I know that, mother; but, mother, it must be hard to be forced to ride in smoking cars; to be insulted in the different thoroughfares of travel; to be denied access to public resorts in some places,–such as lectures, theatres, concerts, and even have a particular seat assigned in the churches, and sometimes feel you were an object of pity even to your best friends. I know that Mrs. Heston felt so when she was telling her story, for when Mrs. Hickman said, ‘Well, Sarah, I really pity you,’ I saw her dark eyes flash, and she has really beautiful eyes, as she said, ‘it is not pity we want, it is justice.