<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
<h3>THE SUFFRAGE CAMPAIGN</h3>
<p>The question of Woman's Suffrage had always interested
Dr. Inglis, for the justice of the claim had from the first
appealed to her. But it was not until after 1900 that the
Women's Movement took possession of her. From that
time onward, till the Scottish Women's Hospitals claimed
her in the war, the cause of Woman's Suffrage demanded
and was granted a place in her life beside that occupied
by her profession. Indeed, the very practice of her profession
added fuel to the flame that the longing for the
Suffrage had kindled in her heart. A doctor sees much
of the intimate life of her patients, and as Dr. Inglis
went from patient to patient, conditions amongst both
the poor and the rich—intolerable conditions—would
raise haunting thoughts that followed her about in her
work, and questions again and again start up to which
only the Suffrage could give the answer. The Suffrage
flame with her, as with many other women and men, was
really one which religion tended; it was religious conviction
which mastered her and made her eager and dauntless
in the fight. She always worked from the constitutional
point of view, and was an admirer and follower of
Mrs. Fawcett throughout the campaign.</p>
<blockquote><p>"As she threw herself into this new interest she found a gale of
fresh air blowing through her life. It was almost as if she had
awakened on a new morning. The sunshine flooded every nook and
corner of her dwelling, and even old things looked different in the
new light. Not the least of these impressions was due to the new
friendships; women whose life-work was farthest from her own,
whose point of view was diametrically opposite to hers, suddenly
drew up beside her in the march as comrades. She felt as if she
had got a wider outlook over the world, as if in her upward climb
she had reached a spur on the hillside, and a new view of the
landscape spread itself at her feet.</p>
<p>"As she had once said, fate had placed her in the van of
a great movement, but she herself clung to old forms and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</SPAN></span>
old ways—a new thing she instinctively avoided. It took
her long to adjust herself to a new point of view. But here,
in this absorbing interest, she forgot everything but the object.
Her eyes had suddenly been opened to what it meant to be a citizen
of Britain, and in the overpowering sense of responsibility that
came with the revelation her timorous clinging to old ways had
slackened.</p>
<p>"Not the least part of the interest of the new life was the feeling
of being at the centre of things. People whose names had been
household words since babyhood became living entities. She
not only saw the men and women who were moulding our
generation: she met them at tea, she talked intimately with them
at dinners, and she actually argued with them at Council meetings."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Thus Elsie Inglis describes in her writings her heroine
Hildeguard's entrance into "the great crusade." The
description may be taken as true of her own feelings
when caught by the ideal of the movement.</p>
<p>The following words which she puts into the mouth
of a Suffrage speaker are evidently her own reflections
on the subject of the Suffrage:</p>
<blockquote><p>"'I don't think for a moment that the millennium will come in
with the vote,' she smiled, after a little pause. 'But our faces,
the faces of the human race, have always been set towards the
millennium, haven't they? And this will be one great step towards
it. It is always difficult to make a move forward, for it implies
criticism of the past, and of the good men and true who have brought
the people up to that especial point. However gently the change is
made, that element must be there, for there is always a sense of
struggle in changing from the old to the new. I do not think we
are nearly careful enough to make it quite clear that we do not
hold that we women <i>alone</i> could have done a bit better—that we are
proud of the great work our men have done. We speak only of the
mistakes, not of the great achievements; only I do think the mistakes
need not have been there if we had worked at it together!'</p>
<p>"The salvation of the world was wrapped up in the gospel she
preached. Many of the audience were caught in the swirl as she
spoke. Love and amity, the common cause of healthier homes and
happier people and a stronger Empire, the righting of all wrongs,
and the strengthening of all right—all this was wrapped up in the
vote."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>In the early years of this century Suffrage societies
were scattered all over Scotland, and it began to be felt
that much of their work was lost from want of co-operation;
it was therefore decided in 1906 that all the
societies should form a federation, to be called the Scottish
Federation of Women's Suffrage Societies.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>During the preliminary work Mrs. James T. Hunter
acted as Hon. Secretary, but after the headquarters were
established in Edinburgh Dr. Inglis was asked and consented
to be Hon. Secretary, with Miss Lamont as Organizing
Secretary. There is no doubt that after its formation
the success of the Federation was largely due to
Dr. Inglis's power of leadership.</p>
<p>She cheered the faithful—if sometimes despondent—suffragists
in widely scattered centres; she despised the
difficulties of travel in the north, and over moor, mountain,
and sea she went, till she had planted the Suffrage
flag in far-off Shetland. In her many journeys all over
Scotland, speaking for the Suffrage cause, Dr. Inglis herself
penetrated to the islands of Orkney and Shetland.
A very flourishing Society existed in the Orkneys.</p>
<p>The following letter from Dr. Inglis to the Honorary
Secretary there is characteristic, and will recall her vividly
to those who knew her. The arrival for the meeting by
the last train; the early start back next morning; the
endeavour to see her friend's daughter, who she remembers
is in Dollar; the light-heartedness over "disasters
in the House" (evidently the setback to some Suffrage
Bill in the House of Commons)—these are all like
Elsie Inglis. So, too, are her praise of the Federation
secretaries, her eager looking forward to the procession,
and the request for the "beautiful banner"!</p>
<blockquote><p class='right'>1913.</p>
<p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Mrs. Cursiter</span>,</p>
<p>"Yes, I had remembered your daughter is at Dollar, and I
shall certainly look out for her at the meeting. Unfortunately, I
never have time to stay in a place, at one of these meetings, and see
people. It would often be so pleasant. This time I arrive in Dollar
at 6 p.m. and leave about 8 the next morning. I have to leave by
these early trains for my work.</p>
<p>"It was delightful getting your offer of an organizer's salary for
some work in Orkney. Our secretaries have been most extraordinarily
unconcerned over disasters in the House! Not one of
you has suggested depression, and most of you have promptly proposed
new work! That is the sort of spirit that wins.</p>
<p>"I shall let you know definitely about an organizer soon.</p>
<p>"At the Executive on Saturday it was decided to have a procession
in Edinburgh during the Assembly week. We shall want you
and your beautiful banner! You'll get full particulars soon.</p>
<p class='right'>"Yours very sincerely, <br/>
"<span class="smcap">Elsie Maud Inglis</span>."</p>
</blockquote>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</SPAN></span>One of the Federation organizers who worked under
Dr. Inglis for years gives us some indication of her qualities
as a leader:</p>
<p>"Though it was not unknown that Dr. Inglis had an
extraordinary influence over young people, it was amazing
to find how many letters were received after her
death from young women in various parts of the kingdom,
who wrote to express what they owed to her sympathy
and encouragement.</p>
<p>"To be a leader one must be able not only to inspire
confidence in the leader, but to give to those who follow
confidence in themselves, and this, I think, was one of
Dr. Inglis's most outstanding qualities. She would
select one of her workers, and after unfolding her plans
to her, would quietly say, 'Now, my dear, I want you to
undertake that piece of work for me.' As often as not the
novice's breath was completely taken away; she would
demur, and remark that she was afraid she was not quite
the right person to be entrusted with that special piece
of work. Then the Chief would give her one of those
winning smiles which none could resist, and tell her she
was quite confident she would not fail. The desired
result was usually attained, and the young worker gained
more confidence in herself. If, on the other hand, the
worker failed to complete her task satisfactorily, Dr.
Inglis would discuss the matter with her. She might
condemn, but never unjustly, and would then arrange
another opportunity for the worker in a different department
of the work.</p>
<p>"From those with whom she worked daily she expected
great things. She was herself an unceasing worker,
well-nigh indefatigable. It was no easy matter to work
under 'the Chief's' direction; the possibility of failure
never entered into her calculations."</p>
<p>One of the finest speakers in the Suffrage cause, who
with her husband worked hard in the campaign, frequently
stayed with Dr. Inglis. She writes thus of her:</p>
<p>"With me it is always most difficult to speak about
the things upon which I feel the most deeply. Elsie
Inglis is a case in point. She was dearer to me than she
ever knew and than I can make you believe. She is one
of the most precious memories I possess, the mere<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</SPAN></span>
thought of her and her tireless devotion to her fellows
being the strongest inspiration to effort and achievement.</p>
<p>"She was the Edinburgh hostess for most of the
Woman Suffrage propagandists, and we all have the
same story to tell. Doubtless you have already had it
from others. Every comfort she denied herself she
scrupulously provided for her guests, whom she treated
as though they were more tired than herself. Usually
she was at her medical work till within a few minutes of
the evening meal, would rush home and eat it with us,
take us to the meeting afterwards, frequently take a part
in it, and bring her guests home to the rest she was not
always permitted to take herself. And through it all
there was no variation in her wonderful manner—all
brightness, affection, and warm energy.</p>
<p>"The last time I saw her was in the Waverley station.
She was returning shortly to her work abroad, while I was
on my way to address a public meeting in Dundee on the
need for attempting to negotiate peace. It was the time
when everybody who dared to breathe the word 'peace,'
much more those who tried to stop the slaughter of men,
were denounced as traitors and pro-Germans. It was
the time when one's nearest and dearest failed to understand.
But <i>she</i> understood. And she broke into a busy
morning's work to come down to the train to shake my
hand. What we said was very little; but the look and the
hand-clasp were sufficient. We knew ourselves to be
serving the same God of Love and Mercy, and that knowledge
made the bonds between us indissoluble. I never
saw nor had word with her again.</p>
<p>"It is easy to say, what is true, that the world's women
owe to Dr. Elsie Inglis a debt of gratitude they can
never repay. But I am convinced in my own soul that
the reward she would have chosen, if compelled to make
the choice, would have been that all who feel that her
work was of worth should join hands in an effort to rid
the world of those evils which make men and women hate
and kill one another."</p>
<p>Dr. Inglis did not see with the pacifists of the last five
years. But in this tribute to her is shown her open-mindedness
and tolerance of another's views, even on
this cleaving difference of opinion.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>A woman of great distinction—and not only in the
Suffrage movement—says:</p>
<p>"When I was working for the Suffrage movement in
the years before the war, one of the most impressive personalities
that I came into touch with was that of Dr.
Elsie Inglis. She was then the leading spirit in our
movement in Edinburgh, and when I went to speak there,
or in the neighbourhood, she always used to put me up.
I have never met anyone who seemed to me more absolutely
single-minded and single-hearted in her devotion
to a cause which appealed to her. She was eminently a
feminist, and to her feminism she subordinated everything
else. No consideration for her health, for her
position, for her practice, ever stood in the way of any
call that came to her. She was untiring, and that at a
time when our cause was not popular everywhere, and
when her position as a medical woman might easily have
been affected by its unpopularity.</p>
<p>"I remember one night especially, when we were going
out in a motor-car to some rather remote place, in very
stormy weather. It howled and rained and was pitch
dark. Suddenly we ran, or nearly ran, into a great tree
which had been blown down across the road. It had
brought with it a mass of telegraph wire, and altogether
afforded an apparently complete 'barrage.' We were
still some six or seven miles from our destination, and
were wearing evening frocks and thin shoes. We got
out and wrestled with the obstacle, and when at one time
it seemed quite hopeless to get the car through, and I
suggested that she and I would have to walk, I shall
never forget the look of approval that she turned on me.
As a matter of fact, I doubt very much whether I really
<i>could</i> have walked. I am a little lame, and the circumstances
made it almost an impossibility. But the determination
of Dr. Inglis that somehow we <i>should</i> get to
our meeting infected me, and, like many others who have
followed her since, I felt able to achieve the impossible.</p>
<p>"It is true that Dr. Inglis seemed to me—since, after
all, she was human—to have the faults of her qualities.
No consideration of herself prevented her complete devotion
to her work. I sometimes felt that there was an
element of relentlessness in this devotion, which would<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</SPAN></span>
have allowed her to sacrifice not only other people, but
even perhaps considerations which it is not easy to believe
ought to be sacrificed. It is extraordinarily difficult to
judge how far any end may justify any given means. It
is, of course, a shallow judgment which dismisses this
dilemma as one easily solved. Rather, I have always
felt it exceedingly difficult, at any rate to an intellect that
is subtle as well as powerful. I am reminded, in thinking
of Dr. Inglis, of the controversy between Kingsley
and Newman, from which it appears that Charles Kingsley
thought it a very easy matter to tell the truth, and
Newman found it a very difficult one. One's judgment
of the two will, of course, vary, but I personally have
always felt that Newman understood the truth more perfectly
than Kingsley; understood, for instance, that it
takes two people to tell it (one to speak and one to hear
aright), and that this was why he realized its difficulty.
So with Dr. Inglis; I do not suppose she ever hesitated
when once convinced of the goodness of her cause, but I
confess that I have sometimes wished that she could have
hesitated.</p>
<p>"It is a graceless task to suggest spots in so excellent
a sun, and we feminists who worked with her and loved
her can never be glad enough or proud enough that the
world now knows the greatness of her quality."</p>
<p>Again, an organizer who worked constantly with Dr.
Inglis before the war, and who later raised large sums
for the Scottish Women's Hospitals in India and Australia,
writes:</p>
<p>"You have asked me for some personal memories of
my dear Dr. Elsie Inglis, for some of those little incidents
that often reveal a character more vividly than much
description and explanation. And to me, at least, it is in
some of those little memories that the Dr. Inglis I loved
lives most vividly. What I mean is that her splendid
public work, in medicine, in Suffrage, in that magnificent
triumph of the Scottish Women's Hospitals—they were
<i>her</i> hospitals—is there for all the world to see and honour.
But the things behind all that, the character that
conquered, the spirit that aspired, the incredible courage,
optimism, indomitability of that individuality, the very
self from which the work sprang—all that, it seems to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span>
me, had to be gathered in and understood from the tiny
incident, the word, the glance.</p>
<p>"There stands out in my mind my first meeting with
Dr. Inglis. The scene was dismal and depressing enough.
It was an empty shop in an Edinburgh Street turned into
a Suffrage committee-room during an election. Outside
the rain drizzled; inside the meagre fire smoked; there
was a general air of lifelessness over everything. I wondered,
ignorant and uninitiated in organizing and election
work, when something definite would happen. Giving
away sodden handbills in the street did not seem a very
vigorous or practical piece of work.</p>
<p>"Suddenly the doors swung open and Dr. Inglis came
into that dull place, and with her there came the very
feeling of movement, vitality, action. She had come to
arrange speakers for the various schoolroom election
meetings to be held that night. The list of meeting-places
was arranged; then came the choice and disposal
of the speakers. Without hesitation, Dr. Inglis grouped
them; with just one look round at those present, and
another, well into her own mind, at those not present who
could be press-ganged! At last she turned to me and
said, 'And you will speak with Miss X. at ——' I was
horrified. 'But I must explain,' I said; 'I am quite
"new." I don't speak at all. I have never spoken.' I
can imagine a hundred people answering my very decided
utterance in a hundred different ways. But I cannot
imagine anyone but Dr. Inglis answering as she answered.
There was just the jolliest, cheeriest laugh and, 'Oh, but
you <i>must</i> speak.' That was all. And the remarkable
thing was that, though I had sworn to myself that I would
never utter a word in public without proper training, I
did speak that night. It never occurred to me to refuse.
Confidence begat confidence. It was during this time
of work with Dr. Inglis that I began really to understand
and appreciate that wonderful character.</p>
<p>"Another incident runs into my memory, of desperate,
agonizing days in Glasgow, when Suffrage was unpopular
and the funds in our exchequer were very low. How
well I remember writing to Dr. Inglis at the ridiculous
hour of two in the morning, that we must get some
money, and that I should get certain introductions and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span>
do a lecturing tour in New York and try to make Suffrage
'fashionable.' The answer came by return of post,
and was deliciously typical. 'My dear, your idea is so
absolutely mad that it must be thoroughly sane. Come
and talk it over.'</p>
<p>"It was a happiness to work with Dr. Inglis, for her
confidence, once given, was complete. There were no
petty inquiries or pedantic regulations. 'Do it your
own way,' was the one comment on a plan of organization
once it was settled.</p>
<p>"Dr. Inglis was one to whom the words 'can't' and
'impossible' really and literally had no meaning; and
those who worked with her had to 'unlearn' them, and
they did. It did, indeed, seem 'impossible' to leave for
India at ten days' notice to carry on negotiations for the
Scottish Women's Hospitals and raise an Indian fund,
especially when one had been in no way officially or
intimately connected with the Hospitals' work. And to
be told on the telephone, too, that one 'must' go. That
was adorably Dr. Inglis-ish. I laughed with glee at
the very ridiculous, fantastic impossibility of the whole
thing—and promptly went! And how I looked forward
to seeing Dr. Inglis on my return! When she saw me
off at Waterloo in 1916, and, still fearfully ignorant of
what awaited one, I wailed at the eleventh hour (literally,
for we were in the railway carriage), 'But where am I
to stay and where am I to go?' 'Don't worry,' said Dr.
Inglis, with that sublime faith and optimism of hers;
'they'll put you up and pass you on. Good-bye, my
dear. <i>It will be all right</i>.' And so it was. But one has
missed the telling of it all to her; the hard things and the
good things and the dreadfully funny things. For she
would have appreciated every bit of it, and entered into
every detail."</p>
<p class='tbrk'> </p>
<p>During the years of that great campaign, Dr. Inglis
spoke, pleading the cause of Suffrage, at hundreds of
meetings all over the United Kingdom. At one large
meeting she had occasion to deal with the problem of
the "outcast woman." She referred to the statement
once made that no woman would be safe unless this
class existed.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Then she said: "If this were true, the price of safety
is too high. I, for one, would choose to go down with
the minority."</p>
<p>It is difficult to declare which was the more impressive,
the silence—one that could be felt—which followed the
words, or the burst of applause which came a moment
later. But to one onlooker, from the platform, the predominant
feeling was wonder at the amazing power of
the woman. Without raising her voice, or putting into
it any emotion beyond the involuntary momentary break
at the beginning of the sentence, she had, by the transparent
sincerity of her feeling, conveyed such an impression
to that large audience as few there would forget.
The subtle response drawn from those hundreds of
women to the woman herself, to the personality of the
speaker, was for the moment even more real than the
outward response given to the idea. More than one
woman there that day could have said in the words of
the British Tommy, who had heard for the first time the
story of Serbia, "It would not be difficult to follow her!"</p>
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