June,
1913 (somewhere in Kensington)
The
first blow struck the King on the back of the head. BANG!
There
were just the three ladies tonight. Sally's job was to keep a lookout
(in case of unexpected visitors), Lucy would provide wine and cakes
and Violet would carry out the treasonous work. As the younger and
stronger of the three she was best suited for the job. They chatted
comfortably between hammer blows. BANG!
“Wasn't
it was heart-warming to see the huge crowds who turned out to watch
Emily Davison's funeral parade. They'll have to take notice of us now
won't they,” said Lucy hopefully. "I'm so glad that the poor horse
and jockey have recovered.”
Another
blow to the side of the head. BANG!
“I
don't think the politicians will change anything ”, replied Violet, “they're
happy enough to drag us in and out of prison with this awful new 'Cat
and Mouse' Act. It's even more cruel than force-feeding.” BANG!
June,
1914 (The Marlborough Club, Pall Mall)
The
Colonel summoned a club steward. “Two more brandies please Thomas.”
“Shocking
situation with Archduke Fritz ….. whatever his name”
“Franz
Ferdinand” said Michael, with a polite smile.
“Yes,
that's the fellow. It's looking like Asquith will have to take us to
war unless the Germans agree to brokering a peace deal between
Austria and Serbia – and that doesn't seem very likely.” He waved
his copy of The Times. “They're calling it any day now Michael.”
“It's
'a clap of thunder over Europe' according to the Chronicle” the
younger man replied. “They do agree that war seems imminent.”
The
steward returned with the drinks. “Your brandies gentlemen.”
“Ah, thank you Thomas” said the Colonel, pulling a few coins out of his pocket for a tip.
“Ah, thank you Thomas” said the Colonel, pulling a few coins out of his pocket for a tip.
“Good
Lord – what the blazes! Here, Michael – have a look at this. It's
outrageous!”
Later
that day – Kensington
“How
was your day darling?” asked Michael, greeting his wife on his
return from the Marlborough. “The Colonel thinks we'll be at war
with Germany in a few days” he continued, without waiting for a
reply.
“You
won't have to enlist will you Michael?”
“Shouldn't
think so – it'll all be over by Christmas according to the chaps at
the club. Maybe Asquith can still make the Germans see sense” he
said with little conviction.
“Oh,
I must tell you - the Colonel found something strange today. He was
looking for some change to tip the steward when he saw that one of
his pennies had been defaced. He was furious – threw it on the
floor in disgust.”
Michael
reached into his pocket. “Here, I picked it up to show you.”
He
handed his wife a penny. She frowned.
“Turn
it over”
It
was an Edward VII penny, dated 1908. Across the head of the late
King, the letters 'VOTES FOR WOMEN' had been crudely stamped.
Violet
felt herself flushing. She looked closely. She knew that others were
stamping the coppers too but this one looked like hers. Yes, she was
sure of it. She'd probably made a couple of hundred of these –
although, of late, her clandestine activities had changed to printing
leaflets – much less labour intensive and far more effective in
delivering the message.
“Well”
she replied innocently, gradually recovering her composure, “who'd
have thought of something like that? I must show the ladies at our
next bridge night.”
“Apparently
they are being referred to as Suffragette Pennies” Michael
explained. “I've never actually seen one before but a few folk at
the club said they find the odd one occasionally. It'll be those
Women's Union people who are responsible – I'm so glad you're not
involved with the Pankhurst troublemakers darling.“
“Cup
of tea dear?” asked Violet.