Part 76 (1/2)

”Won't you come to the platform, Mrs. Weatherstone?” asked Mrs.

Danks.h.i.+re graciously, and the little lady came, visibly trembling, but holding her head high.

All sat silent, all expected--what was not forthcoming.

”I wish to protest, as a member of the Club, and as a woman, against the gross discourtesy which has been offered to the guest and speaker of the day. In answer to our invitation Miss Bell has given us a scholarly and interesting paper, and I move that we extend her a vote of thanks.”

”I second the motion,” came from all quarters.

”There is another motion before the house,” from others.

Cries of ”Madam President” arose everywhere, many speakers were on their feet. Mrs. Danks.h.i.+re tapped frantically with the little gavel, but Miss Eagerson, by sheer vocal power, took and held the floor.

”I move that we take a vote on this question,” she cried in piercing tones. ”Let every woman who knows enough to appreciate Miss Bell's paper--and has any sense of decency--stand up!”

Quite a large proportion of the audience stood up--very informally.

Those who did not, did not mean to acknowledge lack of intelligence and sense of decency, but to express emphatic disapproval of Miss Eagerson, Miss Bell and their views.

”I move you, Madam President,” cried Mrs. Thaddler, at the top of her voice, ”that every member who is guilty of such grossly unparlimentary conduct be hereby dropped from this Club!”

”We hereby resign!” cried Miss Eagerson. ”_We_ drop _you!_ We'll have a New Woman's Club in Orchardina with some warmth in its heart and some brains in its head--even if it hasn't as much money in its pocket!”

Amid stern rappings, hissings, cries of ”Order--order,” and frantic ”Motions to adjourn” the meeting broke up; the club elements dissolving and reforming into two bodies as by some swift chemical reaction.

Great was the rejoicing of the daily press; some amus.e.m.e.nt was felt, though courteously suppressed by the men present, and by many not present, when they heard of it.

Some ladies were so shocked and grieved as to withdraw from club-life altogether. Others, in stern dignity, upheld the shaken standards of Home and Culture; while the most conspicuous outcome of it all was the immediate formation of the New Woman's Club of Orchardina.

THE HOUSE OF APPLES

There was a certain King; young and inexperienced, but a man of resource and initiative; an efficacious King if he did but know it. Being new to his business, however, he did not, as yet, exert himself particularly.

This King, as it happened, was mightily fond of apples; but he was, as aforesaid, youthful and inexperienced; and too much overwhelmed with new duties, glories, and responsibilities, to be very exacting.

As a matter of expediency his stewards and servants strove to please him. As a matter of course they gave him what he wanted, when they could. As a matter of fact his table was provided with the best the market could afford.

The market, however, could not afford to do very well; at least its products did not satisfy the King.

”What is the trouble with these apples!” said the King, ”Bring me another kind!”

They brought him several kinds--as many as three or four.

”Bring me more kinds!” said the King.

”These are all that the market affords, O King,” they replied.

”Confound the market!” said the King, ”I will consider this business myself.”