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The first woman suffrage society was organized in 1883 in the city council chamber of Toronto with the Mayor in the chair. Mrs. Donald McEwan was made president and other officers were Dr. Stowe, Miss Mary McDonnell and Dr. James L. Hughes, afterwards Inspector of Schools.

Elliot, a white-haired man of distinguished bearing, and a gigantic young viking with tawny hair and beard and powerful hands. "That's Gunther, an A1 sculptor," said McEwan, indicating the viking, who was looking at Mary as his ancestors might have looked at a vision of Freia. "They're well matched, eh, James?" "As well as she could be," the other answered gravely. McEwan looked at his friend.

For a whole big army of women there are often serious disadvantages connected with that word "ours." In Boston there lived a family of McEwans, a man, his wife, and several half-grown children. McEwan was not a very steady man. He drank sometimes, and his earning capacity was uncertain. Mrs.

She liked the white coat of this autocrat of the road, and the smart, muslin trimmings of the colored maid. She and Stefan had the compartment next their host's; Farraday and McEwan shared one beyond; Gunther and his skis and Walter, the Elliot's younger son, completely filled the next; Mrs.

Unless you make a specific declaration that you are in business for yourself, the law assumes that the business is your husband's." "If I went to work for a salary, should I have to be recorded in order to keep my own money?" Mrs. McEwan was growing angry. "No," replied the lawyer, "not if you were careful to keep your income and your husband's absolutely separate.

"Do you mean Miss Berber?" "Yes," said McEwan, with an aggravating smile, as he devoured a slice of cake. "We're all expecting another ten-strike. Are you depicting her as a toe-shaker or a sartorial artist?" "Really, Wallace," protested Mary, who had grown quite intimate with McEwan, "you are utterly incorrigible in your Yankee vein you respect no one."

"I know your work." She gasped, but the finger was up again, solemnly wagging. "And I say it's good. How many words?" he half snapped. "Three thousand five hundred," she answered. "Then I say, two hundred dollars not a cent less and what I say goes, see?" The finger shot out at her, menacing. "I leave it to you, Mr. McEwan," she answered meekly, and followed him to the lift, dazed.

Mary saw Stefan writhe with irritation at the other's air of connoisseur. She shot him a glance at once amused and pleading, but he ignored it with a shrug, as if to indicate that Mary was responsible for this intrusion, and must expect no aid from him. McEwan now faced the easel which held the great Danae, shrouded by a cloth.

There was a general congratulatory movement toward Mary, in which both Stefan and Felicity joined. Then people again began to break into groups. Felicity found her sofa, Mary a chair. McEwan discovered Farraday under the arch between the two drawing-rooms, and stood beside him to watch the crowd.

Elliot would ken maybe ye might ask her." "Oh, it doesn't matter," said Mary. "I just wondered." When McEwan had gone Mary read Miss Mason's letter for the third time, and again the cold touch of fear assailed her. She took a camp stool and sat by the edge of the bluff for a long time, watching the water. Then she went indoors again to her desk.