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Angle worms are also excellent, and any kind of raw meat may be used if other bait is not to be had. It is asserted by some sportsmen that bait scented with assafoetida is much more attractive to the fish, and will insure a capture which would otherwise be impossible. Sweet cicily and anise are also used for the same purpose.
Carrington stood up, placed a hand on her heart, and expressed her appreciation of the honor done her: "I deeply thank you, ladies." The incident was fittingly concluded by an outburst of applause in which all the club joined, although Ruth beat her palms in rather a bewildered manner.... Cicily immediately entered on the new phase of the situation.
"Surely, she must be that," Cicily declared, firmly; "this spirit who is the goddess of modern business, whom I feel absorbing you day by day, taking from me more and ever more of your thoughts, of your heart, of your soul, changing you in every vital way, and doing it in spite of all that I can do, though I fight against her with all my strength! Oh, it's terrible, the hopelessness of it all!
His nerves were overwrought, and, under the impulse of irritation over another worry at home added to those by which he was already overburdened, he flared. "Cicily!" he exclaimed, sharply. "What in the world has come over you? You don't want to hold me back, do you? You don't want to be that sort of a wife?" "Charles!" Cicily exclaimed, in her turn sharply.
Delancy questioned, bewildered by the swift succession of moods in the girl she loved, yet could never quite understand. "You just wait, Aunt Emma," was the baffling answer. Mrs. Delancy turned at the door, and spoke grimly: "My dear Cicily," she said, "you're getting to be quite as reticent as your uncle and Charles." But the girl disdained any retort to the gibe.
To her, the conversation was momentous, although neither by word nor by manner did she let her husband suspect that the discussion was aught beyond the casual. As usual now, Hamilton, on his return at night from the office, had shut himself in the library, and was busily poring over a bundle of papers, when there came a timid knock at the door. In response to his call, Cicily entered.
"I'm a woman, with responsibilities as a human being first of all," was the undaunted retort. "I wouldn't be fit to be a wife, if I were to let women and children starve without trying to help." "Nonsense, Cicily!" Hamilton's anger was controlled now; but he remained greatly incensed over this stubborn folly on his wife's part, as he esteemed it. "Strikers don't starve to death, nowadays.
With this laudable purpose, Cicily, after broaching the subject in detail to Hamilton, who made no objection, since her helpfulness was to be operated out of her private fortune, at once busied herself with the execution of the project. The factory downtown was soon a-chatter with excitement over the startling innovations that were under way.
Before the door was fairly shut behind her offended relation, Cicily took the war into the enemy's camp by a curt question: "Now, Charles, why do you cut wages?" "Because I have to," was the prompt response. "And why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you? Nonsense!" The man's tone was expressive of extreme annoyance.
Indeed, what need? He had told her so many times already! "You talk as if business were a woman," he said, with a smile of conscious sex superiority, "and as if you were jealous." Cicily concealed her resentment of the patronizing manner, and replied with no apparent diminution in her amiability: "That's just it: I am jealous!" "Good heavens!" Hamilton cried, indignantly.
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