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This club is deserving of all thanks from the community for extending to so many the privilege of listening to our valued fellow-citizen Miss Bell." He bowed again to Miss Bell and to Mrs. Dankshire, and resumed his seat, Miss Eagerson taking advantage of the dazed pause to occupy the platform herself. "Mr. Eltwood is right!" she said. "Miss Bell is right!
Dankshire, shaded by a magnificent bunch of roses, lay that core and crux of all parliamentry dignity, the gavel; an instrument no self-respecting chairwoman may be without; yet which she still approaches with respectful uncertainty.
"Ladies," he began in tones of cordial good will, "both employer and employed! and gentlemen whom I am delighted to see here to-day! I am grateful for the opportunity so graciously extended to me" he bowed six feet of black broadcloth toward Mrs. Dankshire "by your honored President.
Ellen A. Dankshire, President of the Orchardina Home and Culture Club, took up the matter seriously. "Now Mrs. Porne," said she, settling herself vigorously into a comfortable chair, "I just want to talk the matter over with you, with a view to the club. We do not know how long this will last " "Don't speak of it!" said Mrs. Porne. " and it behooves us to study the facts while we have them."
Dankshire in "the chair" flanked by Miss Torbus, the Recording Secretary, Miss Massing, the Treasurer, and Mrs. Ree, tremulous with importance in her official position. All these ladies wore an air of high emprise, even more intense than that with which they usually essayed their public duties. They were richly dressed, except Miss Torbus, who came as near it as she could.
An agitated assembly met her eye, buzzing universally each to each. "Order!" said Mrs. Dankshire, "ORDER, please!" and rapped three times with the gavel. "I have attended many meetings, in many clubs, in many states," said Madam Weatherstone, "and have heard much that was foolish, and some things that were dangerous.
Ree; her high narrow forehead fairly creped with little wrinkles: "She might say something, you know, that they might take advantage of!" "Nonsense, my dear!" replied Mrs. Dankshire. She was very fond of Mrs. Ree, but had small respect for her judgment. "What could she say? Look at what she does! And how beautifully how perfectly she does it! I would wager now may I try an experiment Mrs.
I wish to speak to this motion." "Won't you come to the platform, Mrs. Weatherstone?" asked Mrs. Dankshire 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.
Porne?" and she stood up, taking out her handkerchief. "Certainly," said Mrs. Porne, "with pleasure! You won't find any!" Mrs. Dankshire climbed heavily upon a carefully selected chair and passed her large clean plain-hemmed handkerchief across the top of a picture. "I knew it!" she proclaimed proudly from her eminence, and showed the cloth still white.
Dankshire rose again, even more solemn than before, and came forward majestically. "Members -and guests," she said impressively, "this is an occasion which brings pride to the heart of every member of the Home and Culture Club. As our name implies, this Club is formed to serve the interests of The Home those interests which stand first, I trust, in every human heart."
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