Making People Happy

or the meeting of the Civitas Society, and were shown into the drawing-room. Mrs. Schmidt, a thin wisp of faded womanhood, effaced herself in a remote corner, while Mrs. McMahon, a

tared intently, as some impressive thing strange to her experience caught her eye; but always she recalled her manners speedily, and forthwith relapsed into a languid indifference of demeanor such as becomes the Vere De Vere. The t

on. And, in fact, the girl would have been charming, but for the

expression of horror came in her face, as she realized her violent departure from the ideal; and she added stammeringly: "I mean, you're really too kind,

ork toward the avoidance of a strike by means of their influence over their husbands. She observed the hat that had been the cause of McMahon's

one of convincing sincerity. She even cla

ed her head; so that feathers and flow

s just some odds and ends

ife." She purposely avoided directly addressing Mrs. Schmidt, for she was aware of the woman's painful shyness. "It w

ace fell when Cicily answered in the negative, and sh

umbent on her to adminis

s. Hamilton's friends?" And she added majestica

e flushed scarlet, and glanced

id, very haughtily, "I prefer to present my own apologies in individual person." And, finally, she turned to Cicily. "Mrs. Hami

e!" the Irishwoman m

ims of the Civitas Society for the Uplift of Women. But here, at once, she found herself beset with unexpected difficulties.

Hamilton, if you think we

!" Sadie cried,

uests by an explanation that wa

e club I spoke to you about. I want you to become mem

zed how she had departed from her idols. "I would say," s

uplift the other women?" As Cicily nodded assent, she continued, condescendi

ily, who insisted on introducing them to "three other earnest workers." The newcomers submitted

r hand toward the three, "have had large pr

greed, expansively; "and so have Frieda

!" the while she surveyed the speaker through a lorgne

etween the two parties of her guests, since so much might depen

s will find one ano

er tone was far from satisfactory to the worried hostess. Nor w

She turned to Mrs. Morton: "Is your husband's family any relatio

complacency. "Mr. Morton at present kee

og." The Amazon's huge frame shook as she chuckled. "Just ask your husband; he'll remember me well. Sure, the last tim

the scene of Mrs. Flynn, Miss Johnson and Ruth Howard. Once again, the necessary introductions were made. Mrs. Flynn displayed astonishment at the style of these "ladies," but contrived a neutral

ers whom the club has met to consider. They have had

"Whenever anything happens on the block, it's Katy McMahon they

by many head-shakings. The hostess had seated the new arrivals in chairs opposite Mrs. McMahon and Sadie. It was evident by their exclamations

quoth the milit

; and she turned up her ey

with the sick, and laying out the dead. Faith, some

ome difficulty, "sitting up with the sick, a

use; and, now and then, when a family's too poor to have a doctor, 'tis myself that brings a baby int

ified gasp from t

that Mrs. McMahon was wandering far afield from the small talk of a Clara Vere De Vere. "Y

again to establish harmony

homes of suffering," she said gently,

elf chose to make the amende hon

tily. "Faith, I didn't mean to speak of anythi

o the great relief of Cicily, who greeted her kinsw

know, Aunt Emma," she said

, which threatened momentarily to collapse under the unaccustomed burden, recovered the poise of th

d, with a pleasant smile. "I'm deligh

rishwoman's resentment vanished, a

ontinued, returning to Mrs. McMahon, afte

idences of confusion, and, indeed, seemed inclined to ev

Terence and Patrick and Ka

ersisted, albeit somewhat p

assment that was a stranger to her "you see, ma'am, the

osition behind the table set for the presiding officer of the Civitas Club, lif

ciety will now