Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-12-05

est club president that ever lived?" asked
Mrs. Parsons of Mrs. Quincy Palgrave on,
| noon at the table. ''See how skillfully sh,
glides over any point where controvers,
might creep In. Tell me a woman has no
| sufficient tact to manage a great conven
tion. Why, she's wonderful
| Yes" responded Mrs. Palgrave. 9Th,
| northern women are just burning to ge
| that one question before the convention
| From my seat in the boxes it Is no end Of
| fun to watch them
| And so are the southerners," retorted
| Mrs. Parsons. But they won't succeed
| We sit here and listen to reports of club
work in Montana and Oregon and New
| Hampshire and Texas just as IL we had nc
| further excitement in life"
Say, rather" l broke in, you listen
| to the report of club work. 1t Is
| always one and the same thing
| whatever state it halls FROM Nine women
read it this morning, and the tenth when i
| came away had just got to The club, a
| FACTOR in women's existence. has come to
stay. Looking back on the work of the
| past year, We are filled with both hope and
| regret; hope that the future Will lead us on
| to still greater progress In our chosen lines
of duty, and regret that We have not bet
| ter improved The wonderful opportunities
which have fallen to our lot in the past
i We have come to realize the truth of the
poets lines. "a little knowledge is a dam
| gerous thing and we mean to press boldly
/ on until We can point out to our garnered
sheaves and say: Behold the child of our
! labors.' -"
Both ladies laughed.
BE careful how and where you say that "
added Mrs. Palgrave. You'd be torn limt
from limb if you quoted that publicly"
notice." Mrs. Palgrave turned back to Mrs.
Parsons, another thing? You've heard
that woman from Wyoming move the pre-
vious question when any sign OF a discus
sion appears on the foor?'
"Oh, everybody is talking about that!'
L put in. THE newspapers, too, are MAX
! ing game Of it,
Well just you watch the artful Mrs.
Tompkins-Smith" Mrs. Palgrave went on.
land you'll see that her handkerchief goes
up to her left cheek just before Madam
wyoming gets in her parliamentary stop
gag"
Mrs. Parsons eyebrows lifted in a pecu-
| liar way she had She was one of those
women who hate to be second in the ac-
quirement Of an interesting fact
DO you mind calling at the office to see
il there are any letters for me?' she asked
turning toward me.
L went cheerfully enough wondering what
she had to say that l was not to hear.
There were no letters for Mrs Theodore
Parsons. But there was one for me- 1t
bore my own monogram: had not yet &C
quired a crest. 1 opened it and read:
Dear Jackie:
II think you would be wise If YOU came
straight home Joe was positively savage
when he got your telegram Monday night
He has scarcely spoken since-at least not
In this house; though. as for that, he has
staid here only one night since You left
He looks like a thunder-cloud, and dare
not speak your name Can't you drop ev-
erything and come back? Get some one else
to read your paper. and say you have been
called suddenly home. Joe is q good hus-
band, kind when he is not crossed, and a
liberal provider. You cannot afford to carry
things too far. shall look for you home.
Your afrectionate. MOTHER"
I read the letter with CONSERVATION and
went up to my room to think it over AS
opened the door a telegraph envelope
showed where it had been tucked through.
l tore 1t open and read:
Mrs. j. Henning. Omaha:
L have gone to the Palmer House to
live until you come home to stay. Will
return when you agree to give up clubs.
JOE
A messenger wrapped on my door,
Mrs. Parsons says she is waiting for
you, said the maid. And will you come
at once?'
For | was to read the paper on The
Club Womans 1deaI' that very after
noon.
CTo be continued tomorrow)