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thought her in the kitchen, and had
heard the boys in their room getting
ready for school, ami Willie said his
teacher told him to tell about the bat
tle of Waterloo, and he couldn't find
it he guessed he would ask ma. "O
shoot!" said Jimmie," it's no use; ma
is good, but she don't know much, for
I asked her the other day where Rob
ert Burns was unrn. She said she used
to know, but she had forgotten.
The children went clattering down
the stairs and off to school, and their
mother stood still with a great ache
in her throat. Her Jimmie, her first
horn, her pink and white dimpled
baby, whose little arms she used to
kiss so passionately, looked on her
now with a sort of contempt. She had
starved her own mind that she might
minister to the physical comforts of
her family; until now her husband
and children had passed her intellect
ually, and she was left away down the
road alone. How long would it be be
fore her influence over her growing
boys and little girl would be gone if
that was the opinion they were getting
of her? "Ma is good, but .she don't
know much" rang through and
through her head, and even her heart
strings took up the sad refrain.
A rap at the door startled Mrs.
Brown from her musings, and she
opened it to find Mrs. Holland, a neigh
bor, with a crisp new sunbonnet on
her iiand. "Good morning, Mrs.
Brown, isn't it just grand this morn
ing? How can you stay in the house?
I just couldn't, so I ran over to show
you my latest attempt in millinery.
Fine, isn't it?" And the sprightly little
woman had entered, taken a chair, and
held the bit of white ruffled cambric
up to view, before Mrs. Brown had
had time to say a word.
"It's very pretty," said Mrs. Brown.
"Did you make it?" "Of course I did.
You thought I srot it from Paris, I sup
pose, but I didn't. Why! what's the
matter with you this morning you
look as solemn as an owl. Sick or
cross?" "Neither, just tired of living."
"O, don't die, for if you do I shall be
obliged to wear this bonnet to the
funeral, for I've nothing else and that
would never do in the world." "I'm
not dead yet, nor likely to be soon,
but I do wish we could do something to
make life more interesting here in
Willowton start a club or some
thing." "Well; lets," said Mrs. Hol
land, turning her sunbonnet round and
round on the fist she held up in front
of her. "Let's what?" asked Mrs.
Brown. "Let's start a club; wasn't
that what you said?" "Why, yes,
that's what I said, but what will the
men say?" "Who cares what the men
say? It isn't their say. Do they ask
us every time they turn around? If
they did, it would keep my husband
pretty busy, for he is revolving most
of the time. What's the use of telling
them anything about it? They will
only have a jimminny fit if we do. If
I want to do anything I think my hus
band will get cranky about, I go and
do it and afterwards I tell him if I
want to, and if I don't want to I don't,
but just wait until he finds it out, if he
ever does. Then if he says anything,
I say, 'O, that's history." "Every
woman has her own way of managing
her husband," said Mrs. Brown. "But
I do wish we had a ;lub in mis town."
"Well, then, let's have a club in this
town,' said Mrs. Holland, springing
up. "I never want anything but what
I get it if I can, and if it is necessary
for me to manage my husband to get
my way about something that does not
concern him, I just manage him, that
is all. I don't believe there is a wom
an in the world but what would be
only too thankful if her husband would
allow her to follow her own Judgment
and common sense so she could be per
fectly straight-forward1 and honest
with him, and not have to go to tho
trouble of wheedling him to her way.
But I think husbands like to bo whee
dled." "Now what do you say to com
ing over to my house this afternoon
about two o'clock, and we will start
out and see what we can do and call a
meeting tomorrow afternoon at my
house," said Mrs. Brown. "All right,
and we will organize according to
Hoyle," replied Mrs. Holland, as she
tripped down the steps. "Good-bye,
be on time," she called back.
Then Mrs. Brown flew at her work!
She made beds, swept, dusted, pared
potatoes, and whipped a fruit pudding
into the oven quicker than she ever
did before. She had a nice dinner
ready when her children and husband
came home.
"Hellow! anyone here?" asked Mr.
Brown. "No, what makes you think
so?" "Nothing, only you look so kind
of glad." "I'm glad to see my husband
and little folks," she replied, "that's
all. and now sit right down to dinner,
it is ready and waiting." A hearty,
healthy, happy family, typical of thou
sands of Nebraska homes, partook of
the noon-day meal. "Nellie, you may
wipe the dishes for me before you go
to school," said her mother. Nellie
looked up in surprise at the unusual
request. "Mamma does many things'
for you, dear, and now you can do
something to help her." "All right,
mamma," said the good-natured child.
The dinner work was done up in
short order. After all had gone Mrs.
Brown hurriedly dressed and was at
Mrs. Holland's by two o'clock. She
found Mrs. Holland waiting full of ani
mation for the enterprise. She said
that just because she wanted to get rid
of her husband so she could get ready
without his knowledge he hung
around for an hour and a half.
The two friends were more success
ful than they bad dared to hope. Ev
ery one they called en was delighted
with the idea. One woman said: "O!
how can I come? I never have a mo
ment's time for myself from morning
till night. I could not find time to
study, and if I cannot k"ep up with the
club I would better keep out." "Per
haps," said Mrs. Holland, "you may
hae my experience. It used to take
me all the morning when we were
first married to do my work and get
dinner by noon and I worked every
minute just as fast as I could. One
day a circus was coming to town :nd
advertised the parade at ten o'clock.
By half past nine I had everything
done and was dressed and down-town.
I wanted to see the parade. And If
ycu just play the club's a circus, you'll
get there. I can work twice as fast If
I have something pleasant to work for
and look forward to." The very busv
little woman said she would surely be
at Mrs. Brown's the next afternoon, if
she possibly could.
That evening, Mrs. Brown had an
txtra fine supper. Mr. Brown stood
around afterwards with his thumbs in
the armholes of his vest and smoked
and talked. Mrs. Brown told him
she thought of inviting some of her
friends on the following afternoon to
form a little society for mutual im
provements. She said: "I am forget
ting everything I ever did know, and
they hope to exchange ideas on the
best way of doing things about the
house, such as keeping washtubs from
falling down, and exchanging choice
pudding receipts. (Mr. Brown adored
puddings.) They intend," Mrs. Brown
said, "to study different countries, so
wives will not be so stupid when their
husbands talk with them. They select
an author for each meeting and learn
all they can about him, and have quo
tations and music, and each tells about
what she has read during the week,
and thus It is something like a school.
What do ycu thing of It, George?"
"Fine, splendid, just the thing." said
Mr Brown. "Great Idea anything I
can do for you?" "Yes, thero Is,
George; I wish you would block us out
a constitution. You see, we women
don't know vei y much and that Is why
we organize this society."
"All right," said her husband, "I'll
fix you a starter. I remember an old
constitution we had in our college so
ciety, and I'll just chnnge it a little."
Mr. Brown sat down to the writing
desk and started off with a preamble
that as all men were created free and
equal, that society would meet for mu
tual benefit, and wound up by pledg
ing their lives, their fortunes and their
sacred honors to each other and the
cause. Mrs. Brown said that would
help them out all right and thanked
him over and over again.
The next afternoon thirty ladies as
sembled in Mrs. Brown's parlors and
the very busy little woman had found
time to come, tco. Mrs. Brown was
elected president. That morning she
had found a formula for organizing
clubs. As almost everyone else had
brought clippings of club doings in
other places they were soon In run
ning order. They decided, as it was the
first day of June, to call themselves
the Woman's June Club. "I shall call
it the Woman's June Society to Mr.
Brown," remarked their president
with a twinkle in her eye, that plainly
told everyone present that that was
her way of dealing with her husband.
"Well, how went the society?" asked
Mr. Brown at the tea table. "O, just
splendidly. And we are so much ob
liged for the constitution you drew for
us. We are all started now and I am
president," said the wife, "and we call
it the Woman's June Society because
we were organized on the first day of
June." "Cute name," said Brown. "If
there is anything else I can do for you
just let me know."
Mrs. Brown said very little about the
club after that, but how she did work
and study, and how different her life
seemed, and how the women all en
joyed their club. It was a red letter
day in her life when one noon Jimmie
asked his father to tell him something
about an author, a critique of whose
life and characteristics she had just
prepared, and when Mr. Brown said he
did not know anything about it, she
told Jimmlo she could help him, she
guessed. How surprised they all were
when she related the story of his life
and mentioned his principal works,
and repeated a little gem from his
writings.
"Wy, mamma," said Jimmie, "I nev
er thought you knew." "I learned it
at the Society," 3aid Mrs. Brown. "I
tell you that society is a fine thing,"
remarked her husband. "You don't
seem like the same woman. How are
you getting along, constitution works
all right?" "Works iike a charm,"
replied his wife. Although she did not
see fit to tell him it was very much
revised before being presented to the
club for adoption.
One day, Mrs. Brown remarked af
ter dinner just before her husband
started away: "Our society is talking
about giving a musical. I should like
to have It held here, but we have no
piano." "Well, let's get one," said
Mr. Brown. "O, George," cried his
wife, "do you mean it? do you really
mean it?" "Why, yes; why not? I'll
tell Keliog to send up his best, on trial
of course, and if we like It we'll keep
it," replied her husband. "You dear
old papa," cried Nellie, who was near.
She could not reach his neck so she
clasped her little arms around his
ample waist and pressing her curly
head against him, she jumped her feet
in an ecstacy of joy. "You dear old
papa! How good you are!" Brown
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