The Morning Glory Club

Barbara Wallace From a painting by A. O. Scott
Copyright, 1907 By L. C. Page & Company (INCORPORATED) All rights reserved Entered at Stationers' Hall, London First impression, February, 1907 COLONIAL PRESS Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co. Boston, U. S. A.

The Wheels Begin to Move
Ezra, this is a morning long to be remembered, said Mrs. Tweedie, as she looked up from the undulating top of a huge cake which, with the skill of a professional plasterer, she was bedaubing with a dark brown paste.
I hope so, my dear, her husband replied, smilingly, as he put his paper aside.
Sometime this house may bear a tablet of bronze, continued Mrs. Tweedie, on which, in effect, will be graven that here was founded by the women of Manville an organization that startled the community.
My only regret is that I shall not be here to see it—I mean the tablet, of course, said Ezra.
We shall prove, Mrs. Tweedie went on with her eyes fixed dreamily on a distant corner of the kitchen, we shall prove that the accusation which you made in anger one week ago to-night, that 'women are the cause of all of the trouble in the world,' is false! False as the affection of men!
Ezra's smile faded to a look that suggested a complication of homesickness and mal de mer . The incident to which Mrs. Tweedie referred was not their first quarrel. The first had taken place years before, and ever since Ezra had been different.
My dear, he replied, weakly, attempting not to let his feelings show in his voice, you always accomplish whatever you attempt.
And why, Ezra, why do I succeed? (Mrs. Tweedie was given to boasting when alone with her little, ladylike husband.) Because, she continued, replying to her own question, I possess and use that rare virtue called tact.