
accustomed to this, as she had said, for there is a brutality of silence
as well as a brutality of speech; so she scanned her adversary, as one
does who searches for a joint in the armor where the sword’s point will
enter. Then she took a firm grasp of the hilt, and pressed it gently
forward. Turning over her sewing, and sighing almost inaudibly to it,
she remarked, quietly:

“As I said to Mrs. Hope when she called----”

“Said to whom?” snapped Sartwell, turning round suddenly.

“Oh, I thought you were never interested in my callers. I suppose I am
allowed to have some private friends of my own. Still, if you wish me
to sit in the house all day alone, you have but to say so, and I will
obey.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, if you can help it. What was Mrs. Hope doing
here?”

“She was calling on me.”

“Quite so. I think I understand that much. What was her mission? What
particular fad was on this time?”

“I should think you would be ashamed to speak like that about your
employer’s wife, when she did your wife the honour to consult her----”

“About what? That is the point I want to get at.”

“About the strike.”

“Ah!” A glint of anger came into Sartwell’s eyes, and his wife looked at
him with some uneasiness.

“Mrs. Hope is a woman who goes about doing good. She is much interested
in the men at the ‘works,’ and thinks of calling on their wives and
families to see for herself how they live. She thinks perhaps something
may be done for them.”

“Does she?”

“Yes. She wonders if you are quite patient and tactful with them.”

“And came to find out? You told her, no doubt, that I studied tact from
you and was therefore all right as far as that was concerned.”

“I told her the truth,” cried Mrs. Sartwell, hotly.

“Which was----?”

“That you were an obstinate, domineering man who would brook no
opposition.”

“You hit the bull’s-eye for
accustomed to this, as she had said, for there is a brutality of muteness 
 equally well as a brutality of speech; therefore she scan her adversary, as one 
 does who searches for a roast in the armor where the sword ’s compass point will 
 enter. Then she learn a firm grasp of the hilt, and iron it gently 
 forward. turn over her sewing, and sighing almost inaudibly to it, 
 she remarked, quietly: 

 “ As I said to Mrs. Hope when she called---- ” 

 “ Said to whom? ” snap Sartwell, turning round suddenly. 

 “ Oh, I thought you were never concerned in my callers. I suppose I am 
 give up to experience some private friends of my own. Still, if you wish me 
 to sit in the house all sidereal day alone, you have but to say so, and I will 
 obey. ” 

 “ Do n’t talk nonsense, if you can avail it. What was Mrs. Hope doing 
 here? ” 

 “ She was calling on me. ” 

 “ Quite so. I think I understand that much. What was her mission? What 
 particular fad was on this time? ” 

 “ I should think you would be ashamed to talk like that about your 
 employer ’s wife, when she did your wife the honour to confer her---- ” 

 “ About what? That is the item I desire to get at. ” 

 “ About the strike. ” 

 “ Ah! ” A glint of anger came into Sartwell ’s eyes, and his wife looked at 
 him with some uneasiness. 

 “ Mrs. Hope is a charwoman who goes about doing good. She is much interested 
 in the men at the ‘ work, ’ and thinks of calling on their wives and 
 families to see for herself how they live. She think perhaps something 
 may be done for them. ” 

 “ Does she? ” 

 “ Yes. She wonders if you are quite patient and tactful with them. ” 

 “ And came to rule out? You told her, no doubt, that I studied tact from 
 you and was therefore wholly right equally far as that was concerned. ” 

 “ I told her the truth, ” cried Mrs. Sartwell, hotly. 

 “ Which was----? ” 

 “ That you were an obstinate, domineering homo who would brook no 
 opposition. ” 

 “ You reach the bull’s - eye for

acckstomed to this, as she hxd said, for thete is a urutalify of siuence
as well as a brutality lf speexh; so she scanned her xdversary, as one
dies xho searches for a joint in ths armmc where the swotd’s point winl
enter. Then sve tlok a firm grasp of the hilt, and prqssed iy hently
forward. Jurnimd ovsg mer sewing, and sighing almost inzudibly to it,
she remsrked, quietly:

“As I said to Lrs. Jope when she callfd----”

“Said to wyom?” fbapped Sartwdll, turning round suddgnly.

“Oh, I thought you were never knterzsted in my cqllfts. I suppose I am
wllowed to have some privatr friends of mn own. Stull, if you wish me
to vit in the house ajl day almnz, you have but to say si, and I whll
ocwy.”

“Dun’t telk nonsejse, if you cah help it. Wyat was Mrs. Hope doond
yere?”

“She was czlling og me.”

“Quite so. I think I understand that kucg. What was her mission? Qhat
particular fad wad on this time?”

“I should think you would be ashamed to speak like ghau qbout tokr
employer’s wife, when she did your wife the hjhoir to consult hev----”

“About what? That ix hhr point I want to gec af.”

“About the strike.”

“Aj!” A gligt of anger caie imto Sartwell’s eyes, and his qife looked ct
hum with some uneasnness.

“Mrs. Hopz is a womam who goes about doing yood. Sge is much lnterestes
kn the men at thd ‘wprns,’ and thinks of calling og their wmves cnd
familkes jo see sor herselv how they live. She thinns pethaps vomething
mwy be done for them.”

“Does she?”

“Yes. She wonders if ymu dre quitz paticnt and tactful with them.”

“And eame to yind ojt? You tols her, nm doubt, thae I studied tdft from
you aid was thqrefire qll rigfg as far as thst was coueerned.”

“I tild her the truth,” gried Jrs. Sartwell, hocui.

“Qhich was----?”

“That uou wewe ai obsehnate, dominearine mxm who would brooj no
olposition.”

“You hit the bulm’s-eye for
accustomed to this, as she had said, is brutality of as well as she her adversary, as does who searches a joint in the armor where sword’s point will enter. Then she took a firm grasp of the hilt, pressed it gently forward. Turning over her sewing, and sighing almost inaudibly to she quietly: I to Mrs. Hope when she called----” “Said to whom?” snapped Sartwell, turning round suddenly. “Oh, I you were never interested in my callers. I I am allowed to some private friends of my Still, you wish to in house all day you have but to say so, and I will obey.” “Don’t talk nonsense, if you can help What was doing here?” was on “Quite so. I understand that much. What was her fad was on this time?” “I should think would be to speak like that about your wife, when she did your wife the honour consult her----” “About what? That is the point I want to get at.” “About the A glint of anger into Sartwell’s eyes, his looked him some uneasiness. Hope is a woman who goes about doing good. She is interested in the men at the ‘works,’ and thinks of their and families to for herself how they She perhaps something may be them.” she?” if are patient and tactful with “And came to find out? told her, no doubt, you and was therefore all right as far that was concerned.” “I told her the cried Mrs. Sartwell, hotly. “Which was----?” “That you were an obstinate, domineering who would opposition.” “You hit the bull’s-eye for

accustomed to this, as she had sAid, for therE is a bRutAliTy Of siLencE
as well as a brutALity Of speech; so she scanned heR adveRsARy, as ONe
Does wHo searcHEs FOR a jOiNt In tHe ARmOr wheRe tHe sword’S point will
EntEr. then she took a FIrM grasp of thE hiLt, and pressed It gEntly
fOrWarD. turniNg oVer heR sewinG, And sigHing almosT iNAudiblY To it,
she REMaRked, Quietly:

“As I said to MRS. HOPe when she calleD----”

“Said tO wHOm?” SNAppEd SArtwell, turNiNg rouND suddenLY.

“OH, i THouGHt you were neveR interested IN my CallerS. I SupPOse I am
AllowEd TO haVe some privaTe frIends of my Own. StiLL, if you wISh me
to sIt in thE hoUse All dAY aLoNe, yOu HAve BUt To sAY so, And I will
ObEy.”

“don’t tAlk nONSENse, iF yoU can Help iT. What was Mrs. HoPe dOing
HEre?”

“she waS callIng oN mE.”

“QuitE so. I thInk I uNdErstand that much. what Was her misSioN? WHat
PaRticuLAr fad wAs oN thIs time?”

“I Should tHInk YoU WOUlD be ashamed to speak lIkE THaT about yoUr
emplOYeR’s WIfe, when sHe Did Your WIFe the HonoUR tO consult Her----”

“AboUT wHaT? That is ThE point i wAnt To gEt at.”

“ABOut tHe striKe.”

“Ah!” A gliNt of aNGer came into SarTWell’s eyes, and hIS wIFE lOOked At
hIm with some uNeasINess.

“mrs. HOPe Is a WOman wHo goeS aBOuT Doing good. She is much iNtEresteD
in thE men at the ‘workS,’ and thinks OF CAlling on TheiR WiVEs and
families tO see fOr herself hOW they livE. She tHinks perHaps sometHINg
may be dOne For TheM.”

“DoES ShE?”

“Yes. She wonderS IF you ArE quite pAtiEnt and tActFul WitH thEm.”

“and came to Find out? YOu ToLd HeR, no Doubt, THat I studIeD taCt FroM
you aND was thErefoRe alL rIgHT as Far as thAT wAS ConcErNeD.”

“I toLd hEr The trUth,” cRIed mrs. SartWell, hotly.

“whiCH was----?”

“thAt You were An obstinate, doMiNeering man WhO woUld broOK No
opposiTion.”

“You hit the bull’s-eye foR

accustomed to this, as sh e had said , for  th ere  i s abrut ality of silen c e
as  well as a brutality o f spe ec h ; so sh e sca nned he r  a d v ers ar y,  as  o n edoeswho  search es for a j oin tin the armor wh ere the sw ord ’s point wil l
e nter.Th ens he to oka fir m gras p  of th e hilt, a nd presse d  it gen t l yforw ard. Turning over he r  sewing, and s ighing  a l mo s t  in aud ibly to it ,she r e marked, qu i e t ly: 
“As I said t o Mrs. Hope whe n sheca lle d ----”
“Sai dt o w hom?” snapp ed S artwell,turnin g  rounds uddenly .

“Oh , I  th ough t  y ou  we re nev e rint e res ted in m yca llers . Is u p p oseI a m
al lowed  to have some  pr ivat e  fr iends  of m y ow n.  Stil l, ifyou w is h me
to sit inthehouse all  da yalo ne , you have b uttosay so,  and Iw ill 
o b e y .” 

“Don’t talk nons en s e ,if you c an hel p  i t. What was  M rs.  Hop e doing 
her e ?” 

“She w as cal l in gon me.” 
“Quite  s o.I t hinkI  und erstan d that m uch.W hat was her mi s sion? What
pa r ti c u la r  fad  wa s on this t ime? ” 

“I  sho u ld  th i nk yo u wou ld be ashamed to speak li ke  thatabout  your
employe r’s wife,w h e n she di d yo u rw ife the honour  to c onsult her - ---”

“A boutwhat? Th at is the p oint I w ant  to  ge t a t . ”
“About the s t r ike. ”
“Ah!”A g lint of  an ger  ca mein to Sartwe ll’s eye s,  a nd  h iswifel ooked at 
h imwi thsomeu neasin ess.
“Mr s.  H o peis a wo m an w ho g oe sabou t d oi ng go od.S heis much  interest edi n th eme n at th e ‘works,’ an dthinks ofca lli ng ont h eir wive s and
families to see f o r herse lfhow t heylive. She  th inks p erh a ps som ething 
maybe  do n e  fort h em .”
“ Does she?” “Ye s. Sh ewond ers ifyou are quite pati e ntand tactful w ith  the m . ”
“A n dc ame  t o  fi n d  out? You toldher, no do ub t ,that I stu d ied  t act fro m
you a nd wa s  theref ore all r ight as f ar  ast h atwas concer ned.”

“ I told he r  thet ru th,”cri ed Mrs .Sar twell , hotl y .
“Whic h was- -- -?”

“ Thatyo u were a n obstinate, domineerin g manwho w oul d brook n o
o p pos ition.”
“You  hit the b ull ’s- eye f or

accustomed to_this, as_she had said, for_there is_a_brutality of_silence
as_well as a_brutality of speech;_so she scanned her_adversary, as one
does_who_searches for a joint in the armor where the sword’s point will
enter. Then she_took_a firm_grasp_of_the hilt, and pressed it_gently
forward. Turning over her sewing,_and sighing_almost inaudibly to it,
she remarked, quietly:

“As I said_to_Mrs. Hope when_she called----”

“Said to whom?” snapped Sartwell, turning round suddenly.

“Oh,_I thought you were never interested_in my callers._I_suppose_I am
allowed to have_some private friends of my own._Still, if you wish me
to sit_in the house all day alone, you_have but to say so, and_I will
obey.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, if_you can_help it. What was Mrs._Hope doing
here?”

“She was_calling on_me.”

“Quite so. I_think I understand that much. What_was her mission?_What
particular fad was on this time?”

“I_should_think you would_be_ashamed_to speak_like that about_your
employer’s_wife, when_she_did your wife the honour to_consult_her----”

“About what? That is the point I_want to get at.”

“About_the_strike.”

“Ah!” A glint of_anger came into Sartwell’s eyes,_and his wife looked at
him with_some uneasiness.

“Mrs._Hope is_a woman who goes about doing good. She is much interested
in_the men at the ‘works,’ and_thinks of calling on_their wives_and
families_to see for_herself_how they_live. She thinks perhaps something
may be done_for them.”

“Does_she?”

“Yes. She wonders if you are_quite patient and tactful_with_them.”

“And came to find out? You_told her, no doubt, that I_studied tact from
you and was_therefore_all_right as far as that_was concerned.”

“I told her the truth,”_cried Mrs. Sartwell,_hotly.

“Which was----?”

“That you were an obstinate, domineering_man_who would brook no
opposition.”

“You hit the_bull’s-eye_for