At first, Myrtle Hardy was more bewildered than excited. The scene was
unlike anything in her experience. The hotels glittering with feminine
finery and humming with feminine voices; the placards over doorways in
rotundas or corridors, announcing headquarters; the vast crooning bulk
of the lake, the iridescent gleam of water that came to one in glimpses
as one was whirled down the wide and breeze-swept avenues, amid a dazzle
of lovely fabrics and smiling faces, blooming like flowers in swiftly
passing victorias or rattling cabs, or rippling over the sidewalks into
the wide vestibules where Milwaukee welcomed her guests; the noisy rush
of the city; the ceaseless rattle and clang of the electric-cars which
were like an orchestral accompaniment to the magnetic excitement pulsing
under the decorous calm of the meetings, in the flower-decked theaters,
or eddying through the foyer; these at first dazed the woman unused to
clubs. But only for a brief time. Presently, she began to be consulted;
her advice was asked; she made a speech in a meeting of the state
delegation. There was, in the speech, her natural clear sense--which
goes for something always and everywhere--there was, also, the mark in
voice and speech and pose, of her years' training with the teachers. "I
believe you could be heard all right, in the theater," said the
president of the state delegation, afterward, "will you make a motion
or two for us, this afternoon?" She made the motions; and, strangely
enough, she wasn't so frightened as she had been in the state
delegation; in fact, she proposed a simple short cut through an
unnecessary dilemma with not much feeling beyond wonderment that so many
clever women could get themselves into such a tangle. The applause and
delight of her companions of the delegation touched her. "I'm in it,
again," she thought, railing at her own vanity, but curiously pleased.
Now, her thoughts were back, groping through the years when she was not
"in it." Not the days of her youth, not at all; she had been the leader
of her mates, an ingenious, tolerant, easy-going leader, admired and
loved, shining among them by right of two years in an eastern
boarding-school and a trip to Europe.
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