"So let us see the matter through, And, in this line, it must be true One house for all will surely do. "And if one house means less of strife, To gain the comforts of this life, Why, further progress means one wife." * * * * * Ten women now, their acts attest, Prefer ten homes, and deem it best To let cooeperation rest. [Footnote 2: Lippincott's Magazine.] A COMMITTEE FROM KELLY'S BY J.V.Z. BELDEN "Katherine--give it up, dear--" The man looked down into the earnest eyes of the girl as she sat in the shadow of a palm in the conservatory at the Morrison's. Strains of music from the ball-room fell on unheeding ears and she sighed as she looked up at him. "I can not turn back now, Everett," she said. "Ever since that day I spent down on the east side I have looked at life from a different standpoint. A message came to me then and I must listen. For a year I have been preparing myself to take my part in this work. To-morrow I take possession of what is called a model flat, and I hope to teach those poor little children something besides the _three R's_. To tell them how to take a little sunshine into their dismal homes." She looked like some fair saint with her face illumined with love of humanity. "Might I venture to suggest that there is plenty of room for sunshine in an old house up the Avenue," said the man wistfully. The girl looked up quickly--"Don't, Everett, give me six months to see what I can do--then I will answer the question you asked me last night." "Oh, my dear, my dear," he said, "you do not know how I hate to have you go down there. My sympathy with the great unwashed is not deep enough for me to be willing to have you mingle with them. Then, to be quite honest, I have found them rather a happy lot." "Listen, Everett," said the girl. "Come down to me a month from to-night and I will show you that I am right and you are wrong." "A _whole_ month!" the man protested. "Yes, a whole month--" * * * * * The sun was shining into the front windows of a room on the first floor of a high tenement down on the east side. A snow-white bed stood far enough from the wall to allow it to be made up with perfect ease. In front of it stood a screen covered with pretty chintz; white muslin curtains hung at the windows; everything was spotless from the kalsomined ceiling to the oiled floors, where a few bright-colored rugs made walking possible. As Katherine Anderson explained to some scoffing friends who came down to take luncheon with her.