No answering flame burned in his heart as it had burned that
evening by the bridle path in Jackson Park when she had expounded another
idea. But the thought of a need of new interest for her coming to him, he
turned to her smiling.
"It sounds all right but I know nothing of such things," he said.
After that evening Sue began to get a hold upon herself. The old fire came
back into her eyes and she went about the house with a smile upon her face
and talked through the evenings to her silent, attentive husband of the
life of usefulness, the full life. One day she told him of her election to
the presidency of a society for the rescue of fallen women, and he began
seeing her name in the newspapers in connection with various charity and
civic movements. At the house a new sort of men and women began appearing
at the dinner table; a strangely earnest, feverish, half fanatical people,
Sam thought, with an inclination toward corsetless dresses and uncut hair,
who talked far into the night and worked themselves into a sort of
religious zeal over what they called their movement. Sam found them likely
to run to startling statements, noticed that they sat on the edges of
their chairs when they talked, and was puzzled by their tendency toward
making the most revolutionary statements without pausing to back them up.
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