New Faces

New Faces, by Myra Kelly

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Title: New Faces
Author: Myra Kelly
Illustrator: Charles F. Neagle
Release Date: March 24, 2005 [EBook #15449]
Language: English
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NEW FACES
BY

MYRA KELLY
AUTHOR OF "LITTLE CITIZENS" "WARDS OF LIBERTY" "THE
ISLE OF DREAMS" "ROSNAH" "THE GOLDEN SEASON"
"LITTLE ALIENS"
[Illustration: Printers Mark]
Illustrations by
CHARLES F. NEAGLE
G.W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY PUBLISHERS NEW YORK

Copyright, 1910, By G.W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY

NEW FACES
[Illustration: "THERE'S NO QUESTION ABOUT IT," HE
RETORTED. "SHE KNOWS THAT I SHALL MARRY HER."]
"Oh give me new faces, new faces, new faces I have seen those about
me a fortnight or more. Some people grow weary of names or of places
But faces to me are a much greater bore."
Andrew Lang.

CONTENTS
THE PLAY'S THE THING 17
THERE'S DANGER IN NUMBERS 57
MISERY LOVES COMPANY 83

THE CHRISTMAS GUEST 115
WHO IS SYLVIA? 147
THE SPIRIT OF CECELIA ANNE 187
THEODORA, GIFT OF GOD 219
GREAT OAKS FROM LITTLE ACORNS 263

ILLUSTRATIONS
"There's no question about it," he retorted. "She knows that I shall
marry her."
Burgess gained an interest and an occupation more absorbing than he
had found for many years
Uncle Richard's face, as he met John's eyes, was a study
She swooped under the large center table, dragging Patty with her
The changeless smile and the drooping plumes made three complete
revolutions, and nestled confidingly upon the shoulder of the law
Celia Anne shut her eyes tightly and fired the rifle into the air

NEW FACES

"THE PLAY'S THE THING"
A business meeting of the Lady Hyacinths Shirt-Waist Club was in
progress. The roll had been called. The twenty members were all
present and the Secretary had read the minutes of the last meeting.
These formalities had consumed only a few moments and the club was

ready to fall upon its shirt waists. The sewing-machines were oiled and
uncovered, the cutting-table was cleared, every Hyacinth had her box
of sewing paraphernalia in her lap; and Miss Masters who had been
half cajoled and half forced into the management of this branch of the
St. Martha's Settlement Mission was congratulating herself upon the
ease and expedition with which her charges were learning to transact
their affairs, when the President drew a pencil from her pompadour and
rapped professionally on the table. In her daytime capacity of saleslady
in a Grand Street shoe store she would have called "cash," but as
President of the Lady Hyacinths her speech was:
"If none of you goils ain't got no more business to lay before the
meetin' a movement to adjoin is in order."
"I move we adjoin an git to woik," said Mamie Kidansky promptly.
Only three buttonholes and the whalebones which would keep the
collar well up behind the ears lay between her and the triumphant
rearing of her shirt waist. Hence her zeal.
Susie Meyer was preparing to second the motion. As secretary she
disapproved of much discussion. She was always threatening to resign
her portfolio vowing, with some show of reason, "I never would 'a'
joined your old Hyacinths Shirt-Waists if I'd a' known I was goin' to
have to write down all the foolish talk you goils felt like givin' up."
It seemed therefore that the business meeting was closed, when a voice
from the opposite side of the table broke in with:
"Say, Rosie, why can't us goils give a play?"
"Ah Jennie, you make me tired," protested the Secretary.
"An' you're out of order anyway," was the President's dictum.
"Where?" cried Jennie wildly, clutching her pompadour with one hand
and the back of her belt with the other, "where, what's the matter with
me?"

"Go 'way back an' sit down," was the Secretary's advice, "Rosie meant
you're out of parliamentry order. We got a motion on the table an' it's
too late for you to butt in on it. This meetin' is goin' to adjoin."
But Jennie was the spokesman of a newly-born party and her supporters
were not going to allow her to be silenced. Even those Lady Hyacinths
who had not been admitted to earlier consultations took kindly to the
suggestion when they heard it.
"I don't care whether she's out of order or not," one ambitious Hyacinth
declared, "I think it would be