The Press., 1893-06-01

your principles. We shall have medi- cine, law aId the church, all rallying that night for the protection of wdmah. Is the navy to be the one profession ab- sent?''
 The admiral jumped out of his chair with an evil word in his throat .ssThere, there, ma'am,'' he cried. aDrJp it for a time. I have heard enough. You've turned me point or two. I won't deny it. But let it stand at that. Twill think it over."
 Certainly, admiral. We would not hurry you in your decision, But we still hope to see you on our platform" She rose and moved about in her 1ounging masculine fashion from one picture to another, for the walls were thickly cov- cred with "reminiscences of the admiral's voyages.
 ''Hullor' said she. Surely this ship would have furlcd all her lower canvas and reefed her topsails if she found her self on lee shore with the wind on her quarter.
 "Of course she would The artist was never past Gravesend, swear. It's the Penelope as she was on the 14th of June. 1857, in the throat of the straits of Ban ca, with the island of Banca on the star board bow and Sumatra on the port. He painted from description, but of course, as you very sensibly say, all was snug below, and she carried stormsails and double reefed topsails, for it was blow ing cyclone from the sou'east. I com pliment you, ma'am, do indeedr' ... "Oh, I have done little sailoring my self-as much as woman can aspire to, you know. This is the bay of Funchal. What 8 lovely frigate!' ;.ne,,. "Lovely, you say! An, she was lovely! That is the Andromeda. was mate aboard of her-sublieutenant they call it now, though like the old name best. "
 ssWhat lovely rake her. masts have, and what 8 curve to her bows! She must have been clipper.
 The old sailor rubbed his hands, and his eyes glistened. His old ships bor- dered close upon his wife and his son in his affection. '-;'
 q know Funchal,' said the lady care lessly "A couple of years ago Ihad g 7-ton cutter rigged yacht, the Banshee, and we ran over to Madeira. from Fal- mouth ., 1 "You, ma am, in 8 7-tonner?"
 "With couple of Cornish lads for 8 crew. Oh, it was glorious! A fortnight right out in the open, with no worries no letters, no callers, no petty thoughts nothing but the grand worky of God, the tossing sea and the great silent sky They talk of riding-indeedI am fond o1 horses, too-but what is there to com pare with the swoop of a little craft as she pitches down the long, steep side o1 a wave, and then the quiver and spring as she is tossed upward again? Oh, ii our souls could transmigrate I'd be 2 seamew above all birds that fly! But keep you, admiral. Adieu!'
 The old sailor was too transported witt sympathy to say word. He could only shake her broad muscular hand. She was half way down the garden path before she heard him calling her and saw hi grizzled head and weather stained fact looking out from behind the curtains.
 "You may put mo down for the plat form,'' he cried and vanished abashei behind the curtain of his Times, wher his wife found him at lunchtime.
 'I hear that you have had quite lonl chat with Mrs. Westmacott, said she'
 "Yes, and 1 think that she is one o the most sensible women that eve knew"
 Except on the woman's rights ques tion, of course"
 "Oh, I don't know She has a goo deal to say for herself on that also. l fact, mother, have taken a platforr ticket for her meeting" fs l Conttnlied next weekly ~ sa.