Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-09-26
or 4. CONAN DOYLE

Mrs. Westmacott were pacing up and
down the lawn, the lady waving her
racket as she emphasized her remarks,
and the doctor listening with slanting
head and little mods Of agreement.
Against the rails at the near end Har-
old was leaning in his hannels talking
to the two sisters, who stood listening
to him with their long dark shadows
streaming down the lawn behind them.
The girls were dressed alike in dark
skirts with light pink tennis blouses
and pink bands on their straw hats, 80
that as they stood with the soft red
Of the setting sun tinglng their faces
Clara, demure and quiet, Ida, mischiev-
Gus and daring, 1t was group which
might have pleased the eye Of n more
exacting critic than the old sailor
Eyes, he looks happy, mother" he re-
peated, with a chuclsle. 1T was not so
long ago since 1t was you and who
were standing like that, and I don't
remember that we were very unhappy,
either 1t was croquet in our time, and
the ladies had not reefed in their skirts
quite so taut. What year would 1t be?
Just before the commission Of the Pencil
ope."
Mrs. Hay Denver ran her fingers
through his grizzled hair. ut was when
you came back in the Antelope, just be-
fore you got your step"
"Ah, the old Antelope! What clip
per she was! She could sail two points
nearer the wind than anything Of her
tonnage In the service. You remember
her mother. You say her come into Ply
mouth Bay. Wasn't she a beauty"
"She was indeed, dear. But when
say that I think that Harold Is not
happy mean in his daily life. Has it
never struck you how thoughtful he Is
at times, and how absent-minded|
'In love, perhaps, the young dog, He
seems to have found snug mornings now
at any rate"
IT think that 1t is very likely that you
are right, Willy" answered the mother
seriously.
But which of,them?"
81 cannot tell"
"Well, they are very charming girls,
both of them. But as long as he hangs
in the wind between the two 1t cannot
be serious. After all, the boy is four
and-twenty, and he made five hundred
pounds last year. He Is better able to
marry than l was when l was lieuten-
ant"
II think that we can see which 1t Is
now" remarked the observant mother.
Charles Westmascott had ceased to
knock the tennis balls about, and was
chatting with Clara Walker, while Ida
and Harold Denver were still talking by
the railing with little outbursts of
laughter. Presently a fresh set was
formed, and Doctor Walker, the odd
man out, came through the wicket gate
and strolled up the garden walk.
Good evening, Mrs. Hay Denver"
said he raising his broad stray hat.
MAY 1 come in?"
Good evening, doctor! Pray dol"
"Try one of these" said the admiral
holding out his cigar-case, "They are
not bad. 1 got them on the Mosquito
Coast. 1 was thinking of signaling to
you, but you seemed so very happy out
there"
Mrs. Westmascott is very clever
woman" said the doctor lighting the
cigar. "By the way, you spoke about
the Mosquito Coast just now, Did you
see much of the Hyla when you were
out there?"
mo such name on the list" answered |
the seaman, with decision. There's |
the Hydra, a harbor defense turret-
ship, but she never leaves the home
waters"
The doctor laughed 1--WE live In two
separate worlds" said he, "The Hyla |
is the little green tree frog, and Beale
has founded some Of his views on pro-
toplasm upon the appearances of its
nerve cells. II is a subject in which
take an interest
"There were vcrmin of all sorts in the
woods. When l have been on river serv-
ice l have heard it at night like the
engine-room when you are on the
measured mile. You can't sleep for the
piping, and croalking, and chirpng.
Great Scott what woman that is!
She was across the lawn in three jumps.
She would have made a captain of the
foretop in the old days"
"She is a very remarkable woman"
"A very cranky one"
"a very sensible one in some things"
remarked Mrs. Hay Denver.
Look at that now" cried the ad-
miral, with lunge of his forefinger at
the doctor. you mark my words
Walker, If we don't look out that wom-
an will raise mutiny with her preach
ing, Here's my wife disaffected al
ready, and your girls will be no bet
ter. We must combine, man, or there's
an end of all discipline"
mo doubt she Is little excessive in
her views" said the doctor, "but in the
main think as she does"
Bravo, doctor" cried the lady.
What, turned traitor to your sex!
Wen court-martial you as deserter."
"She is quite right. The professions
are not sufficiently open to women. They
are still too much circumscribed in their
employments. They are a feeble folk.
the women who have to work for their
bread-poor, unorganized, timid, talk
ing as favor what they might demand
as right. That Is why their case Is
not more constantly before the public,
for IL their cry for redress was as great
as their grievance 1t would fill the world
to the exclusion Of all others. It Is all
very well for US to be courteous to the
rich, the refined, those to whom life is
already made easy. 1t Is a mere form,
trick q manner. If we are truly
courteous, we shall stoop to lift up
struggling womanhood when she really
needs our help-when it is life and death
to her whether she has it or not. And