The Yale expositor., 1895-11-22
6Y Il. CONAN DOYLE.

but Mrs. WeStmacott says that
women should rise early, and do their
work before breakfast"
Then they should choose some other
room besides the breakfast-room." The
Doctor was becoming just a little
rufiied. A turn in the open air would
soothe him, he thought. Where are
my boots?" he asked.
But they were not in their accustomed
corner by his chair. Up and down he
searched, while the three servants took
up the quest, STOPPING and peeping un-
der bookcases and drawers. Ida had
returned to her studies, and Clara to
her blue-covered volume. sitting alb
sorbed and disinterested amid the bus
tie and the racket. At last general
buzz Of congratulation announced that
the cook had discovered the boots hung
up among the hats in the hall. The
Doctor, very red and Mustered, drew
them on, and stamped off to join the
Admiral in his morning walk
AS the door slammed Ida burst into
a shout Of laughter. you see, Clara"
she cried, "the charm works already.
He has gone to number one instead Of
TO number three. Oh, we shall win
great victory. You've been very good,
dear; l. could see that you were ON
thorns to help him when he was look
ing for his boots"
Poor papa! 1t is so cruel. And yet
what are we to do?"
"Oh, he will enjoy being comfortable
all the more If we give him little dis
comfort now. What horrible work this
chemistry isl Look at my frock! 1t Is
ruined. And this dreadful smell!' She
threw open the window, and thrust her
little golden-curled head out Of it.
Charles Westmacott was hoeing at the
other side Of the garden fence.
Good morning, sir" said Ida.
Good morning!" The big man le2ned
upon his hoe and looked up at her.
Have you any cigarettes, Charles?"
Eyes, certainly"
Throw me up two"
Here is my case. Can you catch?"
A seal-skin case came with a soft thud
| on to the floor. Ida opened 1t. 1t was
| full.
what are these?" she asked.
Egyptians"
what are some other brands?"
| ooh, Richmond Gems, and Turkish,
and Cambridge. But why?"
Never mind! She nodded to him
and closed the window. 1--WE must re-
|
I'VE must learn to talk about the
brands of cigarettes. Has your rum
conner"
Yes. dear. 1t is here"
"And 1 have my stout. Come slong
up to my room now. This smell ~ too
abominable. But we must be ready for
him when he comes back. II we sit at
the window we shall see him coming
down the road"
The fresh morning air. and the Genial
company Of the Admiral had caused
the Doctor to forget his troubles, and
he came back about midday in an ex-
celient humor. AS he opened the hall
door the vile smell of chemicals which
had spoEt his breakfast met him with
a.redoubled virulence. He. threw open
the hall window, entered the dining
room, and stood aghast at the sight
which met his eyes.
Ida was still sitting among her bot
ties, with lit cigarette in her left hand
and a glass of stout on the table beside
her. Clara, with another cigarette, was
| Ioungipg in the easy chair with several
maps spread out upon the floor around.
Her feet were stuck up on the coal scut-
tie, and she had a tumblerful of some
reddish-brown composition on the
smoking table close at her elbow. The
Doctor gazed from one to the other Of
them through the thin gray haze of
smoke, but his eyes rested finally in a
settled stare Of establishment upon his
elder and more serious daughter.
"Claraw he gasped, II could not have
believed it!'
what is it, papa?"
"You are smoking!
Il a. 4.
difficult, for 1 have not been used to
it."
But why, in the name Of goodness
Mrs. westmacott recommends it."
"Oh, a lady of mature years may dc
many things which young girl must
avoid"
"Oh, no." cried Ida. MRS. westma-
colt says that there should be one law
for all. Have a cigarette, pa?"
mo, thank you. never smoke in the
Dorrxng."
mo? Perhaps you don't care for the
brand. What are these, Clara?"
Egyptians"
"Ah, we must have some Richmond
Gems OF Turkish. / wish, pa, when you
go into town, you would get me some
Turkish"
II VIII do nothing Of the kind. dc
not at all think that 1t is fitting habit
for young ladies. / do not agree will
Mrs. Wesfmacott upon yhe point
Really, pal 1t was you who advised
US TO initiate her"
But with discrimination. What 10 II
that you are drinking, Clara?'
Rum, papa"
rum? In the morning?" He sal
down and rubbed his eyes as one who
tries 20 shake off some evil dream
did you say rum?"
Yes, pa. They all drink 1t In the pro
fession which am going to take up"
Profession, Clara?"
Mrs. Westmacott says that every
woman should 1llow a calling, ano
that we ought TO choose those which
women have always avoided"
quite So"
well. / am going to act upon her ad
vice. / am going to be pilot"
MY dear Claral A pilot This is toe
much"
This is a beautiful book, papa. The
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