The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1896-06-11
HER CAREER.
BY CLARA M. WHITE.

"Well Kathryn. here you are at
last. Do you know that it is just
year ago today that we graduated?
Dear old Wellesley When shall l
see the beautiful place again Little
did l think that it would be a whole
year before you and l should have an
other talk.
"And little did I think, Mariory,
that in year should be summoned
to help you prepare for your wedding.
Do yon remember that last night
when We spent the midnight hour to-
gether talking over our past and fut-
ure? And do you remember how you
declared you should not marry Jack,
even though he had asked you before
you came away to college ? And then,
you know you announced your inten-
ton of following literary career?
You had not quite decided whether
you preferred editing IL newspaper or
writing popular novels. 1 have
laughed over it many a time since you
wrote me of your coming marriage 90
"Well, you needn't laugh, Kathryn
Ball, it's very serious matter-the
engagement, I mean; and as for my
career
"Don't look SO superior, now. l
suppose you will go on teaching, aud
climbing up and up, till you are col
lege president, but don't believe you
will be bit happier than l"
"All right, Mari, l am not going
to dispute the point, because [ am
dying to know how it all came about,
this amazing change in your views OF
life
Honestly, I just cannot help laugh
ing, whenever think of it,
And she burst into peal of merri
ment. in which Marjory, though she
tried hard to stand on her dignity was
at last forced to join.
"You don't deserve to be told
word about it, but I'll be good and
tell you anyway, for l must vindicate
myself, if possible.
"How charming! Well, begin
right away" And Kathryn settled
back lazily among the cushions in her
hammock, while Marjory, in a 10"
rocker at her side, proceeded to relate
what she called her Conversion"
"Of course Jack called bright and
early the very evening | returned. 1t
was gorgeous night and after [ had
sung for him, we took little walk III
the garden. No sooner had We
reached the end of the walk, than he
grabbed both my hands and said,
'Marjory, those miserable four years
are over at last. Now when shall it
be2'
"When shall what be?' said I, pre-
tending not to know what he meant,
and trying to pull my hands away.
cat that he actually kissed me !?
Why, was 50 angry, l don't know what
| did or said. 1t seems the silly boy
had taken it for granted that | was
going to marry him as soon as | got
out of school. I told him that [ had
never given him to understand any
such thing, and that | had quite made
up my mind not to marry for num-
Der of years, if l did at all.
"Let's sit down here and talk it
over bit, he said. He seemed quite
as serious as 1, and asked me if
minded telling him what | intended
doing with my life. He was so SPIN
pathetic and nice, that just told him
how my great desire was to become 8
newspaper woman. [ said that
thought either of going to some small
place and editing paper myself, OF
Of editing some special department OF
q city paper. On the whole l thought
Ipreferred the latter. as then coult
stay at home and get little &C
quainted with my family, after havint
zen away from them for so long.