The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-08-01

DUT you don't know Millicent at
} all when you talk this way,
Vance. And it isn't fair to women
generally and my friend particularly
for you to continue this same old
line of argument"
Winifred followed her brother into
the room set apart for their fencing
encounters and sat down rather dis
piritedly upon the edge of divan.
"Your defense of your friend is
very loyal, my dear child" was the
grandly patronizing reply, "but it
does not invalidate in the least what
have said. A woman practicing
medicine is as incongruous as man
trimming hats. Feminine hands were
never meant for surgical operations"
"You are prejudiced, Vance, said
Winifred, as she listlessly took the
foil her brother offered her; "you
didn't get diploma, and l believe
you're mad at all creation to think
that Millicent succeeded where you
failed"
A wave of crimson receded from
Vance Bishops face, leaving it quite
pale.
Must narrowness of vision be add
ed to your shortcomings, Win?" he
asked, with an evenness of tone his
sister suspected.
Il don't care what you say to me-
Winifred retorted; you've tried to
sit on me, more or less, all your
life. But it's different with Milli-
cent She has been here four weeks
now, and you are just as stubborn
and rude as when she came. And
though it has been hard work, with
that little cripple sister of hers to
support, the kindness of others in a
measure helps her to forget the
rough parts of her daily routine. But
with it all she has seen your dislike
OF her, your pointed avoidance, your
persistent snubs. / only hope she
doesn't know the reason. I would
rather have her think it was your
aversion to her as a woman rather
than your dislike of her beloved pro-
fession."
AS women practice it," said Vance
imperturbably.
Science, as well as art, is sexless,'
was Winifred's rejoinder, with an air
OF superiority.
Its tiresome subject, Win. Let's
orop it. We always quarrel"
And with smile meant to be con.
eliiatory Vance thrust face guard
INTO his sisters lap.
but Winifred was in no mood fo1
such summary treatment. This dis
cusslon of Millicent was her hobby
morse, and the little animal, once
,fotted out for riding, pranced grand
~ at Winifred's slightest spur. Just
now Winifred was inclined to curve1
ana execute possibly pas seul, so ir
s fi'aole had she become through the
persistent coldness her brother haC
evloeneed toward her dearest friend
u was very tiresome, for the cir
cumstance made matters somewha
awkward whenever an evening gath
ering OF young folks was in ordel
ana Mllllcent could arrange to be on,
VI oakland's frolicsome set.
"lnlfred watched her brother max,
number of passes in silence. Thel
sne returned to the attack.
Mlllicent has noticed your ungen
.'emaniy attitude" pursued Wini
neo, IN tone of injured dignity.
has she complained to you?"
MS sister shot him an indignan
slance, was about to retort hotl,
snanged her mind and maintained
severe silence.
For IT she has" continued Vance
.'n unmistakable emphasis, "sh
.altner proves she is no doctor. PLY
slcians don't talk much, Win. Yo
know that"
inen it's a good thing you faile
70 get your diploma" returned hi
sister, sharply.
See here" said Vance. pood-n,
.urediy, what's the use of losin
your temper over thas-er-yeun
Woman? She"