Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-07-10

mo? Perhaps you don't care eor the
brand What are these. Clara7'
Egyptians
"Ah, we must have some Richmond
Gems or Turkish. l wish. pa, when you
- into town, you would get me some
Turkish"
II will do nothing of the kind. I do
not at all think that it is fitting habit
for young ladies. l do not agree with
Mrs. Westmacott upon the point"
Really, pa! 1t was you who advised
US to initiate her."
But with discrimination. What is 1t
that you are drinking. Clara?"
Rum, papa"
Rum? In the morning?" He sat
down and rubbed his eyes as one who
tries to shake off some evil dream.
did you say rum?"
Yes, pa. They all drink it in the pro-
fession which am going to take up"
profession Clara?"
MRS. Westmacott says that every
woman should follow a calling, and
that we ought to choose those which
women have always avoided"
quite So"
well, am going to act upon her adj
vice. I am going to be a pilot"
MY dear Clara A pilot, This Is too
much"
This is beautiful book, papa. The
Lights, Beacons, Buoys, Channels, and
Landmarks of Great Britain Here is
another, The Master Mariners Hand
book You can't imagine how interest
ing it is"
You are joking, Clara. You must be
joxingr
Not at all, pa. You can't think what
a lot have learned already. I'm to
carry a green light to starboard, and
red to port, with a white light at the
masthead, and fiare-up every fifteen
minutes"
"Oh, won't it look pretty at night"
cried her sister,
And I know the fog-signals. One
blast means that ship steers to STAR
board, two to port, three astern, four
that it is unmanageable. But this man
asks such dreadful questions at the end
of each chapter. Listen to this: You
see red light. The ship is on the port
tack and the wind at north; what course
is that ship steering to a point?"
The Doctor rose with gesture of de-
spair. II can't imagine what has coma
over you BOTH" said he.
"My dear papa, we are trying hard to
live up to. Mrs. Westmacott's stand
ard
"Well, must say that do not adj
mire the result. Your chemistry, Ida,
may perhaps do no harm; but your
scheme, Clara, is out of the question.
How a girl of your sense could ever en-
terrain such notion is more than I
can imagine. But I must absolutely
~,
But, pa" asked Ida, with an air of
innocent inquiry in her big blue eyes,
what are we to do when your COM
mands and Mrs. Westmacott's advice
are opposed? You told us to obey her.
She says that when women try to throw
off their shackles, their fathers, broth
ers and husbands are the very first to
try to rivet them on again, and that in
such a matter no man has any author
ity."
Does Mrs. Westmacott teach you
that I am not the head of my own
house?" The Doctor flushed, and his
grizzled hair bristled in his anger.
Certainly. She says that all heads
of houses are relics of the dark ages"
The Doctor muttered something and
stamped his foot upon the carpet. Then
UilHoul d WOiu lie PdSoSQ Jul lllO luo
garden, and his daughters could see
him striding furiously up and down,
cutting off the heads of the flowers
with a switch.
ooh, you darlingl You played your
part so splendidlyi' cried Ida.
But how cruel it isl When saw the
sorrow and surprise in his eyes very
nearly put up my arms about him and
told him all. Don't you think we have
done enough?"
mo, no, no. Not nearly enough. You
must not turn weak now, Clara. 1t Is
so funny that I should be leading you.
1t is quite a new experience. But I
know I am right. If we go on as we
are doing, we shall be able to say all
our lives that we have saved him. And
If we don't, oh, Clara. we should never
forgive ourselves"