The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1920-06-09
A VOCATION
BY ELIZABETH n. GREENE.


Copyright. 1929. Western Newspaper Uasoa.)
CyHilia stood at the window Nstiess-
IL watching the whiriing snowdakeA
In the room below her three aunts
were gathered in solemn council and
the girl frowned to herself at tho
knowledge.
why don't they let me alcne!' she
thought, wistfulfy. "1f everyone has a
special work. as Aunt Phyllis says
why don't they let me find mine for
myselfT
AS there seemed no answer to these
troublesome questions Cyrilla turned.
While she still stood irresolute Aunt
DebOrah's voice called to her, and with
smoldering rebellion in her dark eyes
Cyrilla went obediently down.
AS she entered the somber library
two pairs of specialized eyes regarded
her fresh young beauty accusingly.
"Cyrilla," said Aunt Deborah, who
was the Oldest of the aunts, and the
indomitable leader, shave you decided
yet what vocation you Will pursuer'
mo, Aunt Deborah"
Well. Cyrilla, as you seem 90 unable
10 decide for yourself, and it's time
you were accomplishing something,
your aunts and I have concluded to
make choice for you." She paused
eHpeesantay, bot the giri listening re-
speetfuaiy made no effort TO speaR.
"We think It best for yoa 10 tstDe up
dressmaking-yoa seem such a home
body'-she added in a tone tf1st set
tied The matter.
What right have you folks got TO
plan out my Hfe7'' she demanded pas
stonately. because rye always
obeyed you, you think you can drive
me now into work I detest. You
won't give me time to decide for N.Y.
self, you won't trust me. lists
not playing fair!''
Cyrll9's voice broke in a defiant
sob.
The council of three was properly
shocked, but It was gentle Aunt Phyl-
Its who spoke.
The child Is right" she said softly.
we ought to trust her and let her
find her own path"
Deborah Meade shot her youngest
sister whitening glance.
In the refuge Of her room Cyrilla
sobbod dsspairinsiy.
'BHt l won't he a dsesssnaAer. I
woa't-i W0nft!' s0bbed Cyrdrla rebel
nouAy.
Shipping softly downstairs for her
wraPs CwisAa. passing the hbpary
dsos. eaNebt the sound Of a forbidden
HaRa@-bar nefho<S naane-Oa Aunt
PhyFsS tips. she paassa eagerly; she
knew so little Of the mother Of whom
she had bean beSeFt when a child.
TT doesn't pay 10 be too hard, Deb
oFah," Aunt Phyllis was saying. "You
know hew It worked with-with Ciee-
~" she added braSeiy.
So once, long ago. her mother had
rebelled at Aunt Deborah's rigid
reign! That was why. then. they new
er spoke Of her.
Absorbed In her thoughts, she had
reached the crowded thoroughfares of
| the city before she realized how far
she had gone.
She would get an office job. Any
thing was better than being Aunt Deb
orah's dressmaking pupil.
Then it happened.
When she opened her eyes Cyrilla
found herself in little white hospital
bed, with nurse smiling down at
her.
Where am II" asked Cyrilla, bewil-
| dered. -
'"you fell. dear, crossing the street.
don't you remember =
"You've sprained your arm, but to.
morrow we're going to send you
home" Smiled the nurse. 1--WE found
your name and address In your hand
bag and have notified your folks.s Now
so to sleep. dearie." 4
l. When she awol1e. huge bunch of
dewy-petalled violets was on the stand
/ by her bedside. Cyrilla's eyes filled
with quick tears. So the aunts did
care for her a little. after all! q
a awake. dear?"
Cyrila. adniring the violets. had
not heard the nurse enter. ~
Aren't they .lovely?" she cried, in
dicating the flowers. 81 didn't know
my aunts cared for me like that" she
added. TREMENDOUSLY.
Nurse Gray smiled automatically.
"Wouldn't yen like to thank the Civ
er of them?" she asked. II came to
tell you. you have caller"
Cyrilia. watching the nurse depart.
wondered If. Aunt Phyllis had really
come to see her. Then the door
opened and Nurse Gray re-entered,
| followed by tall young man with a
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