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Show r.ii-al, yith a lunge of his f orefingr at ihe doctor. "You -nark my words, Walker, if we don ok out that woman wom-an will raise a mut..y with her preaching. preach-ing. Here's my wife disaffected already, al-ready, and your girls will be no better. bet-ter. We must combine, man, or there's an end of all discipline." "No doubt she Is a little excessive In her views," said the doctor, "but in tha main I think as she does." i"Bravo, doctor!" cried the lady. .;' "W.hat;" turned traitor to your sex1. We'll court-martial you as a deserter." "She is quite right. The professions are not sufficiently open to women. They are still too much circumscribed in theii employments. They are a feeble folk. JNTERNATIQNaL ASSOCIATION. placed those broad shoulders and strong limbs upon his well knit frame. His dark, open face, too, with his straight Grecian nose; well opened brown eyes, and round, black curled head, were all those of a man who was fashioned for active physical work. Meanwhile he was popular with his fellow brokers, respected re-spected by his clients and beloved at home, but his spirit was restless within him and his mind chafed unceasingly against his surroundings. "Do you know, Willy," said Mrs. Hay Denver one evening as she stood bs-hind bs-hind her husband's chair, with her hand upon his shoulder, "I think sometimes that Harold is not quite happy." . "He looks happy, the-young rascal," answered the admiral, pointing with his the women who have to work for their bread poor, unorganized, timid, tak ing as a favor m at they might demand as a right. That is why their case is not more constantly before the public, for if their cry for redress was as great as their grievance it would fill the world to the exclusion of all others. It Is all very well for us to be courteous to the rich, the refined, those to whom life la already made easy. It Is a mere form, a trick of manner. If we are truly courteous, we shall stoop to lift up struggling womanhood when she really needs our help when it is life and death to her whether she has it or not. And then to cant about it being unwomanly to work in the higher professions. It is womanly enough to starve, but unworn CHAPTER HI. (Con-tinued). Admiral Hay Denver did not belong to the florid, white-haired, hearty school of sea dogs which is more common com-mon in works of fiction than In the navy list. On the contrary, he was the anly to use the brains which God has given them. Is it not a monstrous contention?" con-tention?" The admiral chuckled. "You are like one of these phonographs, Walker," said he; "you have had all this talked into you, and now you are reeling it off again. It's rank mutiny, every word of It, for man has his duties and woman has hers, but they are as separate as their natures are. I suppose that we shall have a woman hoisting her pennant pen-nant on the flagship presently, and taking tak-ing command of the Channel squadron." "Well, you have a woman on the throne taking command of the whole nation," remarked his wife; "and everybody every-body is agreed that she does it better than any of the men." " The admiral was somewhat staggered by this home thrust. "That's quite another an-other thing," said he. ''You should come to their next meeting. meet-ing. I am to take the chair. I have just promised Mrs. Westmacott that I will do so. But It has turned chilly, and It is time that the girls were indoors. Good night! I shall look out for you after breakfast for our constitutional, admiral." representative oi a inuuu muic guimuuu type which is the antithesis of the conventional con-ventional sailor. He was a thin, hard-featured hard-featured man, with an ascetic, acqul-line acqul-line cast of face, grizzled and hollow-cheeked, hollow-cheeked, clean-shaven with the exception excep-tion of the tiniest curved promontory of ash-colored whisker. An observer, accustomed to classify men, might have put him down as a canon of the church with a taste for lay costume and a country life, or as the master of a large public school, who joined his scholars in their outdoor sports. His lips were firm,, his chin prominent, he had a hard, dry eye and his manner was precise and formal. Forty years of stern discipline disci-pline had made him reserved and silent. Yet, when at his ease with an equal he could readily assume a less quarter-deck style, and he had a fund of little, dry stories of the world and Its ways which were of interest from one who had seen so many phases of life. Dry and spare, as lean as a jockey and as tough as whipcord, he might be seen any day swinging his silver-headed Malacca cane and pacing along the suburban roads with the same measured meas-ured gait with which he had been wont to tread the poop of his flagship. He wore a good service stripe upon his cheek, for on one side it was pitted and! scarred where a spurt of gravel knocked up by a round shot and struck him thirty thir-ty vsnrs before, when he served In the cigar. It was after dinner, and through ' the open French window of the dining room a clear view was to be had of the tennis court and the players. A set had just been finished and young Charles Westmacott was hitting up the balls as high as he could send them in the middle mid-dle of the ground. Doctor Walker and Mrs. Westmacott were pacing up and down the lawn, the lady waving her racket as she emphasized her remarks, and the doctor listening with slanting head and little nods of agreement. Against the Tails at the near end Harold Har-old was leaning In his flannels talking to the two sisters, who stood listening to him with their long dark shadows streaming down the lawn behind them. The girls were dressed alike in dark skirts, with- light pink tennis blouses and pink bands on their straw hats, so that as they stood with the soft red of the setting sun tinging their faces, Clara, demure and quiet, Ida, mischievous mischiev-ous and daring, it was a group which might have pleased the eye of a mbre exacting critic than the old sailor. "Yes, he looks happy, mother," he repeated, re-peated, with a chuckle. "It was not so long ago since it was you and I who were standing like that, and I don't remember that we were-very unhappy, either. It was croquet in our time, and the ladies had not reefed In their skirts I quite so taut. What year would It be? The old sailor looked after his friend with a twinkle in his eyes. "How old is he, mother?" "About fifty, I think." "And Mrs. Westmacott?" "I heard that she was forty-three." The admiral rubbed his hands and shook with amusement. "We'll find one of these days that three and two make one," said he. "I'll bet you a new bonnet bon-net on It, mother." CHAPTER IV. A SISTEB'S SECRET. fl ELL. ME, MISS Walker! You know how things should a. , be-. What would 3 you sry-was.agood profession for a young man of 26 who has had no education worth speaking about, and who is not very quick by nature?" The speaker was Charles Westmacott and the time this same summer evening in the tennis ground, though the shadows had fallen now and the same had been abandoned. The girl glanced up at him, amused and surprised. "Do you mean yourself?" "Precisely." "But how could I tell?" "I have no one to advise me. I believe that you could do it better than any one. I feel confidence In your opinion." "It Is very flattering." She glanced up Lancaster gun battery. Yet he was hale and sound, and though he was fifteen years senior to his friend the doctor, he might have passed as the younger man. Mrs. Hay Denver's life had been a very broken one, and her record upon land represented a greater amount of endurance and self-sacrifice than his upon the sea. They had been together for four months after their marriage, and then had come a hiatus of four years, during tfhich he was flitting about between St. Helena and the Oil Pavers in a gunboat. Then came a blessed year of peace and domesticity, to be followed by nine years, with only a three months' break, five upon the Pacific station and four on the East Indian. In-dian. After that was a respite in the shape, of five years in the Channel squadron, with periodical runs home, and then again he was off to the Mediterranean Med-iterranean for three years and to Halifax Hali-fax for four. Now, at last, however, this old married couple, who were still almost strangers to one another, had come together in Norwood, where, If their short day had been chequered and broken, the evening at least promised to be sweet and mellow. In person Mrs. Hay Denver was tall and stout, with a bright, round, ruddy-cheeked face, still pretty, with a gracious, matronly comeliness. Her whole life was a round ope." Mrs. Hay Denver ran her fingers through his grizzled hair. "It was when you came back in the Antelope, just before be-fore you got your step." "Ah, the old Antelope! What a clipper clip-per she was! She could sail two points nearer the wind than anything of her tonnage in the service. You remember her mother. You say her come into Plymouth Ply-mouth Bay. Wasn't she a beauty?" "She was indeed dear. But when . I say that I think chat n&J? evtty happy I mean in?his a"a-il lithe Othnr never struck you how thoughtful he is at times, and how absent-minded?" "In love, perhaps, the young dog. He seems to have found snug moorings now at any rate." "I think that It is very likely that you are right, Willy," answered the mother seriously. "But which of them?" "I cannot tell." "Well, they are very charming girls, both of them. But as long as he hangs in the wind between the two It cannot be serious. After all, the boy is four-and-twenty, and he made five hundred pounds last year. He is better able to marry than I was when I was lieutenant." lieuten-ant." "I think that we can see which It Is now," remarked the observant mother. Charles Westmaseott had ceased to 01 aevouuu auu 01 vided between her husband and her only son, Harold. This son It was who kept them in the neighborhood . of London, for the admiral was as fond of ships and of salt water as ever, and was as happy In the sheets of a two-ton yacht as on the bridge of his sixteen knot monitor. Had he been untied the Devonshire or Hampshire coast would certainly have been his choice. There was Harold, however, how-ever, and Harold's interests were their chief care. Harold was four-and-twenty now. Three years before he had been taken In hand by an acquaintance of his father's, the head of a considerable Arm of stock brokers, ' and fairly launched j upon 'Change. His three hundred guinea entrance fee paid, his three sureties of five hundred pounds each found, his name approved by the committee,' and all other formalities complied with, he found himself whirling round, an Insignificant In-significant unit in the vortex of the money market of the world. There, under un-der the guidance of his father's friend, . in fhv ' mvRtpriea of KnOCK Lilt: LCIliiia uciiio chatting with Clara Walker, while Ida j and Harold Denver were still talking by the railing with little outbursts of 1 laughter. Presently a fresh set was I formed, and Doctor Walker, the odd ; man out, came through the wicket gate j and strolled up the garden .walk. "Good evening, Mrs. Hay Denver," said he, raising his broad stray hat. "May I come In?" . 1 "Good evening, doctor! Pray do!" j "Try one of these," said the admiral, holding out his cigar-case. "They are not bad. I got them, on the Mosquito Coast. I was thinking of signaling to you, but you seemed so very happy out there." "Mrs. Westmaseott Is a very clever woman," said the doctor, lighting the cigar. "By the way, you spoke about the Mosquito Coast just now. Did you see much of the Hyla when you were out there?" "No such name on the list," answered the seaman, with decision. "There's the Hydra, a harbor defense turret-sihin turret-sihin but she never leaves the home again at his esCrnest, questioning face, with its Saxon eyes and drooping flaxen flax-en mustache, in some doubt as to-whether to-whether he might be joking. On the contrary, con-trary, all his attention seemed to be concentrated upon her answer, j "It depends so much upon what you ! can do, you know. I do not know you : sufficiently to be able to say what natu- ral gifts yqu have." They were walking ! slowly across the lawn in the direction ' of the house. "I have none. That is to say, none worth mentioning. I have no memory and I am very slow." "But you are very strong." "Oh, If that goes for anything. I can put up a hundred pound bar till further orders; but what sort of a calling Is that?" Some little joke about being called to the bar flickered up in Miss Walker's mind, but her companion was- In such obvious earnest that she stifled down her inclination to laugh. (TO BE CONTINUED.) bulling and of bearing, in . the strange usages of 'Change in the intricacies of carrying over and of transferring. He learned to know where to place his clients' money, which of the jobbers would make a price in New Zealands, and which would touch nothing but American rails, which might be trusted and which shunned. All this, and much more, he mastered, and to such purpose that he soon began to prosper, to retain the clients who had been recommended to him, and to attract fresh ones. But the work was never congenial. He had inherited from his father his love of the air of heaven, his affection for a manly and natural existence. To act as middleman middle-man between the pursuer of wealth and the wealth which he pursued, or to stand as a human barometer, registering register-ing the rise and fall of the great mammon mam-mon pressure in the markets, was not the work for which Providence had waters." The doctor laughed. ."We live In two separate worlds," said he. "The Hyla is the little green tree frog, and Beale has founded some of his views on protoplasm pro-toplasm upon the appearances of Its nerve cells. It is a subject In which I take an interest." "There were vermin of all sorts in the woods. When I have been on river service serv-ice I have heard it at night like the engine-room when you are on the measured mile. You can't sleep for the piping, and croaking, and chirping. Great Scott! what a woman that is! She was across the lawn in three jumps. She would have made a , captain of the foretop in the old days." ; "She Is a very, remarkable "woman." "A very cranky one." "A very sensible one in some things," remarked Mrs. Hay Denver. "Tyipic at that now!" cried the ad- |