Manchurian Books

My
natural firmness came to the front.
"Certainly _not_," I said.
"You needn't stick your lip out at me, Miss Bab, that was
only giving you a chance, and forgetting my Duty to help you,
not to mention probably losing my place when the Familey finds
out."
"Finds out what?"
"What you've been up to, the stage, and writing plays, and
now liquor and tobacco!"
Now I may be at fault in the Narative that follows. But I
ask the school if this was fair treatment. I had returned to my
home full of high Ideals, only to see them crushed beneath the
heal of domestic tyranny.
_Necessity is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of
slaves_. _William Pitt_.
How true are these immortal words.
It was with a firm countenance but a sinking heart that I
saw Hannah leave the room. I had come home inspired with lofty
Ambition, and it had ended thus. Heart-broken, I wandered to the
bedside, and let my eyes fall on the Suitcase, the container of
all my woe.
Well, I was surprised, all right. It was not and never had
been mine.


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