And gathering her woolen shawl about her she swept into the kitchen, her
cap strings tremulous with indignation, and I was left to a swift and
guilty perusal of the newspaper. I use the adjective "guilty" because I
knew how thoroughly Euphemia would disapprove of the section to which I,
for the seventh time in as many days, turned. It was the advertising
page that I selected, and my eagerness was resultant from a desperate
resolution which I had secretly made.
I was going to work.
For the first time in the history of my ancient and honorable family, a
female Talbot was seeking remunerative employment. Terrible as I knew
this act to be I was unalterably resolved upon it, and was keeping my
secret from my dear sister only until armed with actual employment, for
I was but too well aware of what her attitude would be, and determined
to waste no time in disputing a theoretical situation, but once
strengthened by actually being engaged in some capacity I would face her
wrath. Besides, were she to learn prematurely of my plan, she was quite
capable of attempting to lock me in my chamber as a preventive measure.
But though so long recreant in my decision to take what after mature
consideration I deemed the right and proper course, it was not for
nothing that my parents, despairing of ever being blessed with a son,
had bestowed upon me the family name of Freedom. There had always been a
male Freedom Talbot, and his tradition had ever justified his name; and
at length I was determined to live up to it.
My desperate decision had, of course, a pecuniary basis. We were poor;
there is no denying it. Our parents had left us the house and an income
of seven hundred a year, which for two maidens who would presumably
marry was not insufficient in the day of our inheritance. But no mate
ever having chosen either of us, or been chosen by either of us, and the
cost of living having risen so inexplicably, our situation had gradually
become greatly altered. Euphemia steadily opposed the idea of any
remunerative work, no matter how genteel, and so far I had unwillingly
submitted, the more readily because we were utterly without training or
equipment. But when in a single week the tax on the house was increased
simultaneously with the price of butter, my resolve took shape, and my
perusal of the advertising sheets began.
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