tunities, and it did not
absolutely bar him from literature, for which she perceived he had a
sneaking fondness.

Philip wondered if Celia was not thinking of the law for herself. She
had tried teaching, she had devoted herself for a time to work in a
College Settlement, she had learned stenography, she had talked of
learning telegraphy, she had been interested in women's clubs, in a
civic club, in the political education of women, and was now a professor
of economics in a girl's college.

It finally dawned upon Philip, who was plodding along, man fashion, in
one of the old ruts, feeling his way, like a true American, into the
career that best suited him, that Celia might be a type of the awakened
American woman, who does not know exactly what she wants. To be sure,
she wants everything. She has recently come into an open place, and she
is distracted by the many opportunities. She has no sooner taken up
one than she sees another that seems better, or more important in the
development of her sex, and she flies to that. But nothing, long, seems
the best thing. Perhaps men are in the way, monopolizing all the best
things. Celia had never made a suggestion of this kind, but Philip
thought she was typical of the women who push individualism so far as
never to take a dual view of life.

"I have just been," Celia wrote in one of her letters, when she was
an active club woman, "out West to a convention of the Federation of
Women's Clubs. Such a striking collection of noble, independent women!
Handsome, lots of them, and dressed--oh, my friend, dress is still a
part of it! So different from a man's convention! Cranks? Yes, a few
left over. It was a fine, inspiring meeting. But, honestly, I could not
exactly make out what they were federating about, and what they were
going to do when they got federated. It sort of came over me, I am such
a weak sister, that there is such a lot of work done in this world with
no object except the doing of it."

A more recent letter:--"Do you remember Aunt Hepsy, who used to keep
the little thread-and-needle and candy shop in Rivervale? Such a dear,
sweet, contented old soul! Always a smile and a good word for every
customer. I can see her now, picking out the biggest piece of candy in
the dish that she could afford to give for a little fellow's cent. It
never came over me until lately how much good that old woman did in the
world. I remember what a comfort it was to go and talk with her. Well