After the Storm

The lady paused as if for an answer.

"What is your duty, my dear young friend?" she repeated.

"I will answer for you," she continued. "Your duty is to be true to

yourself and to your sisters in bonds."

"In bonds! _I_ in bonds!" Mrs. Talbot touched her to the quick.

"Are you a free woman?" The inquiry was calmly made.

Irene started to the floor and moved across the room, then turned

and came back again. Her cheeks burned and her eyes flashed. She

stood before Mrs. Talbot and looked at her steadily.

"The question has disturbed you?" said the lady.

"It has," was the brief answer.

"Why should it disturb you?"

Irene did not answer.

"I can tell you."

"Say on."

"You are in bonds, and feel the fetters."

"Mrs. Talbot!"

"It is so, my poor child, and you know it as well as I do. From the

beginning of our acquaintance I have seen this; and more than once,

in our various conversations, you have admitted the fact."

"I?"

"Yes, you."

Irene let her thoughts run back through the sentiments and opinions

which she had permitted herself to utter in the presence of her

friend, to see if she had so fully betrayed herself. She could not

recall the distinct language, but it was plain that Mrs. Talbot had

her secret, and therefore reserve on the subject was useless.

"Well," she said, after standing for some time before Mrs. Talbot,

"if I am in bonds, it is not because I do not worship freedom."

"I know that," was the quickly-spoken answer. "And it is because I

wish to see you a free woman that I point to your bonds. Now is the

time to break them--now, before years have increased their

strength--now, before habit has made tyranny a part of your

husband's nature. He is your ruler, because the social sentiment is

in favor of manly domination. There is hope for you now, and now

only. You must begin the work of reaction while both are young. Let

your husband understand, from this time, that you are his equal. It

may go a little hard at first. He will, without doubt, hold on to

the reins, for power is sweet; but if there be true love for you in

his heart, he will yield in the struggle, and make you his companion

and equal, as you should be. If his love be not genuine, why--"

She checked herself. It might be going a step too far with her young

friend to utter the thought that was coming to her lips. Irene did

not question her as to what more she was about to say. There was

stimulus enough in the words already spoken. She felt all the

strength of her nature rising into opposition.