Eli Bolton and his wife talked over Ruth’s case, as they had often done before, with no little anxiety.  Alone of all their children she was impatient of the restraints and monotony of the Friends’ Society, and wholly indisposed to accept the “inner light” as a guide into a life of acceptance and inaction.  When Margaret told her husband of Ruth’s newest project, he did not exhibit so much surprise as she hoped for.  In fact he said that he did not see why a woman should not enter the medical profession if she felt a call to it.

“But,” said Margaret, “consider her total inexperience of the world, and her frail health.  Can such a slight little body endure the ordeal of the preparation for, or the strain of, the practice of the profession?”

“Did thee ever think, Margaret, whether, she can endure being thwarted in an, object on which she has so set her heart, as she has on this?  Thee has trained her thyself at home, in her enfeebled childhood, and thee knows how strong her will is, and what she has been able to accomplish in self-culture by the simple force of her determination.  She never will be satisfied until she has tried her own strength.”

“I wish,” said Margaret, with an inconsequence that is not exclusively feminine, “that she were in the way to fall in love and marry by and by.  I think that would cure her of some of her notions.  I am not sure but if she went away, to some distant school, into an entirely new life, her thoughts would be diverted.”

Eli Bolton almost laughed as he regarded his wife, with eyes that never looked at her except fondly, and replied,

“Perhaps thee remembers that thee had notions also, before we were married, and before thee became a member of Meeting.  I think Ruth comes honestly by certain tendencies which thee has hidden under the Friend’s dress.”

Margaret could not say no to this, and while she paused, it was evident that memory was busy with suggestions to shake her present opinions.

“Why not let Ruth try the study for a time,” suggested Eli; “there is a fair beginning of a Woman’s Medical College in the city.  Quite likely she will soon find that she needs first a more general culture, and fall, in with thy wish that she should see more of the world at some large school.”

There really seemed to be nothing else to be done, and Margaret consented at length without approving.  And it was agreed that Ruth, in order to spare her fatigue, should take lodgings with friends near the college and make a trial in the pursuit of that science to which we all owe our lives, and sometimes as by a miracle of escape.

That day Mr. Bolton brought home a stranger to dinner, Mr. Bigler of the great firm of Pennybacker, Bigler & Small, railroad contractors.  He was always bringing home somebody, who had a scheme; to build a road, or open a mine, or plant a swamp with cane to grow paper-stock, or found a hospital, or invest in a patent shad-bone separator, or start a college somewhere on the frontier, contiguous to a land speculation.