ld a church and it was our turn now. We shut them up close, believe
ME, and in six months we had our church. Of course, when the men saw
we were determined they stopped fighting and went to work, man-like, as
soon as they saw they had to, or quit bossing. Oh, women can't preach
or be elders; but they can build churches and scare up the money for
them."

"The Methodists allow women to preach," said Captain Jim.

Miss Cornelia glared at him.

"I never said the Methodists hadn't common sense, Captain. What I say
is, I doubt if they have much religion."

"I suppose you are in favor of votes for women, Miss Cornelia," said
Gilbert.

"I'm not hankering after the vote, believe ME," said Miss Cornelia
scornfully. "_I_ know what it is to clean up after the men. But some
of these days, when the men realize they've got the world into a mess
they can't get it out of, they'll be glad to give us the vote, and
shoulder their troubles over on us. That's THEIR scheme. Oh, it's
well that women are patient, believe ME!"

"What about Job?" suggested Captain Jim.

"Job! It was such a rare thing to find a patient man that when one was
really discovered they were determined he shouldn't be forgotten,"
retorted Miss Cornelia triumphantly. "Anyhow, the virtue doesn't go
with the name. There never was such an impatient man born as old Job
Taylor over harbor."

"Well, you know, he had a good deal to try him, Cornelia. Even you
can't defend his wife. I always remember what old William MacAllister
said of her at her funeral, 'There's nae doot she was a Chreestian
wumman, but she had the de'il's own temper.'"

"I suppose she WAS trying," admitted Miss Cornelia reluctantly, "but
that didn't justify what Job said when she died. He rode home from the
graveyard the day of the funeral with my father. He never said a word
till they got near home. Then he heaved a big sigh and said, 'You may
not believe it, Stephen, but this is the happiest day of my life!'
Wasn't that like a man?"

"I s'pose poor old Mrs. Job did make life kinder uneasy for him,"
reflected Captain Jim.

"Well, there's such a thing as decency, isn't there? Even if a man is
rejoicing in his heart over his wife being dead, he needn't proclaim it
to the four winds of heaven. And happy day or not, Job Taylor wasn't
long in marrying again, you might notice. His second wife could manage
him. She made him walk Spanish, believe me! The first thing she did
was to