I suppose you have been talking about my property. Pull the tenement
down if you like and build a model one. I’ll foot the bills. D.E.
When Michael, surprised at receiving a communication on the platform,
tore the envelope open and read, his face fairly blazed with glory.
Starr was watching him, and her heart gave a queer little throb of
pleasure at the light in his eyes. The next instant he was on his feet,
and with a whispered word to the chairman, came to the front of the
platform. His raised hand brought instant silence.
“I have good news. May I share it with you? The owner of that tenement
is in this house, and has sent me word that he will tear it down and
build a model one in its place!”
The ring in Michael’s voice, and the light on his face was equivalent
to a dozen votes of thanks. The audience rose to its feet and cheered:
“Daddy! Oh, daddy! Are you the owner?” There was astonishment, reproof,
excuse, and forgiveness all mingled in Starr’s voice.
“Come Starr,” said her father abruptly, “we’d better go home. This is a
hot noisy place and I’m tired.”
“Daddy dear! Of course you didn’t know how things were!” said Starr
sweetly. “You didn’t, did you, daddy?”
“No, I didn’t know,” said Endicott evasively, “that Michael has a great
gift of gab! Would you like to stop and have an ice somewhere,
daughter?”
“No, daddy, I’d rather go home and plan how to make over that tenement.
I don’t believe I’d enjoy an ice after what I’ve heard tonight. Why is
it some people have so much more than others to start with?”
“H’m! Deep question, child, better not trouble your brains with it,”
and Starr saw that her father, though deeply moved, did not wish to
discuss the matter.
The next day Michael called at Endicott’s office but did not find him
in, and wrote a letter out of the overwhelming joy of his heart, asking
permission to call and thank his benefactor and talk over plans. The
following day he received the curt reply:
Son:—Make your plans to suit yourself. Don’t spare expense within
reason. No thanks needed. I did it for Starr. You made a good speech.
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