Mary Ware's Promised LandJohnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
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Mary Ware's Promised Land
Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"I was as astonished as if a fluffy little
kitten had opened its mouth, and instead of
gently mewing, had roared out, 'Cry havoc and
let slip the dogs of war!' Luckily she was so
busy sorting the papers and stuffing them back
into pigeon-holes that she didn't see my face,
or she couldn't have gone on in such a matter
of course way to explain what she wanted me to
do. She said I must become so thoroughly
familiar with the situation that I could answer
most of the letters that come to her, without
her dictation, and in order to do that she'd
have to take me over the ground that she had
been over, and let me see for myself just what
had aroused her to undertake the work she was
engaged in. That just as soon as she could give
the cook her daily orders we'd start right out.
"While she put on her hat and little face veil,
she explained that she had become interested in
the first place while taking flowers to a
crippled child in the tenement district. Seeing
how absorbed she seemed in getting her hat and
veil on 'just so,' I couldn't help thinking
that she must have taken up her charities as so
many society women do, who are impulsive and
kind-hearted, just as a fad to help occupy
their leisure hours. But it wasn't long before
I found how mistaken I was in my judgment of
her.
"We took a street-car, and on the way she
explained that she was going to show me what
might be seen in almost any town of its size
in the United States, and in many of its
villages. We stopped on a shady street corner
and passed a row of houses on a respectable
looking street. She told me that she had grown
up in Riverville and had walked up and down
that street nearly every day of her life, and
that she never knew till last year that those
respectable fronts of houses opened on to
interiors and into back yards that were a
disgrace to any civilization. The other
property owners on that block were perfectly
horrified when she published a description of
it, with photographs of the worst spots. It
stirred up a great deal of talk and
indignation, but nobody did anything to make it
better, and soon the interest died out and
people forgot.
"I wish you could have seen her face when she
told me that and when she said, '_But I made up
my mind that I would change conditions if I had
to fight a lifetime and fight single-handed,
and I'll fight to the death!_'
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