Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Women philanthropists -- Fiction
It was ascertained yesterday from the waiters that the great parlors of
the hotel had been engaged by Miss Brewster for a large reception to
some of our most eminent citizens, chiefly in the clerical walks of
life. So a reporter in a ministerial rig presented himself, was
admitted, and taking refuge in a camp-chair at the rear of perhaps two
hundred and fifty ladies and gentlemen, had a fair opportunity to report
proceedings.
He soon discovered that the reception was nothing more than a business
meeting convened for the purpose of listening to some address or
discussion, the guests being seated facing a slightly raised platform.
The assemblage seemed to be chiefly composed of gentlemen, and every
profession and sect was represented by some of its most eminent members.
At precisely eight o’clock Miss Brewster, conducted by Rev. Dr. T——,
entered at a side door. They proceeded to the platform and took seats in
two velvet armchairs which were placed in readiness.
Miss Brewster was simply dressed in white, with a corsage bouquet of
yellow roses and a yellow rose in her dark hair.
As Dr. T—— rose to speak, the chatter ceased, and he said:
“_Ladies and Gentlemen_:
“Each one of you present has received a note of invitation requesting
your presence here this evening for the consideration of a plan which
shall be of benefit to our city. This plan, as it will be unfolded to
you
BY ITS ORIGINATOR,
will, I think, command your heartiest sympathy and coöperation. I
consider it a peculiar privilege to present to you this evening one
whose noble father was my valued friend, and who in her earliest years
was well known to me; and now that she returns to what was for a few
months the home of her childhood, it is with great pleasure that at
her request I have summoned here to-night so many representatives of
the thought and the moral force of this great city to listen to what
she has to propose, and in return to give her the benefit of their
united wisdom.
“I have the honor to present to you Miss Mildred Brewster of Boston.”
Every eye was fixed in admiration on the slender, girlish form that had
something queenly in its bearing, and there was a rustle of expectancy
as Dr. T—— ceased and Miss Brewster rose to speak.
There was a slight tremor in her voice as with deepening color and
drooping eyes she uttered her first words.
“Good friends,” she said, “I have asked you here to-night for a specific
purpose.
“In the providence of God there has been placed in my hands within the
last few months the means to do much that for years I have felt ought to
be done, but have been powerless to do. And fearing lest my stewardship
be short, and I be called to give account and return with empty hands
and no fruit garnered, I have dared not delay, no, not for a day, except
to more seriously and wisely prepare for my task.”
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