Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Women philanthropists -- Fiction
“Perhaps this scheme as I have outlined it may seem to you somewhat
utopian; but you will remember that what I have said is simply
suggestion. The methods I leave entirely to your own excellent judgment.
But whatever these may be, they will be watched with keen interest by
other cities to whom I shall make the same proposition that I have made
to you, provided that the results of your efforts shall justify my
action in this matter.
“The little plan which I propose is
ABSOLUTELY FLEXIBLE.
One person or one circle may work in one way and one in another, each
according to his own tastes and opportunities. While any one of leisure
may belong to all four sections, no one need feel excluded from joining
in the general good work in some way, if he have but a dollar a year to
contribute, or but an hour a week for study or work.
“May I not hope that the life and youth and moral power of Chicago will
join hand in hand in making this vast city great, not only in dimensions
and numbers and wealth, but great in that kind of greatness which alone
shall exalt a nation and give it memory. For
‘The envious Powers of ill nor wink nor sleep:—
Be therefore timely wise,
Nor laugh when this one steals and that one lies,
As if your luck could cheat those sleepless spies,
Till the deaf Fury comes your house to sweep.’”
As Miss Brewster stood a moment with silently bowed head and then sank
into her chair there was a hush. Every one had been thrilled by the
clear, quiet, intense tones of her voice, and there was an instinctive
refrain from applause which marked the deep feeling which her words had
created.
Dr. T—— rose to speak, but at this juncture the writer, whose office had
been discovered, was politely requested by an usher to withdraw. It was
subsequently learned, however, that a committee consisting of seven
ladies and eighteen gentlemen was elected from those present, and they
are to meet next week for selection of a superintendent, and to
establish their organization.
CHAPTER XIII.
After leaving Chicago in June, we passed a wonderful fortnight among the
glories of the Yellowstone Park. Here Mildred seemed to throw off all
care, and to breathe freely for the first time in six months.
After leaving the Park, some of our party were called back to the East,
but aunt, cousin Will, and Alice still accompanied us.
On touching the Northern Pacific Railroad again our car was attached to
a train filled for the most part with immigrants.
At the stations where stops were made we always alighted to take a
little exercise in walking up and down the platform, and to chat with
the Indians and half-breeds, who greatly interested Mildred.
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