Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Women philanthropists -- Fiction
“In still another room, perhaps, some one will be reading the newspapers
aloud to a score of men who are enjoying their pipes.
“All the rooms will be filled with men, women, and children, from nine
o’clock in the morning until ten at night; one set coming as another
goes; and each having one hour at least, in the day of rest, which shall
open to him a little larger outlook on life, and shall give him
something to look forward to through the six days of drudgery.
“Of course all this will require a system and a plan; but I shall have
as few officials and as few restraints as possible. A neat, white-capped
woman, with her badge of authority, will, I think, be quite as efficient
as a big policeman; for any unseemly behavior will result in the
immediate surrender of the numbered metal check which will serve as a
card of entrance; and when admission is recognized as a privilege it
will be coveted.
“No one will stay away because he is too shabby to come, and no one will
be made to feel that he has no right or share in it all; but every week
twenty-five thousand men, women, and children shall have one or two
hours of peace and happiness offered them, just because,—think of it,
Ruby,—just because I did not build the House Beautiful for myself.”
CHAPTER XVII.
“And whether we shall meet again I know not,
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.”
JULIUS CÆSAR.
The days sped away all too fast, crowded full of work and talk and
earnest thought. I entered eagerly into all of Mildred’s plans; she
always knew that she could rely on me to do that, in spite of the
protestations and objections with which I generally greeted the first
announcement of each new scheme. I think she rather liked my objecting,
as it gave her so fine an opportunity to state her case clearly and
triumph over all obstacles.
“Do be charitable and indulge my garrulous propensities a little,” she
would laughingly plead. “You may congratulate yourself that I was not
born a man,—such a stump orator as I should have made, with all my
hobbies!”
In spite of her gayety and happiness, however, I could see that the
strain of attending to multitudes of things was beginning to tell, even
on her apparently boundless strength. The day before the last she was
with her lawyers, signing last papers, seeing that nothing was
neglected, no one forgotten. In the evening there was a farewell
reception for hosts of friends, at which all good-byes were said.
“I want no one but you to see me sail, Ruby dear,” she said; and so the
hour of her departure was not announced. They had planned, first of all,
a sailing voyage to the West Indies, and thence they were to go to
Spain.
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