Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Women philanthropists -- Fiction
After the real meaning of the thing dawned upon me and I began to
comprehend that I, whose golden dreams had been quietly put aside
forever, was now actually to realize those dreams, to exchange prose for
poetry, and insignificance and uselessness for tremendous power such as
I had always longed for,—when the possibilities of it all came over me
and I saw that I could now actually build all my air castles on this
earth, besides doing many other things of which I have dreamed,—it gave
me at first a thorough ague fit, followed by a burning fever which
nothing could allay until I had seen my will written, signed, and
witnessed.
Every one thought it such an odd thing for me to think of at first.
Auntie said, “Wait and take time to think it over, dear. You are
laboring under a nervous strain now; wait and rest and enjoy yourself a
little while. Go to Hollander’s and order a fine outfit. I will help you
find a French maid, for you will need one, of course; then travel after
that, if you like. Take time to make up your mind. It isn’t possible for
you to know how to spend such an enormous sum wisely without great
thought.”
I could find no rest, however, until I had put beyond a peradventure the
danger of my dying and leaving nothing done towards carrying out all the
projects which have been so dear to me.
My will is made, and though I may change it next week,—doubtless I shall
change it more than once as I get more wisdom,—I know that it is in the
main as I shall let it stand.
Mr. Kilrain’s partner and uncle Madison start at once for South America
to look after my interests, and transfer my stocks and landed property
as soon as possible into our government and railroad bonds. I cannot
bear to feel that I am employing hundreds of people whom I do not know,
and who may suffer from the extortion of villainous agents and overseers
whom I cannot control. If I could go to South America myself, and if I
understood enough of business to administer my affairs personally, I
might, perhaps, do as much good by giving employment to great numbers of
people there, and treating them in a helpful Christian fashion, as by
anything that I can do at home.
But it would take me ten years at least to learn the language and know
the people and the business merely in its outlines. My lawyers say it
would require half a dozen of the shrewdest men simply to make
investments and oversee the overseers, and I can foresee that a woman
dependent on lawyers and agents is in no wise to be envied. So I am
determined to free myself from these worries as to the details of making
money, and devote my whole energies to making this fortune, which has so
strangely fallen to me, tell for good in the future of our country.
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