Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Women philanthropists -- Fiction
“I asked General Lawrence pretty pointedly,” continued Mildred, “if, so
long as a fair education could be had in our schools without cost, he
felt justified in taking other people’s money to give his children
accomplishments.”
“And pray what did he say to that?” I inquired.
“Why, nothing,” answered Mildred. “He looked absolutely dazed, as if it
were a totally new idea. In fact, I do not think that it had occurred to
him that children could be brought up respectably without knowing French
and dancing.
“I wanted to tell him,” said Mildred, “that I counted the best part of
my education to be the years that I spent studying geography and
arithmetic with both boys and girls, with white and black, with rich and
poor, with Protestants, Catholics, and Jews, in a public school, where
success was gauged by individual merit alone, and where we little bigots
and partisans learned to be tolerant and respectful toward one another.
One of the most salutary things I ever learned was that the son of a
ragpicker, in my class, was a better mathematician than I, and that a
mulatto girl across the aisle usually outranked me.
“I told General Lawrence it was my firm conviction that his children
would be far more benefited by a few years’ study of ordinary English
branches with ordinary children than by anything else he could do for
them educationally, for I feared that they were growing up to know only
one side of life and only one class of people, and their knowledge and
sympathies would be narrow. He nodded assent, and I went on.
“My third condition was, that he and his wife should sign a paper
promising for the next three years to allow no debts to any one but me,
or some agent authorized by me, to run beyond a month’s time. Any
failure to meet such debts promptly must be immediately reported to me
for settlement, for which I should take a mortgage on his furniture and
personal effects.
“I told him that my intention was not merely to help his immediate and
pressing need, but to entirely free him from debt. Nevertheless, I was
unwilling to undertake this, unless he were ready to rigidly insist upon
living within his income, thus teaching his children some lessons of
self-sacrifice and thrift. I told him plainly that I was sure a little
different management would reduce his doctor’s bills, for I had reason
to think that his children’s constant ailing was due to the foolish way
in which they had been indulged. He looked amazed and annoyed at this,
and begged me to specify.
“I replied, ‘Mrs. Lawrence herself told me of three parties which her
eight-year-old Gladys attended within a single week, and she afterwards
remarked incidentally that the child had a tendency to insomnia and
dyspepsia and was taking medicine all the time. Moreover, your older
daughter privately informed me that she had begun a diet of vinegar and
slate-pencils to reduce her plumpness.
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