Pray You, Sir, Whose Daughter?Gardener, Helen H. (Helen Hamilton)
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Pray You, Sir, Whose Daughter?
Gardener, Helen H. (Helen Hamilton)
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Once outside the garden, Avery drew from his pocket the little pamphlet
which his club friend had given him, and ran his finger down the list.
"King, member the--ah, ha! one end of his ward joins mine! 'M-m-m; yes,
I see. He is one of the butchers. I suspected as much. Let me see; yes,
he votes my ticket, too. If I'm elected we'll be comrades-in-arms, so to
speak I suppose I ought to have told him who I was; but if I'm elected
he'll find out soon enough, and if I'm beaten--well, I can't say that
I'm anxious to extend the acquaintance." He replaced the book in his
pocket as the guard called out, 'Thirty-Fourth Street! 'strain for
Arlem!' and left the train, musing as he strolled along. "Yes, Gertrude
was quite right--quite. We fortunate ones have no right to allow all
this sort of thing to go on. We have no right to leave it entirely to
such men as that to make the laws. I don't care if the fellows up at the
club do guy me. Gertrude--" He drew from his breast-pocket a little
note, and read it for the tenth time.
"I am so gratified to hear that you have accepted the nomination," it
said. "You have the time, and mental and moral equipment to give to
the work Were I a man, I should not sleep o' nights until some way
was devised to prevent all the terrible poverty and ignorance and
brutishness we were talking about the other day. I went to see that
Spillini family again. I was afraid to go alone, so I took with me two
girls who are in a sewing class, which is, just now a fad at our Church
Guild. I thought their experience with poverty would enable them to
think of a way to get at this case; but it did not. They appeared to
think it was all right It seems to me that ignorance and poverty leave
no room for thought, or even for much feeling. It hurt me like a knife
to have those girls laugh over it after we came out; at least, one of
them laughed, and the other seemed scornful, It is not fair to expect
more of them, I know, for we expect so little of ourselves. It is
thinking of all this that makes me write to tell you how glad I am that
you are to represent your district in Albany. Such men are needed, for
I know you will work for the poor with the skill of a trained intellect
and a sympathetic heart. I am so glad. Sincerely your friend, Gertrude
Foster."
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