"I did not know you then as I do now and your pose of superiority
impressed me; I took you at your own valuation and overestimated you; so
I was all but crushed by your condemnation. I was like a child that is
whipped without knowing for what it is being punished."
She paused a moment before going on.
"Worse things came to me afterwards, but none from which I suffered more
keenly--in a different way, perhaps, but not more acutely. The wounds
you inflicted that night left scars that never have healed entirely.
"The turning-point in my life came when 'Mormon Joe' was murdered. He
was more than a guardian and a benefactor--he had been father, mother,
teacher, to me, but with no other grounds than that I benefited by his
death, the stigma of murder was placed upon me. There was not evidence
to hold me, so I remained a suspect, proven neither guilty nor innocent.
"The murder was little more than an agreeable break in the monotony to
most of you, but it revolutionized the world for me--changed the whole
scheme of my life--and," with a smile that was tinged with bitterness,
"demonstrated to my entire satisfaction the extent to which character is
affected by environment."
She went on thoughtfully:
"I have come to believe that to know human nature--at least to know it
as its worst--one must be the victim of some discreditable misfortune in
a small community. Moral cowardice, ingratitude, the greed which is
ready to take advantage of some one unable to make an effective protest,
the gratuitous insults offered the 'under dog' because he is helpless
to fight back--he discovers it all, and when all is done he has little
faith in human nature left.
"This experience I had at your hands, to the last ounce. I know the
'friendship' that couldn't 'stand the gaff' of public opinion, the
ingratitude that makes no count of personal sacrifice, the rapacity that
takes it to the border of dishonesty to attain its end. Yet, curiously
enough, after the lapse of years these things shrink into comparative
insignificance beside the uncalled for insolence, unwarranted affronts,
which were offered me by many of you with whom I had not even a speaking
acquaintance.
"My friendlessness aroused no pity in your hearts; I was only an
unresisting target at which to throw a convenient stone. For years I
stood out in the open, as it were, with the storms to whip the life out
of me, and not one of you offered me a cloak.
"Upon any nature this experience would have had its effect--most women,
I think, it would have crushed. In me it developed traits that in other
circumstances might always have lain dormant. Along with a pride that
was tremendous, it aroused a desire for revenge that was savage in its
ferocity. I've lived for some such hour as this--worked, and sacrificed
my happiness for it.
"If it could have been of my own planning I could not have conceived of
a more gratifying situation than this.
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