The Forged Note: A Romance of the Darker RacesMicheaux, Oscar
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The Forged Note: A Romance of the Darker Races
Micheaux, Oscar
African Americans -- Fiction
"Have you not found ignorance a great stumbling block?" she inquired.
"The greatest, in a measure, I think. To be ignorant means, that they
will be easily discouraged, when they discover the obstacles."
"When do you intend beginning the campaign?"
"Sunday. I have prepared a speech to that end for that day, but, of
course, I would have to concentrate a greater effort before it can be
started with any effect. I have, however, prepared an article, rather,
several articles, and which the newspapers, the white dailies, have
agreed to publish conspicuously. But before we can expect much from the
white people, we will ourselves have to show greater activity. That is
where the hard part comes. It is hard to arouse the local leaders to any
appreciation of such a thing. There is so much surface interest, and so
little heart enthusiasm. So many will say a lot of sweet things that
mean nothing, not even an effort to be serious. But I shall open the
campaign Sunday, and I was thinking of asking your assistance in singing
and playing."
"Oh, I'd be only too glad to help in any way I know how, but that is so
little," she said bashfully.
"We will start only in a small way. I have thought it best to begin with
my congregation. I have been to them all, and have already secured
liberal subscriptions, all of whom paid a part of it in cash. This I
will employ as a means of stimulating others. So Sunday, at three P.M.,
I will lecture on it and ask subscriptions, detailing first those who
have already subscribed."
* * * * *
"What is my balance, please," inquired Mildred the next afternoon, at
the window of the paying teller.
"One hundred fifty," said the cashier, who looked surprised.
"I wish to withdraw it. And you may make it into a draft, payable to the
colored Y.M.C.A."
His mouth opened slightly. He regarded her with a different look, and
then did as she instructed.
* * * * *
A fairly good crowd greeted Wilson Jacobs, when he got up to speak on
the proposed campaign for a colored Y.M.C.A. To cheer the listeners, he
asked Miss Latham to play and sing the song she had practiced, and which
was new to the congregation. She did so, with all the art of which she
was capable, and was pleased, when she turned to face the audience, that
she had given both pleasure and satisfaction. Her eyes wandered over
them for a moment, and then rested upon someone she had seen before.
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