Feminist fiction; Women -- Social and moral questions -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
She thought little of this, however. She merely enjoyed the rewards as
they came, and she was unfeignedly surprised when, on her way to
Washington, whither she traveled with many others, her society was
sought by those whom she had long regarded with something akin to awe.
She did not guess how her enthusiasm and fresh originality stimulated
persons of lower vitality and more timid imagination.
At Washington she had a signal triumph. The day of her speech found the
hall in which the convention was held crowded with a company including
many distinguished persons--among them, the President of the United
States. Kate had expected to suffer rather badly from stage fright, but
a sense of her opportunity gave her courage. She talked, in her direct
"Silvertree method," as Marna called it, of the ignorance of mothers,
the waste of children, the vast economic blunder which for one reason
and another even the most progressive of States had been so slow to
perceive. She said that if the commercial and agricultural interests of
the country were fostered and protected, why should not the most
valuable product of all interests, human creatures, be given at least an
equal amount of consideration. In her own way, which by a happy
instinct never included what was hackneyed, she drew a picture of the
potentialities of the child considered merely from an economic point of
view, and in impulsive words she made plain the need for a bureau, which
she suggested should be virtually a part of the governmental structure,
in which should be vested authority for the care of children,--the
Bureau of Children, she denominated it,--a scientific extension of
motherhood!
It seemed a part of the whole stirring experience that she should be
asked with several others to lunch at the White House with the President
and his wife. The President, it appeared, was profoundly interested. A
quiet man, with a judicial mind, he perceived the essential truth of
Kate's propaganda. He had, indeed, thought of something similar himself,
though he had not formulated it. He went so far as to express a desire
that this useful institution might attain realization while he was yet
in the presidential chair.
"I would like to ask you unofficially, Miss Barrington," he said at
parting, "if you are one to whom responsibility is agreeable?"
"Oh," cried Kate, taken aback, "how do I know? I am so young, Mr.
President, and so inexperienced!"
"We must all be that at some time or other," smiled the President. "But
it is in youth that the ideas come; and enthusiasm has a value which is
often as great as experience."
"Ideas are accidents, Mr. President," answered Kate. "It doesn't follow
that one can carry out a plan because she has seen a vision."
"No," admitted the President, shaking hands with her. "But you don't
look to me like a woman who would let a vision go to waste. You will
follow it up with all the power that is in you."
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