Christmas at Sagamore Hill with Theodore Roosevelt — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Christmas at Sagamore Hill with Theodore Roosevelt
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“Undoubtedly the locusts will descend as they usually do on a new man in
office. Favors, always favors, and if they can get in a word before the
other fellow they have the urge to speak it. And only one answer I can
give them now, no matter how righteous their plea. When that is no
longer timely I’ll have to depend on the grace of God to give me wisdom
but fortunately there will be other people between me and so much
importunity.” He got to his feet looking aghast. “Don’t tell me that’s
somebody else! I hear a horse and wheels.”
“It may be Davis. Sometimes he borrows a horse to go to his preaching
service. You assured him it was all right.” She folded her work and
stood too, listening. “No, they are stopping outside, whoever it may be.
I’ll go up now, Theodore. No one wants to see me at this time of night.”
The wheels outside were silent and though it was too dark and lowering
to see anything, Theodore heard two persons mounting the front steps,
moving very lightly. He went to the front door carrying a lamp with him,
and held it high to study the faces of his visitors. One was a gaunt,
middle-aged woman in a thin coat, her head tied up in a wool scarf, the
other a lank boy about fifteen who clawed off his hat and ducked his
head in embarrassment.
“Evening, sir,” said the woman, bobbing stiffly. Her ungloved hands were
blue with cold, and her lips were blue and bitten. “I’m Dorsie Witten
come from away up in Oneida. I’ve come a long way to see you, sir. Part
of the ways by train and the rest with this hired rig. I sold two good
cows to fetch the money to come to see you when you got elected governor
and I hope you’ll listen patient to a heart-broke mother’s story.”
“Come in! Come in out of the cold.” Theodore held the door wide, the raw
wind flaring the lamp. When they were inside he said, “Any woman who has
come so far deserves to be heard though I can’t promise I can do
anything for you. I’m not even governor of New York yet, you know.”
“Well, you will be, sir. Clint here said I should wait till you come to
Albany that wasn’t so fur for us to travel, but I said there’d be so
many bigwigs crowding in to see you then I’d never even get let in much
less get a chance to talk to you.”
“I hope no one will be turned away who really needs to see me, madam,
but the governor of a big state like New York is a mighty busy man as
you can understand,” he said. “Please sit down here by the fire and tell
me your business and make it brief if you don’t mind, for with five
children and the Christmas holiday I’ve had a long day.”