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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: A Philanthropist + +Author: Josephine Daskam + +Release Date: November 6, 2007 [EBook #23366] +Last Updated: March 8, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A PHILANTHROPIST *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + A PHILANTHROPIST + </h1> + <h2> + By Josephine Daskam <br /> <br /> Copyright, 1903, by Charles Scribner's + Sons + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + “I suspected him from the first,” said Miss Gould, with some irritation, + to her lodger. She spoke with irritation because of the amused smile of + the lodger. He bowed with the grace that characterized all his lazy + movements. + </p> + <p> + “He looked very much like that Tom Waters that I had at the Reformed + Drunkards' League last year. I even thought he was Tom—” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know Tom?” hazarded the lodger. + </p> + <p> + “No. I don't know whether I ever mentioned him to you. He came twice to + the League, and we were really quite hopeful about him, and the third time + he asked to have the meeting at his house. We thought it a great sign—the + best of signs, in fact. So as a great favor we went there instead of + meeting at the Rooms. I was a little late—I lost the way—and + when I got there I heard a great noise as if they were singing different + songs at the same time. I hurried in to lead them—they get so mixed + in the singing—and—it makes me blush now to think of it!—the + wretch had invited them all early, and—and they were all + intoxicated! + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry I told you,” she added with dignity; for the lodger, in an + endeavor to smile sympathetically, had lost his way and was convulsed with + a mirth entirely unregretful. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, not at all,” he murmured politely. “It is a delightful story. + I would not have missed it—a choir of reformed drunkards! But do you + not, my dear Miss Gould, perceive in these little setbacks a warning + against further attempts? Do you still attend the League? It is not + possible!” + </p> + <p> + “Possible?” echoed his visitor; for owing to certain recent and untoward + circumstances, Miss Gould was half reclining in her lodger's great Indian + chair, sipping a glass of his '49 port. “Indeed I do! They had every one + of them to be reformed all over again! It was most disgraceful!” + </p> + <p> + Her lodger checked a rising smile, and leaned solicitously toward her, + regarding her firm, fine-featured face with flattering attention. + </p> + <p> + “Are you growing stronger? Can I bring you anything?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + Miss Gould's color rose, half with anger at her weakness of body, half + with a vexed consciousness of his amusement. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, no,” she returned coldly, “I am ashamed to have been so + weak-minded. I must go now and tell Henry to pile the wood again in the + east corner. There will probably come another tramp very soon—they + are very prevalent this month, I hear.” + </p> + <p> + Her lodger left his low wicker seat—a proof of enormous excitement—and + frowned at her. + </p> + <p> + “Do you seriously mean, Miss Gould, that you are going to run the risk of + another such—such catastrophe? It is absurd. I cannot believe it of + you! Is there no other way—” + </p> + <p> + But he had been standing a long while, it occurred to him, and he retired + to the chair again. A splinter of wood on his immaculate white flannel + coat caught his eye, and a slow smile spread over his handsome, lazy face. + It grew and grew until at last a distinct chuckle penetrated to the dusky + corner where the Indian chair leaned back against dull Oriental draperies. + Its occupant attempted to rise, her face stern, her mouth unrelenting. He + was at her side instantly. + </p> + <p> + “Take my arm—and pardon me!” he said with an irresistible grace. “It + is only my fear for your comfort, you know, Miss Gould. I cannot bear that + you should be at the mercy of every drunken fellow that wishes to impose + on you!” + </p> + <p> + As she crossed the hall that separated her territory from his, her fine, + full figure erect, her dark head high in the air, a whimsical regret came + over him that they were not younger and more foolish. + </p> + <p> + “I should certainly marry her to reform her,” he said to the birch log + that spluttered on his inimitable colonial fire-dogs. And then, as the + remembrance of the events of the morning came to him, he laughed again. + </p> + <p> + He had been disturbed at his leisurely coffee and roll by a rapid and + ceaseless pounding, followed by a violent rattling, and varied by stifled + cries apparently from the woodshed. The din seemed to come from the lower + part of the house, and after one or two futile appeals to the man who + served as valet, cook, and butler in his bachelor establishment, he + decided that he was alone in his half of the house, and that the noise + came from Miss Gould's side. He strolled down the beautiful winding + staircase, and dragged his crimson dressing-gown to the top of the cellar + stairs, the uproar growing momentarily more terrific. Half-way down the + whitewashed steps he paused, viewing the remarkable scene below him with + interest and amazement. The cemented floor was literally covered with + neatly chopped kindling-wood, which rose as in a tide under the efforts of + a large red-faced man who, with the regularity of a machine, stooped, + grasped a billet in either hand, shook them in the face of Miss Gould, who + cowered upon a soap-box at his side, and flung them on the floor. From the + woodhouse near the cellar muffled shouts were heard through a storm of + blows on the door. From the rattling of this door, and the fact that the + red-faced man aimed every third stick at it, the observer might readily + conclude that some one desirous of leaving the woodhouse was locked within + it. + </p> + <p> + For a moment the spectator on the stairs stood stunned. The noise was + deafening; the appearance of the man, whose expression was one of settled + rage but whose actions were of the coldest regularity, was most + bewildering, partially obscured as it was by the flying billets of wood; + the mechanical attempts of Miss Gould to rise from the soap-box, + invariably checked by a fierce brandishing of the stick just taken from + the lessening pile, were at once startling and fascinating, inasmuch as + she was methodically waved back just as her knees had unbent for the + trial, and as methodically essayed her escape again, alternately rising + with dignity and sinking back in terror. + </p> + <p> + The red dressing-gown advanced a step, and met her gaze. Dignity and + terror shifted to relief. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Welles!” she gasped. Her lodger girded up his <i>robe de chambre</i> + with its red silk cord and advanced with decision through the chaos of + birch and hickory. A struggle, sharp but brief, and he turned to find Miss + Gould offering a coil of clothes-rope with which to bind the conquered, + whom conflict had sobered, for he made no resistance. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by such idiotic actions?” the squire of dames demanded, + as he freed the maddened Henry from his durance vile in the woodhouse and + confronted the red-faced man, who had not uttered a word. + </p> + <p> + He cast a baffled glance at Miss Gould and a triumphant smile at Henry + before replying. Then, disdaining the lady's righteous indignation and the + hired man's threatening gestures, he faced the gentleman in the scarlet + robe and spoke as man to man. + </p> + <p> + “Gov'nor,” he said with somewhat thickened speech, “I come here an' I + asked for a meal. An' she tol' me would I work fer it? An' I said yes. An' + she come into this ol' vault of a suller, an' she pointed to that ol' heap + o' wood, an' she tol' me ter move it over ter that corner. An' I done so + fer half an hour. An' I says to that blitherin' fool over there, who was + workin' in that ol' wood-house, what the devil did she care w'ich corner + the darned stuff was in? An' he says that she didn't care a hang, but that + she'd tell the next man that come along to move it back to where I got it + from; he said 'twas a matter er principle with her not to give a man a + bite fer nothin'! So I shut him in his ol' house, an' w'en she come down I + gave her a piece of my mind. I don't mind a little work, mister, but when + it come to shufflin' kind-lin's round in this ol' tomb fer half an hour + an' makin' a fool o' myself fer nothin', I got my back up. My time ain't + so vallyble to me as 'tis to some, gov'nor, but it's worth a damn sight + more'n that!” + </p> + <p> + Miss Gould's lodger shuddered as he remembered the quarter he had + surreptitiously bestowed upon the man, and the withering scorn that would + be his portion were the weakness known. He smiled as he recalled the scene + in the cellar when he had helped Miss Gould up the stairs and returned to + soothe Henry, who regretted that he had left one timber of the woodhouse + upon another. + </p> + <p> + “Though I'm bound to say, Mr. Welles, that I see how he felt. I've often + felt like a fool explainin' how they was to move that wood back an' forth. + It does seem strange that Miss Gould has to do it that way. Give 'em + some-thin' an' let 'em go, I say!” + </p> + <p> + It was precisely his own view—but how fundamentally immoral the + position was he knew so well! He recalled Miss Gould's lectures on the + subject, miracles of eloquence and irrefutably correct in deductions that + interested him not nearly so much as the lecturer. + </p> + <p> + “So firm, so positive, so wholesome!” he would murmur to himself in tacit + apology for the instructive hours spent before their common ground, the + great fireplace in the central hall. He never sat there without + remembering their first interview: her resentment at an absolutely + inexcusable intrusion slowly melting before his exquisite appreciation of + every line and corner of the old colonial homestead; her reserve waning at + every touch of his irresistible courtesy, till, to her own open amazement, + she rose to conduct this connoisseur in antiquities through the rooms + whose delights he had perfectly foreseen, he assured her, from the + modelling of the front porch; her utter and instantaneous refusal to + consider for a second his proposal to lodge a stranger in half of her + father's house; and the naïve and conscientious struggle with her + principles when, with a logic none the less forcible because it was so + gracefully developed, he convinced her that her plain duty lay along the + lines of his choice. + </p> + <p> + For as a philanthropist what could she do? Here were placed in her hands + means she could not in conscience overlook. Rapidly translating his + dollars into converts, he juggled them before her dazzled eyes; he even + hinted delicately at Duty, with that exact conception of the requirements + of the stern daughter felt by none so keenly as those who systematically + avoid her. + </p> + <p> + His good genius prompted him to refer casually to soup-kitchens. Now + soup-kitchens were the delight of Miss Gould's heart; toward the + establishment of a soup-kitchen she had looked since the day when her + father's death had left her the double legacy of his worldly goods and his + unworldly philanthropy. + </p> + <p> + Visions of dozens of Bacchic revellers, riotous no more, but seated + temperately each before his steaming bowl, rose to her delighted eyes; she + saw in fancy the daughters and nieces of the reformed in smiles and white + aprons ladling the nutritious and attractive compound, earning thus an + honest wage; she saw a neatly balanced account-book and a triumphant + report; she saw herself the respected and deprecatory idol of a millennial + village. She wavered, hesitated, and was lost. + </p> + <p> + That very evening saw the establishment of a second ménage in the north + side of the house, and though a swift regret chilled her manner for weeks, + she found herself little by little growing interested in her lodger, and + conscious of an increasing desire to benefit him, an irritated longing to + influence him for good, to turn him from the butterfly whims of a + pretended invalid to an appreciation of the responsibilities of life. + </p> + <p> + For in all her well-ordered forty years Miss Gould had never seen so + indolent, so capricious, so irresponsible a person. That a man of easy + means, fine education, sufficient health, and gray hair should have + nothing better to do than collect willow-ware and fire-irons, read the + magazines, play the piano, and stroll about in the sun seemed to her + nothing less than horrible. + </p> + <p> + Each day that added some new treasure to his perfectly arranged rooms, and + in consequence some new song to his seductive repertoire, left a new sting + in her soul. She had been influencing somebody or something all her life. + She had been educating and directing and benefiting till she was forced to + be grateful to that providential generosity that caused new wickedness and + ignorance to spring constantly from this very soil she had cleared; for if + one reform had been sufficient she would long since have been obliged to + leave the little village for larger fields. She had ministered to the + starved mind as to the stunted body; the idle and dissolute quaked before + her. And yet here in her own household, across her hall, lived the epitome + of uselessness, indolence, selfishness, and—she was forced to admit + it—charm. What corresponded to a sense of humor in her caught at the + discrepancy and worried over it. + </p> + <p> + What! was she not competent, then, to influence her equals? For in + everything but moral stamina she was forced to admit that her lodger was + her equal, if no more. Widely travelled, well read, well born, talented, + handsome, deferential—but persistently amused at her, irrevocably + indolent, hopelessly selfish. + </p> + <p> + With the firm intention of turning the occasions to his benefit, she had + finally accepted his regular and courteous invitation to take tea with + him, and had watched his graceful management of samovar and tea-cup with + open disfavor. “A habit picked up in England,” he had assured her, when, + with the frankness characteristic of her, she had criticised him for the + effeminacy. And his smiling explanation had sent a sudden flush across her + smooth, firm cheeks. Was she provincial? Did she seem to him a New England + villager and nothing more? She bit her lip, and the appeal she had planned + went unspoken that day. + </p> + <p> + But her desire could not rest, and as to her strict notions the continual + visits from her side to his seemed unsuitable, she gave in self-defence + her own invitation, and Wednesday and Saturday afternoons saw her lodger + across the hall drinking her own tea with wine and plum-cake by the + shining kettle. + </p> + <p> + If she could command his admiration in no other way, she felt, she might + safely rely on his deferential respect for the owner of that pewter + tea-service—velvety, shimmering, glistening dully, with shapes that + vaguely recalled Greek lamps and Etruscan urns. And she piled wedges of + ambrosial plum-cake with yellow frosting on sprigged china, and set out + wine in her great-grandfather's long-necked decanter, and, with what she + considered a gracious tact, overlooked the flippancy of her guest's + desultory conversation, and sincerely tried to discover the humorous + quality in her conversation that forced a subdued chuckle now and then + from her listener. + </p> + <p> + She confided most of her schemes to him, sometimes unconsciously, and grew + to depend more than she knew upon his common sense and experience; for, + though openly cynical of her works, he would give her what she often + realized to be the best of practical advice, and his amusing generalities, + though to her mind insults to humanity, had been so bitterly proved true + that she looked fearfully to see his lightest adverse prophecy fulfilled. + </p> + <p> + After a cautious introduction of the subject by asking his advice as to + the minimum of hours in the week one could conscientiously allow a + doubtful member of the Weekly Culture Club to spend upon Browning, she + endeavored to get his idea of that poet. Her famous theory as to her + ability to place any one satisfactorily in the scale of culture according + to his degree of appreciation of “Rabbi ben Ezra” was unfortunately known + to her lodger before she could with any verisimilitude produce the book, + and he was wary of committing himself. The exquisite effrontery with which + she finally brought out her gray-green volume was only equalled by the + forbearing courtesy with which he welcomed both it and her. Nor did he + offer any other comment on her opening the book at a well-worn page than + an apologetic removal to the only chair in the room more comfortable than + the one he was at the time occupying. He listened in silence to her + intelligent if somewhat sonorous rendering of selected portions of “Saul,” + thanking her politely at the close, and only stipulating that he should be + allowed to return the favor by a reading from one of his own favorite + poets. With a shocked remembrance of certain yellow-covered volumes she + had often cleared away from the piazza, Miss Gould inquired if the poet in + question were English. On his hearty affirmative she resigned herself with + no little interest to the opportunity of seeing her way more clearly into + this baffling mind, horrified at his criticism of the second reading—for + she had brought the “Rabbi” forward at last, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Then welcome each rebuff + That turns earth's smoothness rough, + Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!” + </pre> + <p> + she had intoned; and, fixing her eye sternly on the butterfly in white + flannels, she had asked him with a telling emphasis what that meant to + him? With the sweetest smile in the world, he had leaned forward, sipped + his tea, gazed thoughtfully in the fire, and answered, with a polite + apology for the homeliness of the illustration, that it reminded him most + strongly of a tack fixed in the seat of a chair, with the attendant + circumstances! After a convulsive effort to include in one terrible + sentence all the scorn and regret and pity that she felt, Miss Gould had + decided that silence was best, and sat back wondering why she suffered him + one instant in her parlor. He took from the floor beside him at this point + a neat red volume, and, murmuring something about his inability to do the + poet justice, he began to read. For one, two, four minutes Miss Gould sat + staring; then she interrupted him coldly: + </p> + <p> + “And who is the author of that doggerel, Mr. Welles?” + </p> + <p> + “Edward Lear, dear Miss Gould—and a great man, too.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I might have been spared—” she began with such genuine + anger that any but her lodger would have quailed. He, however, merely + smiled. + </p> + <p> + “But the subtlety of it—the immensity of the conception—the + power of characterization!” he cried. “Just see how quietly this is + treated.” + </p> + <p> + And to her amazement she let him go on; so that a chance visitor, entering + unannounced, might have been treated to the delicious spectacle of a + charming middle-aged gentleman in white flannels reading, near a birch + fire and a priceless pewter tea-service, to a handsome middle-aged woman + in black silk, the following pregnant lines: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “There was an old person of Bow, + Whom nobody happened to know, + So they gave him some soap, + And said coldly, 'We hope + You will go back directly to Bow!' +</pre> + <p> + And the illustration is worthy of the text,” he added enthusiastically, as + he passed the volume to her. + </p> + <p> + She had no sense of humor, but she had a sense of justice, and it occurred + to her that after all an agreement was an agreement. If to listen to + insinuating inanities was the price of his attention, she would pay it. + She had borne more than this in order to do good. + </p> + <p> + So the readings continued, a source of unmixed delight to her lodger and a + great spiritual discipline to herself. + </p> + <p> + As the days grew milder their intimacy, profiting by the winter seclusion, + led him to accompany her on her various errands. She was at first + unwilling to accept his escort—it too clearly resembled a tacit + consent to his idleness. But his quiet persistence, together with his + evident cynicism as to the results of these professional tours, + accomplished, as usual, his end; and the wondering village might observe + on hot June mornings its benefactress, languidly accompanied by a slender + man in white flannels, balancing a large white green-lined umbrella, + picking his way daintily along the dusty paths, with a covered basket + dangling from one hand and a gray-green volume distending one white + pocket. + </p> + <p> + There was material, too, for the interested observer in the picture of + Miss Gould distributing reading matter, fruit, and lectures on household + economy in the cottages of the mill-hands, while her lodger pitched + pennies with the delighted children outside. It was on one of these + occasions that Miss Gould took the opportunity to address Mr. Thomas + Waters, late of the paper and cardboard manufacturing force, on the + wickedness and folly of his present course of action. Mr. Waters had left + his position on the strength of his wife's financial success. Mrs. Waters + was a laundress, and the summer boarders, together with Mr. Welles, who + alone went far toward establishing the fortunes of the family, had + combined to place the head of the house in his present condition of + elegant leisure. “I wonder at you, Tom Waters, after all the interest + we've taken in you \ Are you not horribly ashamed to depend on your wife + in this lazy way?” Miss Gould demanded of the once member of the Reformed + Drunkards' League. “How many times have I explained to you that nothing—absolutely + nothing—is so disgraceful as a man who will not work? What were you + placed in the world for? How do you justify your existence?” + </p> + <p> + “How,” replied her unabashed audience, with a wave of his pipe toward the + front yard, where Mr. Welles was amiably superintending a wrestling match, + “does he justify hisn?” + </p> + <p> + Had Miss Gould been less consistent and less in earnest, there were many + replies open to her. As it was, she colored violently, bit her lip, made + an inaudible remark, and with a bitter glance at the author of her + confusion, now cheering on to the conflict the scrambling Waters children, + she called their mother to account for their presence in the yard at this + time on a school-day, and for the first time in her life left the house + without exacting a solemn promise of amendment from the head of the + family. + </p> + <p> + “I guess I fixed her that time!” Mr. Waters remarked triumphantly, as he + summoned his second pair of twins from the yard and demanded of them if + the gentleman had given them nickels or dimes. + </p> + <p> + The gentleman in question became uncomfortably conscious, in the course of + their walk home, of an atmosphere not wholly novel, that lost no strength + in this case from its studied repression. That afternoon, as they sat in + the shade of the big elm, he in his flexible wicker chair, she in a + straight-backed, high-seated legacy from her grandfather, the whirlwind + that Mr. Waters had so lightly sown fell to the reaping of a victim too + amiable and unsuspecting not to escape the sentence of any but so stern a + judge as the handsome and inflexible representative of the moral order now + before him. + </p> + <p> + Miss Gould was looking her best in a crisp lavender dimity, upon whose + frills Mrs. Waters had bestowed the grateful exercise of her highest art. + Her sleek, dark coils of hair, from which no one stray lock escaped, + framed her fresh cheeks most admirably; her strong white hands appeared + and disappeared with an absolute regularity through the dark-green wool + out of which she was evolving a hideous and useful shawl. To her lodger, + who alternately waved a palm-leaf fan and drank lemonade, reading at + intervals from a two-days-old newspaper, and carrying on the desultory and + amusing soliloquy that they were pleased to consider conversation, she + presented the most attractive of pictures. “So firm, so positive, so + wholesome,” he murmured to himself, calling her attention to the exquisite + effect of the slanting rays that struck the lawn in a dappled pattern of + flickering leaf-shadows, and remarking the violet tinge thrown by the + setting sun on the old spire below in the middle of the village. She did + not answer immediately, and when she did it was in tones that he had + learned from various slight experiments to regard as final. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Welles,” she said, bending upon him that direct and placid regard + that rendered evasion difficult and paltering impossible, “things have + come to a point;” and she narrated the scene of the morning. + </p> + <p> + “It is indeed a problem,” observed her lodger gravely, “but what is one to + do? It is just such questions as this that illustrate the futility—” + </p> + <p> + “There is no question about it, Mr. Welles,” she interrupted gravely. “Tom + was right and I was wrong. There is no use in my talking to him or anybody + while I—while you—while things are as they are. You must make + up your mind, Mr. Welles.” + </p> + <p> + “But, great heavens, dear Miss Gould, what do you mean? What am I to make + up my mind about? Am I to provide myself with an occupation, perhaps, for + the sake of Tom Waters's principles? Or am I—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. That is just it. You know what I have always felt, Mr. Welles, about + it. But I never seemed to be able to make you see. Now, as I say, things + have come to a point. You must do something.” + </p> + <p> + “But this is absurd, Miss Gould! I am not a child, and surely nobody can + dream of holding you in any way responsible—” + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i> hold myself responsible,” she replied simply, “and I have never + approved of it—never!” + </p> + <p> + He shrugged his shoulders desperately. She was imperturbable; she was + impossible; she was beyond argument or persuasion or ridicule. + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I say that I think the situation is absurd, and that I refuse to + be placed at Mr. Waters's disposal?” he suggested with a furtive glance. + She drew the ivory hook through the green meshes a little faster. + </p> + <p> + “I should be obliged to refuse to renew your lease in the fall,” she + answered. He started from his wicker chair. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot mean it, Miss Gould! You would not be so—so unkind, so + unjust!” + </p> + <p> + “I should feel obliged to, Mr. Welles, and I should not feel unjust.” + </p> + <p> + He sank back into the yielding chair with a sigh. After all, her + fascination had always lain in her great decision. Was it not illogical to + expect her to fail to display it at such a crisis? There was a long + silence. The sun sank lower and lower, the birds twittered happily around + them. Miss Gould's long white hook slipped in and out of the wool, and her + lodger's eyes followed it absently. After a while he rose, settled his + white jacket elaborately, and half turned as if to go back to the house. + </p> + <p> + “I need not tell you how I regret this unfortunate decision of yours,” he + said politely, with a slight touch of the hauteur that sat so well on his + graceful person. “I can only say that I am sorry you yourself should + regret it so little, and that I hope it will not disturb our pleasant + acquaintance during the weeks that remain to me.” + </p> + <p> + She bowed slightly with a dignified gesture that often served her as a + reply, and he took a step toward her. + </p> + <p> + “Would we not better come in?” he suggested. “The sun is gone, and your + dress is thin. Let me send Henry after the chairs,” and his eyes dropped + to her hands again. They were nearly hidden by the green wool, but the + long needle quivered like a leaf in the wind; she could not pass it + between the thread and her white forefinger. He hesitated a moment, + glanced at her face, smiled inscrutably, and deliberately reseated + himself. + </p> + <p> + “What in the world could I do, you see?” he inquired meditatively, as if + that had been the subject under discussion for some time. “I can't make + cardboard boxes, you know. It's perfectly useless, my going into a + factory. Wheels and belts and things always give me the maddest longing to + jump into them—I couldn't resist it! And that would be so unpleasant—” + </p> + <p> + She dropped her wool and clasped her hands under it. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Welles,” she cried eagerly, “how absurd! As if I meant that! As + if I meant anything like it!” + </p> + <p> + “Had you thought of anything, then?” he asked interestedly. + </p> + <p> + She nodded gravely. “Why, yes,” she said. “It wouldn't be right for me to + say you must do something, and then offer no suggestions whatever, knowing + as I do how you feel about it. I thought of such a good plan, and one that + would be the best possible answer to Tom—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, good heavens!” murmured her lodger, but she went on quickly: “You + know I was going to open the soup-kitchen in October. Well, I've just + thought, Why not get the Rooms all ready, and the reading-room moved over + there, and have lemonade and sandwiches and sarsaparilla, and Kitty Waters + to begin to serve right away, as she's beginning to run the streets again, + and Annabel Riley with her? Then the Civic Club can have its headquarters + there, and people will begin to be used to it before cold weather.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am to serve sarsaparilla and sandwiches with Kitty and Annabel? + Really, dear Miss Gould, if you knew how horribly ill sarsaparilla is + certain to make me—I have loathed it from childhood—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, no, no!” she interrupted, with her sweet, tolerant smile. She + smiled at him as if he had been a child. + </p> + <p> + “You know I never meant that you should work all day, Mr. Welles. It isn't + at all necessary. I have always felt that an hour or two a day of + intelligent, cultivated work was fully equal to a much longer space of + manual labor that is more mechanical, more tiresome.” + </p> + <p> + “Better fifty years of poker than a cycle of croquet!” her lodger + murmured. “Yes, I have always felt that myself.” + </p> + <p> + “And somebody must be there from ten to twelve, say, in the mornings, in + what we call the office; just to keep an eye on things, and answer + questions about the kitchen, and watch the reading-room, and recommend the + periodicals, and take the children's Civic League reports, and oversee the + Rooms generally. Now I'd be there Wednesdays to meet the mothers, and Mrs. + Underwood Saturdays for the Band of Hope and the kitchen-garden. It would + be just Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from ten to twelve, + say!” + </p> + <p> + “From ten to twelve, say,” he repeated absently, with his eyes on her + handsome, eager face. He had never seen her so animated, so girlishly + insistent. She urged with the vivid earnestness of twenty years. + </p> + <p> + “My dear lady,” he brought out finally, “you are like Greek architecture + or Eastlake furniture or—or 'God Save the Queen'—perfectly + absolute! And I am so hideously relative—But, after all, why should + a sense of humor be an essential? One is really more complete—I + suppose Mahomet had none—When shall I begin?” + </p> + <p> + The interested villagers were informed early and regularly of the progress + of the latest scheme of their benefactress. Henry and Mr. Waters furnished + most satisfactory and detailed bulletins to gatherings of leisurely and + congenial spirits, who listened with incredulous amazement to the accounts + of Mr. Welles's proceedings. + </p> + <p> + “Him an' that hired man o' his, they have took more stuff over to them + Rooms than you c'd shake a stick at! I never see nothing like it—never! + Waxed that floor, they have, and put more mats onto it—fur and + colored. An' the stuff—oh, Lord! China—all that blue china he + got fr'm ol' Mis' Simms, an' them ol' stoneware platters that Mis' Rivers + was goin' to fire away, an' he give her two dollars for the lot—all + that's scattered round on tables and shelves. An' that ol' black secr'tary + he got fr'm Lord knows where, an' brakes growin' in colored pots standin' + right up there, an' statyers o' men an' women—no heads onto 'em, + some ain't got; it's all one to him—he'd buy any ol' thing so's + 'twas broke, you might say. An' them ol' straight chairs—no + upholsterin' on 'em, an' some o' them wicker kind that bends any way, with + piliers in 'em. An' cups and sassers, with a tea-pot 'n' kittle; an' he + makes tea himself an' drinks it—I swear it's so. An' a guitar, an', + Lord, the pictures! You can't see no wall for 'em! + </p> + <p> + “'It's a mighty lucky thing, havin' this room, Thompson,' says he to that + hired man, 'the things was spillin' over. We'll make it a bower o' beauty, + Thompson,' says he. 'Yes, sir,' says the man. That's all he ever says, you + might say. I never see nothin' like it, never, the way that hired man + talks to him; you'd think he was the Queen o' Sheba. + </p> + <p> + “An' he goes squintin' about here an' there, changin' this an' that, an' + singin' away an' laughin'—you'd think he'd have a fit. Seems's if he + loved to putter about 'n' fool with things in a room, like women. I heard + him say so myself. I was helpin' Miss Gould with the other rooms—she + ain't seen his; she don't know no more'n the dead what he's got in there—an' + I was by the door when he said it. + </p> + <p> + “'Thompson,' says he, 'if I don't keep my present situation,' says he, 'I + c'n go out as a decorator an' furnisher. Don't you think I'd succeed, + Thompson?' says he. 'Yes, sir,' says Thompson. + </p> + <p> + “'You see, we've got to do something Thompson,' says he. 'We've got ter + justify our existence, Thompson,' an' he commenced to laugh. 'Yes, sir,' + says Thompson. Beats all I ever see, the way that man answers back!” + </p> + <p> + An almost unprecedented headache, brought on by her unremitting labor in + effecting the change in the Rooms, kept Miss Gould in the house for two + days after the new headquarters had been satisfactorily arranged; and as + Mr. Welles had refused to open his office for inspection till it was + completely furnished, she did not enter that characteristic apartment till + the third day of its official existence. + </p> + <p> + As she went through the narrow hallway connecting the four rooms on which + the social regeneration of her village depended, she caught the sweet low + thrum of a guitar and a too familiarly seductive voice burst forth into a + chant, whose literal significance she was unable to grasp, owing to lack + of familiarity with the language in which it was couched, but whose + general tenor no one could mistake, so tender and arch was the rendering. + </p> + <p> + With a vague thrill of apprehension she threw open the door. + </p> + <p> + Sunk in cushions, a tea-cup on the arm of his chair, a guitar resting on + his white flannel sleeve, reclined the director of the Rooms. Over his + head hung a large and exquisite copy of the Botticelli Venus. Miss Gould's + horrified gaze fled from this work of art to rest on a representation in + bronze of the same reprehensible goddess, clothed, to be sure, a little + more in accordance with the views of a retired New England community, yet + leaving much to be desired in this direction. Kitty Waters attentively + filled his empty cup, beaming the while, and the once errant Annabel, + sitting on a low stool at his feet, with a red bow in her pretty hair, and + her great brown eyes fixed adoringly on his face as he directed the + fascinating incomprehensible little song straight at her charming self, + was obviously in no present danger of running the streets. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, Miss Gould!” he said cheerfully, rising and handing the + guitar to the abashed Annabel. “And you are really quite recovered? <i>C'est + bien!</i> Business is dull, and we are amusing each other, you see. How do + you like the rooms? I flatter myself—” + </p> + <p> + “If you flattered none but yourself, Mr. Welles, much harm would be + avoided,” she interrupted with uncompromising directness. “Kitty and + Annabel, I cannot see how you can possibly tell how many people may or may + not be wanting lunch!” + </p> + <p> + “Billy Rider tells us when any one comes,” the director assured her. “They + don't come till twelve, anyway, and then they want to see the room, mostly—which + we show them, don't we, Annabel?” + </p> + <p> + Annabel blushed, cast down her eyes, lifted them, showed her dimples, and + replied in the words, if not in the accents, of Thompson: “Yes, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “It's really going to be an education in itself, don't you think so?” he + continued. “It's amazing how the people like it—it's really quite + gratifying. Perhaps it may be my mission to abolish the chromo and the + tidy from off the face of New England! We have had crowds here—just + to look at the pictures.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't doubt it!” replied Miss Gould briefly. + </p> + <p> + “And I got the most attractive sugar-bowl from the little boy who brought + in the reports about picking up papers and such things from the streets. + He said he ought to have five cents, so I gave him a dime—I hadn't + five—and I bought the bowl. Annabel, my child, bring me—” + </p> + <p> + But Annabel and her fellow-waitress had disappeared. Miss Gould sat in + silence. At intervals her perplexed gaze rested unconsciously on the + Botticelli Venus, from which she instantly with a slight frown lowered it + and regarded the floor. When she at last met his eyes the expression of + her own was so troubled, the droop of her firm mouth so pathetic and + unusual, that he left his chair and dragged the little stool to her feet, + assuming an attitude so boyish and graceful that in spite of herself she + smiled at him. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter?” he asked confidentially. “Is anything wrong? Don't + you like the room? I enjoy it tremendously, myself. I've been here almost + all the time since it was done. I think Tom Waters must be tremendously + impressed—” + </p> + <p> + “That's the trouble; he is,” said Miss Gould simply. + </p> + <p> + “Trouble? trouble? Is his impression unfavorable? Heavens, how + unfortunate!” exclaimed the director airily. “Surely, my application—Does + the room fail to meet his approval, or—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it does,” she interrupted. “He says it's no place for a man to be + in; and he says the pictures are—are—well, he says they are + improper!” glancing at the Venus. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” responded the director with a suspicious sweetness. “He does not + care for the nude, then?” + </p> + <p> + She sighed deeply. “Oh, Mr. Welles!” + </p> + <p> + “It is indeed to be regretted that Mr. Waters's ideals are so high—and—shall + we say—so elusive?” proceeded the director smoothly. “It is so + difficult—so well-nigh impossible—to satisfy him. One devotes + one's energies—I may say one slaves night and day—to win some + slight mark of approval; and just as one is about to reap the well-earned + reward—a smile, a word of appreciation—all is forfeited! It is + hard indeed! Would you suggest the rearrangement of the Rooms under Mr. + Waters's direction? Thompson is at his service—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Welles!” she sighed hopelessly. “It isn't only that! It's not + alone the room, though Mrs. Underwood wonders that I should think she + would be able to conduct the Band of Hope in here, and Mrs. Rider says + that after what her husband told her she should no more think of sitting + here for a mothers' meeting than anything in the world. It's the whole + thing. Why did you treat them all to lemonade the first day? Surely you + knew that our one aim is to prevent miscellaneous charity. And Tom says + you smoked in here—he smelt it.” + </p> + <p> + “I smelt him, too,” remarked the director calmly. “That was one reason why + I smoked.” + </p> + <p> + “And—and having Kitty and Annabel here all the time! The Girls' Club + are so j—— Well, the Girls' Club like the old rooms better, + they say, and it's so difficult to get them to work together at best. And + now we shall have to work so hard— + </p> + <p> + “And the men think it's just a joke, the lemonade and everything, and the + room gave them such a wrong impression, and they don't seem to want it, + anyway. Tom Waters says he can't abide sarsaparilla—” + </p> + <p> + “Great heavens!” the director broke in, “is it possible? A point on which + Mr. Waters's opinion coincides with mine? I have not lived in vain! But + this is too much; I have not deserved—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, don't!” she begged. “There is more. When I corrected Annabel for what + I had heard about her—her impertinent behavior, she said that Mrs. + Underwood had never approved of the whole thing, and that if I had + consulted her she would never have given her consent to your being here, + and that I was dictatorial—I!” + </p> + <p> + Her lodger coughed and ejaculated, “You, indeed!” + </p> + <p> + “And when I said that their ingratitude actually made me wonder why I + worked so hard for them, she said—oh, dear! It is all dreadful! I + don't know what to do!” + </p> + <p> + “I do!” returned her lodger promptly. “Go away and leave 'em! They aren't + fit to trouble you any more. Besides, they're really not so bad, after + all, you know. There has to be just about so much laziness and—and + that sort of thing, don't you see. Look at me, for instance! Think of how + much misdirected energy I balance! And it gives other people something to + do.... Go away and leave it all for a while!” he repeated smilingly. + </p> + <p> + “Go away! But where? Why should I? What do you mean?” she stammered, + confused at something in his eyes, which never left her face. + </p> + <p> + “To England—you said you'd like to see it. With me—for I + certainly couldn't stay here alone. Why do you suppose I stay, dear lady? + I used to wonder myself. No, sit still, don't get up! I am about to make + you an offer of marriage; indeed, I am serious, Miss Gould! + </p> + <p> + “I don't see that it's ridiculous at all. I see every practical reason in + favor of it. In the first place, if they are gossiping—oh, yes, + Thompson told me, and I wonder that they hadn't before: these villages are + dreadful places—I couldn't very well stay, you see; and then where + should I put all my things? In the second place, I have so much stuff, and + there's no house fit for it but—but ours; and if we were married I + could have just twice as much room for it—and I'm getting far too + much for my side. In the third place, I find that I can't look forward + with any pleasure to travelling about alone, because, in the fourth place, + I've grown so tremendously fond of you, dear Miss Gould! I think you don't + dislike me?” + </p> + <p> + She plucked the guitar strings nervously with her white, strong fingers. + The rich, vibrating tones of it filled the room and confused her still + more. + </p> + <p> + “People will say that I—that we—” He caught her hand: it had + never been kissed before. “Would you rather I went away and then there + would be nothing left for them to say?” he asked softly. + </p> + <p> + She caught her breath. + </p> + <p> + “I'm too—” + </p> + <p> + “You are too charming not to have some one who appreciates the fact as + thoroughly as I do,” he interrupted gallantly. “I think you do me so much + good, you know,” he added, still holding her hand. She looked at him + directly for the first time. + </p> + <p> + “Do I really? Is that true?” she demanded, with a return of her old manner + so complete and sudden as to startle him. “If I thought that—” + </p> + <p> + “You would?” he asked with a smile. “I thought so! Here is a village that + scorns your efforts and a respectful suitor who implores them. Can you + hesitate?” + </p> + <p> + His smile was irresistible, and she returned it half reprovingly. “Will + you never be serious?” she said. “I wonder that I can—” She stopped. + </p> + <p> + “That you can—” he repeated, watching her blush, but she would not + finish. + </p> + <p> + “You must not think that I can give up my work—my real work—so + easily,” she said, rising and looking down on him with a return of her + simple impressive seriousness. “I shall have to consider. I have been very + much disturbed by their conduct. I will see you after supper,” and with a + gesture that told him to remain, she left the room, her head high as she + caught Annabel's voice from outside. She turned in the door, however, and + the stern curves of her mouth melted with a smile so sweet, a promise so + gracious and so tender, that when her eyes, frank and direct as a boy's, + left his, he looked long at the closed door, wondering at the quickening + of his pulses. + </p> + <p> + A moment later he heard her voice, imperious and clear, and the mumble of + Mr. Waters's unavailing if never-ending excuses. He laughed softly to + himself, and touched the strings of the guitar that she had struck. “I + shall save the worthy Thomas much,” he murmured to himself, “and of course + I do it to reform her—I cannot pull down the village and die with + the Philistines!” + </p> + <p> + She went up the long main street, Mr. Waters at her side and Annabel Riley + behind her. Her lodger watched her out of sight, and prepared to lock up + the Rooms. + </p> + <p> + “So firm, so positive, so wholesome!” he said, as he started after her. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Philanthropist, by Josephine Daskam + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A PHILANTHROPIST *** + +***** This file should be named 23366-h.htm or 23366-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/3/3/6/23366/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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