Flossy, during these days, took great strides as a learner in Christian work. Among other things, she was let into the mysteries of some of the great and systematic charities of the city, and found what wonderful things G.o.d"s wealth could do, placed in the hands of careful and conscientious stewards. She had thought at first that it made no difference at all to her, whether Mr. Roberts had to work for his daily bread, or whether he had means at his disposal; but very early in her acquaintance with him she learned to thank G.o.d, that great wealth had been placed in his hands, and so, was to be at her disposal, and that she was learning how to use it.
Some of her new experiences had their embarra.s.sing side. Mr. Roberts had been but a few days in the city, when he had certain proteges which circ.u.mstance had thrown in his way, in whom he became deeply interested.
One of these, he engaged to take Flossy to visit.
"They are very poor," he had said to her, supposing that thereby he enlightened her.
Now Flossy had small knowledge in that direction. There was a certain old lady living at the extreme east end who had once been a servant in their family, and Flossy"s nurse. In her, Flossy was much interested, and had been often to see her. She kept house in a bit of a room that was always shining with cleanliness; her floor was covered with bright rag carpeting; her bed was spread with a gay covered quilt, and her little cook stove glistened, and the bright teakettle sputtered cheerily. This was Flossy"s idea of poverty.
Therefore, when she arrayed herself for a wintry walk with Mr. Roberts, there was to her mind no incongruity between the rich black silk, the velvet cloak, the elegant laces, and costly furs, and the "very poor family" she was about to visit. Why should there be? She had trailed that same silk over old Auntie Green"s bright colored rag carpet a good many times without experiencing any discomfort therefrom.
As for Mr. Roberts, he regarded her with a half amused smile which she did not observe, and said nothing. Probably he had an idea that she would soon be wiser than she was then.
"It is too far to walk," he said, as they reached a point where street cars diverged in many directions; so he hailed a pa.s.sing car, and during the talk that followed, Flossy was conveyed to a portion of the city she not only had never seen before, but that she did not know existed.
She looked about her in dismay as she stepped down from the car, and during the short rapid walk that followed, had all she could do to rescue her silken robes from contact with awful filth, and to keep her dainty handkerchief applied to her poor little nose. Rapidly and silently they made their way to a long, high building, whose filthy outside stairs they descended and found themselves in a cellar the like of which Flossy had never dreamed of.
A dreadful pile of straw covered over by a tattered and horribly dirty rag that had once been a quilt, on this bed lay a child not yet ten years old, whose deathly pale face and gla.s.sy eyes told the story of hopeless sickness. No pillow on which to lay the poor little head with its tangled ma.s.ses of yellow hair, nothing anywhere that told of care bestowed or necessary wants attended to. Over in another corner on another filthy heap of straw and rags, lay the mother, sick too; with the same absence of anything like decency in everything that pertained to her.
Utter dismay seized upon Flossy. Could it be possible that human beings, beings with souls, for whose souls her blessed Saviour died, were left to such awful desolation of poverty as this! Mr. Roberts promptly turned upside down an old tub that was used to doing duty as a chair, and seated her thereon, while he went forward to the woman.
"Have you had your dinner to-day?" was the first question he asked.
"Yes, I have; and thank you kindly, too," she added gratefully. "The woman took the money and bought meat as you told her, and made a broth, and I and the little girl had some; it was good. The little girl took quite a few spoonfuls of it and said it tasted good; it did me more good to hear her say that, than it did to eat mine," the poor mother said, and a wistful motherly look went over to the heap of rags in the corner.
"I am glad that she could eat it," he said simply. Then he further told that he had been arranging for some things to be brought to make both of them more comfortable; they would be here soon, could the woman who made the broth come in and attend to them?
The sick woman shook her head. She was gone for the day: would not be back till dark, then would have to get her children"s supper, and do her washing that very night. "She"s _awful_ poor," the woman added with a heavy sigh. "We are all of us that; if I could get up again, I could do something for my little girl I most know I could, but, as it is--" And then there was that hopeless sigh.
Meantime Flossy, after sitting with a distressed and irresolute face for a few minutes, had suddenly risen from her tub and gone over to the little girl. Bending beside her they had talked together in a low voice, and as Mr. Roberts turned to see if she had endured the scene as long as her nerves would admit, she turned towards him and there was more decision in her voice than he had ever heard before.
"Mr. Roberts, can you find some clean water for this basin, and haven"t you a large handkerchief with you? This poor child must have her face washed. She says her head aches very badly; that will help it. And Mr.
Roberts, can"t you go out immediately to the store and get some clothes for this bed, and a pillow, don"t they have such things in stores?"
"I have seen to that," he said; "there will be some bed clothing here, and other necessaries very soon; but how can we manage to have the beds made up? I have ordered bedsteads and mattresses, and bed clothing has been prepared; but I have failed thus far in getting anyone to help arrange them?"
"Can"t you set up a bedstead?" asked Miss Flossy.
"Why, I think I could," he answered her meekly.
"Very well, then, I can make the beds. As for the child, she must have a bath and a clean dress before she is ready for any bed. I can tell you just what to do, Mr. Roberts; you must go down to the east end, No. 217 South Benedict Street and find my old Auntie Green, and tell her that she is needed here just as soon as she can get here; tell her I want her; it will be all right then. In the meantime, this child"s face must be washed and her hair combed. I see there is a kettle behind that stove, could you manage to fill it with water, and then could you make a better fire? Then, I can stay here and do a good many things while you are gone."
While our little Flossy was talking, she was removing her lavendar kid gloves, and pinning up out of sight her lace ruffles. Then she produced from some one of the bewildering and dainty pockets that trimmed her dress, a plain, hemst.i.tched handkerchief, which she unceremoniously dropped into the tin basin, and announced herself all ready for the water.
"But, Flossy," said her embarra.s.sed attendant in dismay, "you can"t do these things, you know; wouldn"t it be better to come with me, and we will go after this Auntie Green and tell her just what to do, and furnish the means to do it with. You know you are not used to anything of this kind."
"I know it," she said quietly. "I never knew there was anything like this in the world; I am bowed in the very dust with shame and dismay.
There is very little that I know how to do, but I can wash this poor, neglected child"s face. Go right away, please; there is no time to lose I am sure."
What swift deft fingers she had to be sure. He could not help stopping for a moment in his bewilderment to watch her; then he went, and meekly and swiftly did her bidding. There was much done during that afternoon.
Mr. Roberts quietly sinking into the errand man who was useful, chiefly because he could promptly do as he was told; and he felt with every additional direction and with every pa.s.sing moment an increased respect for the executive abilities of the little girl, whom he had looked forward to rousing by degrees to a sense of the importance of this work, and gradually to a partic.i.p.ation in other than the money charities of the day.
When they went away from that door, as they ascended the filthy stairs again, she said:
"What an awful thought that human beings exist in such places as this, and that I did not know it and have done nothing for them!" She was certainly not exhausted, not overcome with the stench and the filth, though there was water dripping at that moment from her rich silk dress.
She noticed it, and as she brushed off the drops, she said:
"Evan, if you knew, I wonder that you did not tell me to wear my Chautauqua dress. I shall know better next time. I must have that poor little girl cured; there are ever so many things to do, oh Evan, you must teach me how."
"You need no teacher," he said softly, almost reverently, "other than the divine Teacher whom you have had. I am become a learner."
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CHAPTER XXVII.
FLOSSY"S PARTY.
MARION on her way from school, had stopped in to learn, if she could, what shadow had fallen over Ruth. But before anything like confidence had been reached, Flossy Shipley, came, full of life and eagerness.
"I am so glad to find two of you together," she said, "it expedites matters so much. Who do you think can be going to give a party next?"
"A party!" said Marion, "I am sure I don"t know. I am prepared for any sort of news on that subject; one would think there had been a party famine for years, and lost time was to be made up, to see the manner in which one entertainment crowds after another, since the meetings closed. It is a mercy that I am never invited, it would take all my leisure, and a great deal of note paper to prepare regrets. Who is it?"
"I haven"t the least idea that you could guess, so I am going to tell you; it"s just myself."
Both of her listeners looked incredulous.
"I am," she said, gleefully. "I am at work on the arrangements now as hard as I can be; and Marion Wilbur, you needn"t go to talking about note paper and regrets; you are to come. I shall have to give up Eurie, and I am sorry too, she would have helped along so much; but of course she cannot leave her mother."
"How is her mother?" asked both girls at once.
"Oh, better; Nellis says the doctor feels very hopeful, now; but of course, Eurie doesn"t leave her, and cannot for a long time. Nellis Mitch.e.l.l is a splendid fellow. How strange it is that his interest in religious matters should have commenced with that letter which Eurie sent him from Chautauqua, before she had much interest herself."
"n.o.body supposed that he had, I am sure," Ruth said; "I thought him the most indifferent of mortals."
"So did I, and would never have thought to pray for him at all, if Eurie had not asked me to, specially. Did you know he led the young people"s meeting last evening? Did splendidly, Grace Dennis said. By the way, isn"t Grace Dennis lovely? Marion, don"t you think she is the most interesting young lady in your room?"
"I think you don"t enlighten us much in regard to that party," Marion said, her cheeks growing red under that last question.
"I ought to be on my way; my tea will be colder than usual if I don"t hasten; what scheme have you now, Flossy, and what do you want to do with it?"