Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
At the top of the stairs Mary paused to look at the many lights of the Flats, the Mill, the business houses, the streets and the homes, that shone in the shadowy world below. She was about to move toward the door of the hut when the sound of voices coming from the balcony-porch halted her. The Interpreter was speaking.
In his little hut on the cliff, with his books and his basket making, her gentle old friend's life, it seemed to her, held not one thing in common with the busy world that lay within sight of the balcony-porch. The thought that the industrial trouble could in any way touch him came to her with a distinct shock. "Surely," she protested, at last, "the strike cannot affect you.
The man rose to his feet and stood looking out over the life that lay within view from the Interpreter's balcony-porch, as if possessed with the magnitude of the power that would be his when this American community should be given into his hand. Silent, watchful Billy stirred uneasily. The Interpreter, touching his companion's arm, shook his head.
As if she could bear to hear no more, Helen rose quickly and went from the room to stand on the balcony-porch. It was not so much the Interpreter's words it was rather the spirit in which they were spoken that moved her so deeply. By her own heart she was judged. "For every idle hand," he had said. Her hands were idle hands. Her old white-haired friend in his wheel chair was doing her work.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking