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"Yes, thus cutting the last strand of the cord that held him away from utter ruin." A groan that could not be repressed broke from Mr. Elliott's lips. "This must not be at least not now," added Mrs. Birtwell, in a firm voice. "It may be possible to save him through his home and children. But if separated from them and cast wholly adrift, what hope is left?" "None, I fear," replied Mr. Elliott.
In a few words, this is its motive and its plan: To help the children of the poor in developing and ennobling their lives by giving them books and a friend. The home library idea was evolved, not by a librarian, but by Mr. Charles W. Birtwell, secretary of the Children's Aid Society in Boston, a very old non-sectarian society. It grew up in a most natural way.
I watched another young man very closely, and am sorry to say that he left our house in a condition in which no mother waiting at home could receive her son without sorrow and shame." "Who was that?" asked Mr. Birtwell, turning quickly upon his wife. He had detected more than a common concern in her voice. "Ellis," she replied. Her manner was very grave.
As we have seen, a painful sense of responsibility lay heavily upon her heart. The winter that followed was a gay one, and many lag entertainments were given. The Birtwells always had a party, and this party was generally the event of the season, for Mr. Birtwell liked eclat and would get it if possible. Time passed, and Mrs.
What he had heard him say about the healthy or rather saving influences of pure wine had taken a strong hold of his thoughts, and he had often wished for an opportunity to talk with him about it. On this evening he found that opportunity. Soon after his arrival at the house of Mr. Birtwell he saw Mr.
"Oh, if he'd only gone away as he came, I wouldn't feel so awfully about it," returned Mrs. Birtwell. "That's what cuts me to the heart. To think that he came to my house sober and went away " She caught back from her tongue the word she would have spoken, and shivered. "Nothing of the kind, Margaret, nothing of the kind," said her husband, quickly. "A little gay that was all.
Ridley found himself amid the new influences and new friends that were to give him another start in life and another chance to redeem himself. She had passed a night of tears and agony, and though suffering deeply had gained a calm exterior. Ethel, after leaving the Home, came with a heart full of new hope and joy to see Mrs. Birtwell and tell her about her father.
"No, no, no, Mr. Elliott. I cannot, I will not, believe it," was the strongly-uttered reply of Mrs. Birtwell. "I do not believe that any man can fall below this potent sphere." A deep, sigh came from the clergyman's lips, a dreary expression crept into his face. There was a heavy weight upon his heart, and he felt weak and depressed. "Something must be done."
Birtwell as he came back. "One might infer that he thought us to blame for his son's absence." "I can't bear this suspense. I must see Frances." It was an hour after Mr. Voss had been there. Mrs. Birtwell rang a bell, and ordering the carriage, made herself ready to go out. "Mrs. Voss says you must excuse her," said the servant who had taken up Mrs. Birtwell's card.
To this Mr. Voss made no response, but Mrs. Birtwell, who was looking into his, face, saw an expression that she did not understand. "She will see me, of course?" "I do not know. Perhaps you'd better not go round yet. It might disturb her too much, and the doctor says she must be kept as quiet as possible." Something in the manner of Mr. Voss sent a chill to the heart of Mrs. Birtwell.
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