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Updated: July 16, 2025
It seems to me that by direct contact with them I may be able to show them the tender, guiding hand of God as it has always been revealed to me. But you think that I'm worthless!" There was a burst of loud singing from the raised platform. The girls of the sewing club loved to sing. But neither Rose-Marie nor the Young Doctor was conscious of it.
Rose-Marie had also risen to her feet. "Then," she said eagerly, "let me come and see Lily. Where do you live?" The boy's eyes had fallen. It was plain that he did not want to answer that he was experiencing the almost inarticulate embarrassment of childhood. "We live," he told her at last, "in that house over there."
Volsky and Bennie stood upon the threshold. "What's a-matter?" questioned Mrs. Volsky her voice sodden with grief. "What's been a-happenin'?" But Ella ran across the space between them, and knelt in front of Rose-Marie. "Give 'er t' me!" she breathed fiercely; "she's my sister. Give 'er t' me!" Silently Rose-Marie handed over the light little figure.
All up and down the hall came the usual sounds of the house; the stairs echoed with noise. But behind the closed door silence reigned supreme. As Rose-Marie stood there she felt a strange mental chill the chill of her first doubt. Perhaps the Volskys would not want to come with her to the Settlement House, perhaps they would resent her attitude would call it interference.
Volsky's usually colourless voice was breaking into loud, almost weird lamentation. Ella stood speechless. But Rose-Marie, the horror of it all striking to her very soul, spoke. "It can't be true," she cried, starting forward and in the excitement of the moment laying her hand upon Jim's perfectly tailored coat sleeve. "It can't be true.... It's too terrible!"
I'd rather never see her again," he was surprised, for a second time, at the pain that the words caused him, "than to have her made unhappy. I hope that this man of hers is a regular fellow!" He passed on down the hall. He walked slowly, the vision of Rose-Marie, a dream child held close to her breast, before his eyes. That was why, perhaps, he did not see Bennie why he stumbled against the boy.
There were yells of rage, and worst of all bursts of appalling profanity. Rose-Marie, standing there in the darkness of the fourth flight, heard words that she had never expected to hear phrases of which she had never dreamed. She shuddered as she started up the fifth flight, and when, at last, she stood in front of the Volsky flat, she experienced almost a feeling of relief.
"Haven't you" again Rose-Marie asked a question "haven't you ever loved anything that was smaller than you are? Haven't you ever had a pet? Haven't you ever felt that you must protect and take care of some one or something? Haven't you?" All at once the boy was smiling, and the smile lit up his small, dark face as a candle, slowly flickering, brings cheer and brightness to a dull, lonely room.
Dispassionately she noticed the lack of breeding in his face, the marks of early dissipation, the lines that sin had etched. And as she looked she laughed with just the suggestion of hauteur. For the first time in her life Rose-Marie was experiencing a touch of snobbishness, of class distinction. "We won't discuss my reason," she told him slowly; "it should be quite evident to any one!"
And as they cried something grew out of their common emotion. It was a something that they both felt subconsciously a something warm and friendly. It might have been a new bond of affection, a new chain of love. Rose-Marie, as she felt it, was able to say to herself with more of tolerance than she had ever known
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