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And, doctor, she has never had a chance in all her life! Only think how would you feel if Ethel had to work in a cotton mill?" There was a pause. "I honestly can't see " began the bewildered clergyman. "It will be quite easy for you to help her," put in the boy; "because, you see, Mr. Wygant belongs to your church!" "But what has that to do with it?" "Why it's Mr. Wygant's mill that she works in."
But just before he came to the bridge Mr. Wygant's automobile flashed past him; and so he turned and went back to the house. This time he went to the front door. "I am Samuel Prescott, from St. Matthew's Church," he said to the butler. "And I want to see Mr. Wygant upon important business." Mr. Wygant sat in a great armchair by one of the windows in his library.
And then in a sudden burst of emotion Miss Gladys exclaimed, "Oh, Samuel, you are an angel!" And she broke into a peal of laughter; and swiftly, like a bird upon the wing, she leaned toward him, and touched his cheek with her lips. And then, like a flash, she was gone; and Samuel was left alone with his bewilderment. Samuel set out forthwith for Mr. Wygant's office.
He had seen the great brownstone temple upon the hill a structure far more splendid than anything he had ever dreamed of. "Have you never attended?" asked the doctor. "I went to the mission once," said Samuel referring to the little chapel in the poor quarters of the town. "A friend of mine goes there- -Sophie Stedman. She works in Mr. Wygant's cotton mill."
"I have been out of work for four months," said one, "and I have been promised a job next week. If I am arrested, I know that I will not get it. But still I will speak." "And I am in Wygant's cotton mill," said another. "And I'm not young, and when I'm turned out, it will not be easy for me. But I will help." "And I, too," put in Lippman, the cigar store keeper; "my wife can tend the shop!"
He has a perfect right to do that, hasn't he?" "But to name the State senator to beat it, doctor!" "Well, my boy, Mr. Wygant is very much interested in politics; and, of course, he would use his influence. Why not?" "But, Dr. Vince it was a wicked thing! Think of Sophie!" "But, my boy haven't we found Sophie a place in Mr. Wygant's own home?" "Yes, doctor! But there are all the others!
Something must be done about Master Albert, that was certain. Before he went in to his dinner he had thought of yet another plan. He would appeal to Miss Gladys about it! He would get her to labor with the prodigal! At eight o'clock the next morning, he and Sophie called at Miss Wygant's home.
He could have dreamed of no greater joy in all this world than to watch her for hours to study every detail of her features and her costume, and to see the play of laughter about her mouth and eyes. But then came the butler announcing luncheon; and Samuel rose in a panic. He had a sudden vision of himself being asked to the table, to sit under Miss Wygant's merciless survey.
"I'll tell her you're here," said she, understanding at once. She ran upstairs, and came back telling him to come. "And she's glad, Samuel!" exclaimed the child. "Won't you come, too?" he asked blunderingly. "No, she told me not to," was Sophie's reply. So he went upstairs to Miss Wygant's own sitting room, and found her in a morning gown, even more beautiful than the one she had worn before.
The child's face was aglow with excitement; and Samuel looked at her, and for the first time it occurred to him that Sophie was really beautiful. Her face had filled out and her color had come back, since she had been getting one meal every day at the Wygant's. "Don't you think Miss Gladys will help, mother?" she asked. "I don't know," said Mrs. Stedman dubiously.
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