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Daughter

What it Means to Marry and Live Happily Ever After,

Even if You Are as Poor as Church Mice

Recorded by ELLIDA MURPHY

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S poor as church mice," applies with more than half a minute to consider what it

especial nicety to ministers and their would mean to be the wife of a six-hundred

families—if we are to believe story- dollar-a-year parson, for I was so absorbed in the books, the relief for indigent pastors committees, thought of what it would mean to be Paul's wife. and the ministers themselves, corroborated by “My father was a typical minister-selftheir wives and children.

sacrificing, improvident, and visionary. He was A woman who was born in a Methodist parson- the most impractical man I ever knew and the age, who lived in an almost annual succession of most absent-minded. When he had a little ready them, and finally went as a bride into still an- money it burned a hole in his pocket. He was other, claims--and with perfect right, I think- continually being torn between charities, foreign to know all about church mice.

missions, and shoes for his children-literally “When I was twelve years old,” she told me, speaking. “my father and mother and all of us eight "Imagine buying shoes for eight romping children moved for the tenth time. I was so youngsters, seven of them boys, on-” she accustomed to that nomadic existence that it hesitated and laughed—“will you believe me seemed the normal thing. I never lived in one when I say that father received the munificent house or one town long enough to make close sum of forty-two dollars a month until I was friends or to become attached to the place almost fifteen, and I was third from the youngest which was, perhaps, fortunate--and I grew to of his brood? think of home as a continual tearing up, an un- “Many ministers, right in our own State, were comfortable shifting, and then a struggle to getting much more than that, but they had city settle down in different quarters.”

churches with rich congregations. We always In spite of her gray hair, the speaker was still a lived in little towns, some of them hamlets of a young woman with a whimsical smile, twinkling few hundred people. And father eked out his brown eyes, and a marcel wave. As she paused salary by driving miles every Sunday afternoon, and smiled reminiscently, it was apparent that and sometimes during the week, to preach in cramped manses, petty privations and a super- rural churches where farmers and their families fluity of prayer meetings had not destroyed her came from miles around to hear the old-fashioned sense of humor.

gospel that he expounded. “Strange that I should choose another minister “Father was the distinctly hell-fire and brimfor a husband?” her eyes sparkled. “Perhaps it stone preacher of a by-gone day. He could was—I dare say. And such a struggling young frighten the devout and superstitious half out of minister as he is, too.

their wits. At home, But I would have mar

he was the mildest and ried Paul if he had AM not much of a mathemati

sweetest of men; but, been a pirate, or a cian,” said Carelessness, “but I

in the pulpit, he bepeddler, or a Confucan add to your troubles, I can

came a thunderous cianist. Almost any subtract from your earnings, I can

prophet. girl would marry 'the multiply your aches and pains, and

I can see him now one man' regardless of I can divide your attention. I can

in his one good black his profession, and I take interest from your work and

coat-which mother was—and am-as discount your chances for safety.”

pressed and cherished dently in love as a girl

-The Center Punch

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F. Wagner had completed college, finished his Two years ago, the desire of his heart was law course, and was admitted to the bar. At fulfilled. Recognition of bis rank as a lawyer this juncture, he evinced further proof of his came when he was made Justice of the Supreme sturdiness of character. He might have found Court of New York. a berth in a firm of prosperous lawyers. He For this he sacrificed the governorship of the preferred to found a firm of his own. With chief State in the Union. For this he gave Jeremiah Mahoney, aged twenty five years, he up a law practice that would have been worth opened a law office.

$50,000 a year. It was an election year. Contemporane- “Success should not be measured by money," ously with the opening of this office, Wagner he says. “The pendulum of enlightened public called at the political headquarters in his opinion is swinging slowly away from that district. “I am interested in politics,” he said, standard. Success is making some contribu“and I would like to make a speech.”

tion to the public for the benefit of posThe district leader gave the shabby youth a terity." sweeping survey, and replied: “Want to make One of his ideals is free speech. “Don't a speech, do you? Al right. Come around arrest a picket for an interview with a nonThursday night and make one.”

striker,” he says in judicial language. “Let Robert F. Wagner departed, his heart them talk about the principles involved. It is beating high with hope and pride. Fortu- only by talking that they will reach an undernately for both, he did not know that there standing. Nothing is ever gained by represwas a dearth of volunteer speakers—that any- sion. That is what is the matter with Russia. one who imagined he could was welcome to It was repressed too long. It will right "make his speech.”

itself.” On that particular night, young Wagner When tenants were battling with the czarism made his speech-and made a friend. Dan of landlords, they hailed Judge Wagner as a Sheehan heard him and walked home with him. deliverer. In a case involving those issues, he He counseled him with fatherly earnestness. delivered an opinion that is regarded by the He sent him law "cases."

tenants as their Magna Charta. A long period of unfailing friendship followed, and Dan Sheehan has been rewarded. He is an AID one of Judge Wagner's closest attendant in the Supreme Court and rises with friends: "He has everything that a man the rest when the rustle of a heavy black-silk should have.” robe announces His Honor Judge Wagner's “What should a man have?” I asked. approach.

The answer:

“He has brains and integrity. Slowly, steadily Robert Wagner built a sub- He is a good fellow and he can be stern when it stantial law practice. Rapidly his star rose, is necessary.” and luminously it shone in the political sky. A good summary of a man! He was elected to the State assembly, then to To this might be added that he remembers the senate. When but midway in his twenties, his friends. The school examiner, who secured he was made majority leader of the senate; and him freedom from the school room, told him was scarcely in his thirties when he was elected that the office of school examiner should be lieutenant-governor of the Empire State. made permanent. And it was Robert Wagner His party offered him the nomination for made it so. governor. Because his heart was elsewhere, he Judge Wagner has the fine habit of gathering declined.

his friends about him. Jeremiah Mahoney, his

partner of more than twenty years, practices IS political service has been a dis- beneath the same roof which shelters Judge tinguished

one.

He is the author of the Wagner's chambers. I have told you that Workman’s Compensation Law. He banished Dan Sheehan, who doled him advice and sent child labor from the canneries of his State. He him his first law cases, is one of his court wiped the blot of women's night-labor in the attendants. And so is the brother who did all industries from the escutcheon of New York. he could to aid him in acquiring an educa

But his heart was in the law. His aim was a tion. liberal and enlightened interpretation of it. This is the success recipe of the janitor's son President Wilson offered to make him post- who became a Supreme Court Judge: “Demaster of New York City. Mr. Wagner was termination. Industry. Desire to contribute grateful for the honor-but he had made up his something for the public good and the benefit of mind to stick to law.

posterity.”

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Daughter

What it Means to Marry and Live Happily Ever After,

Even if You Are as Poor as Church Mice

Recorded by ELLIDA MURPHY

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S poor as church mice," applies with more than half a minute to consider what it

especial nicety to ministers and their would mean to be the wife of a six-hundred

families—if we' are to believe story- dollar-a-year parson, for I was so absorbed in the books, the relief for indigent pastors committees, thought of what it would mean to be Paul's wife. and the ministers themselves, corroborated by “My father was a typical minister-selftheir wives and children.

sacrificing, improvident, and visionary. He was A woman who was born in a Methodist parson- the most impractical man I ever knew and the age, who lived in an almost annual succession of most absent-minded. When he had a little ready them, and finally went as a bride into still an- money it burned a hole in his pocket. He was other, claims—and with perfect right, I think- continually being torn between charities, foreign to know all about church mice.

missions, and shoes for his children-literally “When I was twelve years old,” she told me, speaking. "my father and mother and all of us eight "Imagine buying shoes for eight romping children moved for the tenth time. I was so youngsters, seven of them boys, on

she accustomed to that nomadic existence that it hesitated and laughed—“will you believe me seemed the normal thing. I never lived in one when I say that father received the munificent house or one town long enough to make close sum of forty-two dollars a month until I was friends or to become attached to the place almost fifteen, and I was third from the youngest which was, perhaps, fortunate--and I grew to of his brood? think of home as a continual tearing up, an un- “Many ministers, right in our own State, were comfortable shifting, and then a struggle to getting much more than that, but they had city settle down in different quarters.”

churches with rich congregations. We always In spite of her gray hair, the speaker was still a lived in little towns, some of them hamlets of a young woman with a whimsical smile, twinkling few hundred people. And father eked out his brown eyes, and a marcel wave. As she paused salary by driving miles every Sunday afternoon, and smiled reminiscently, it was apparent that and sometimes during the week, to preach in cramped manses, petty privations and a super- rural churches where farmers and their families fluity of prayer meetings had not destroyed her came from miles around to hear the old-fashioned sense of humor.

gospel that he expounded. “Strange that I should choose another minister "Father was the distinctly hell-fire and brimfor a husband?” ber eyes sparkled. “Perhaps it stone preacher of a by-gone day. He could was—I dare say. And such a struggling young frighten the devout and superstitious half out of minister as he is, too.

their wits. At home, But I would have mar

he was the mildest and ried Paul if he had AM not much of a mathemati

sweetest of men; but, been a pirate, or cian,” said Carelessness, “but I

in the pulpit, he bepeddler, or a Confu

a can add to your troubles, I can

thunderous cianist. Almost any subtract from your earnings, I can

prophet. girl would marry 'the multiply your aches and pains, and

"I can see him now one man' regardless of I can divide your attention. I can

in bis one good black his profession, and I take interest from your work and

coat-which mother was—and am-as ardiscount your chances for safety.”

pressed and cherished dently in love as a girl could be. I don't think

-The Center Punch

until it literally fell to

pieces and had to be that I ever stopped for

replaced from her

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hard-accumulated savings-his face crimson, his fear lest my new, black-kid shoes wouldn't show eyes flashing from beneath beetling brows, and to best advantage. his deep voice ringing through the church: "Save "I was inclined to be vain of my feet," she yourselves! Save yourselves from eternal fire! whispered to me with a deprecating dimple Cast out the devil! Hark not to the voice of the twitching the corner of her mouth. tempter, but lift up your eyes! For an hour and “I had a new blouse of white challie to wear a half at a time he would exhort his congrega- with the gray skirt, and a new blue silk dress for tions. And sometimes his impassioned utterances evenings, when there was to be a reception and a at the yearly revival meetings would bring a musical for the delegates. I was in ecstasy, for I flock of weeping, pallid, and frenzied folk to kneel had never owned two brand-new dresses and a as penitents and believers at his feet. He was blouse at once. I have often wondered since considered a Heaven-inspired orator in those what sacrifices they represented to my mother. days of tempestuous religion. My mother, in her "The day came with a downpour of rain, and I shabby cape and bonnet, would regard him with embarked clad in an old slicker, hat, and galoshes. warm, prideful eyes, while the boys stolidly It was the beginning of the Great Adventure. listened with the outward patience that comes to “When we reached F., 1 found that I was to be the growing offspring of ministers.

separated from Dr. Burdick and his wife, our two “We were moved about from town to town, other delegates, and I was carried off by a brisk never advancing, never more prosperous. That old lady to her big house where at least a dozen is the tragedy of the minister who is growing old other Sunday-school workers were her guests. It without having won signal success.” A look of was late afternoon, and I was led immediately sadness crossed her face. “He is sent on, ever into the parlor where the others were gathered more discouraged, ever more pitiful.

about a grate fire. Never had I felt so young, so "My father and mother, struggling to feed and confused, as when I faced that battery of eyes. clothe us, yearned to send my brothers to college. Someone helped me remove my streaming coat, But there was no money. Our only heritage was another took my bedraggled. hat, and my unplenty of pluck and an ambition to make some- sightly galoshes disappeared. I sank into a chair thing of ourselves. And so, one by one, the boys and, when the conversation was resumed, tried to left home and worked their way through the regain my composure. State university.

IDST the helping mother with the housework and the two younger lads, singing in the choir, working in up involuntarily and met a pair of keen blue eyes the Sunday-school, the missionary society, the that held my gaze. Their owner was a tall young ladies' sewing circle, and eager to go to normal fellow with thick fair hair and a charming smile. school so that I could teach, when a real event Gradually the others fell silent to listen to him. occurred to change my whole life.

The charm of his personality seemed to hold the "I was elected one of three delegates from our little audience as much as what he was saying. church to a Sunday-school convention at F., He was Paul-brilliant, enthusiastic, and rather forty miles away.

threadbare. When I went upstairs, later, with “Excited! It was like a trip to New York the woman who was to share my room, I asked City for me! F. was a city compared to our little his name. She told me that he was the Reverend town. It had thirty thousand inhabitants, a Paul Winthrop, of W. street car, three department stores, numerous “I determined to wear my blue dress down to ice-cream parlors and a hotel five stories high. supper. I was guilty of wondering if he admired

“Romance and adventure no longer existed in dark eyes and hair. Half an hour later, I slipped Sunday-school conventions for my father and downstairs at the sound of the bell and tried to be mother, but they could understand my exquisite as inconspicuous as possible; but to my conthrill over those three days in F. Mother, like- sternation-and inner delight-young Mr. Winwise, could understand about clothes. We throp sat next to me and, presently, his boyish worked for days preparing for the trip. And we friendliness broke down my reserve and we sponged, pressed, sewed, and fussed, as women talked with growing interest. Afterward, at the will, over the wardrobe that was to go with me. church where the reception was held, Mr. Win

throp stayed at my side. I was in a haze of joy Y traveling dress was gray gaberdine all evening, very conscious of my handsome

with rows of black braid and a black escort and awed by his evident attraction to me. satin girdle. It was so long that I was torn I felt very humble and, at the same time, exalted. between pride in my grown-up appearance and I had never known a man like him. The boys at

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home who took me to church socials and sleighing and I strolled about the pretty little city and parties, had seemed to be just ordinary boys like talked to each other with the impetuosity of my brothers. This evening I was lifted up youth whenever we had a little time. Romance among the stars.

and budding May—a wonderful combination. “Mr. Winthrop told me of his new little The last evening was to close with a program, and church, of the poverty and ignorance that existed Mr. Winthrop was to be one of the speakersin that sandy hill country. And I told him of my the youngest of all those gray preachers, elders, ambition to go through normal school and of how and superintendents. I regarded this as 'the my brothers had worked their way through the perfect culmination of a perfect time. university. He asked

“And late that very if any of them, like

afternoon, Dr. Burdick father, had entered the

sent me word that he ministry. I said 'No,' The Fellow with Plenty of Time and his wife must but that father and By CLARENCE ELMER

hurry home at once. mother hoped that

There was nothing for Donald, who was just

\HERE'S a chap--if you've met him, me to do except swal& sophomore, would you'll never forget him,

low my bitter disapSo full of wild chatter is he. take up that work. I Constantly crowing, “My work keeps a

pointment and accomwas suddenly emboldgrowing!

pany them: I had been ened to ask Mr. Win

Shucks! Let it-that doesn't feeze me!" entrusted to their care. throp why he had Then he'll yank out his "ticker," and, with a I did not even see the

snicker,chosen that profession. Unconsciously making a rhyme

young minister again, He explained that his Say, “Ten, to the second; 'twas later, I

but I left a little note parents had implanted reckoned.

for him with my hostthe idea in his mind Gosh! I've got plenty of time."

It was a stilted when he very

effort to thank him for young; he thought He's always complaining, “Queer, I'm not

being kind to me and that a life dedicated to

gaining
Much on old Bill So and So;

to say good-by. I service was a fine thing. He's getting big money. Seems rather funny

wanted to tell him that I was silent. Un- My pay keeps awfully low.

it nearly broke my accountably I hated to Bill's a swell dresser--a 'social progresser;' heart to miss hearing think of Mr. Winthrop

They call me a 'shabby, old mime,'
Pooh! He's an old slaver, a get-it-done raver.

his address, but I wasting his life as my Fool! When there's plenty of time!"

couldn't express myfather seemed to have

self satisfactorily and wasted his. A queer And so he keeps ranting, blatantly chanting,

finally gave it up. attitude for a preachIdling the moments away.

"What a drab place er's daughter; but I Instead of real working, he's constantly my world was after suffered no illusions re

shirking,
Stealing-not earning-his pay.

that! I began to hate garding the ministry. So while Bill's mounting higher, our friend is

the routine of house I knew that the averin mire

work and church age minister really Up to his neck in its slime.

duties. I was irritated couldn't afford children Not caring or trying, disdainfully crying,

at my father's preoc"Gosh! I've got plenty of time!" —this from actual ex

cupation and my perience that even his

mother's unending pawife would have been

tience. I told myself a luxury if she were not needed as an assistant in that my lot was one of lifelong drudgery. many phases of bis work; that he must live in The days dragged on to the end of summer. I shabby old houses furnished by the parish, and tried to put out of mind the fancies that had that he could barely afford everyday comforts, crept upon me during those few days at F. But much less to study or travel. I remembered pry- the newly awakened woman in me clamored ing, sanctimonious deacons and gossiping women. against fate. I was subject to queer moods, a With a prickle of shame I thought of the worn- deep reserve came over me. In my heart I felt out clothes bestowed upon us by smug parishion- oddly apart from my old self and desires. And ers. I wondered how long Mr. Winthrop's trim then there came a letter. frock-coat would stand the wear and tear, and if "Paul Winthrop hoped that I had not forgotten he could afford a new one when it gave out. him, for he remembered our friendship with the

“The three days of the convention passed in a deepest pleasure. He expected to be in our town whirl of excitement for me. My young minister Thursday and—might he call on me?"

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