The Island of Faith
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Title: The Island of Faith
Author: Margaret E. Sangster
Release Date: August 25, 2004 [EBook #13282]
Language: English
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The Island of Faith
By MARGARET E. SANGSTER
1921
To M's M and Chance
Contents
I. INTRODUCING--THE SETTLEMENT HOUSE
II. THE QUARREL
III. CONCERNING IDEALS
IV. THE PARK
V. ROSE-MARIE COMES TO THE RESCUE
VI. "THERE'S NO PLACE--"
VII. A LILY IN THE SLUMS
VIII. ANOTHER QUARREL
IX. AND ANOTHER
X. MRS. VOLSKY PROMISES TO TRY
XI. BENNIE COMES TO THE SETTLEMENT HOUSE
XII. AN ISLAND
XIII. ELLA MAKES A DECISION
XIV. PA STEPS ASIDE
XV. A SOLUTION
XVI. ENTER--JIM
XVII. AN ANSWER
XVIII. AND A MIRACLE
XIX. AND THE HAPPY ENDING
I
INTRODUCING--THE SETTLEMENT HOUSE
There is a certain section of New York that is bounded upon the north
by Fourteenth Street, upon the south by Delancy. Folk who dwell in it
seldom stray farther west than the Bowery, rarely cross the river that
flows sluggishly on its eastern border. They live their lives out, with
something that might be termed a feverish stolidity, in the dim crowded
flats, and upon the thronged streets.
To the people who have homes on Central Park West, to the frail
winged moths who flutter up and down Broadway, this section does not
exist. Its poor are not the picturesque poor of the city's Latin quarter, its
criminals seldom win to the notoriety of a front page and inch-high
headlines; it almost never produces a genius for the world to smile
upon--its talent does not often break away from the undefined, but none
the less certain, limits of the district.
It is curious that this part of town is seldom featured in song or story,
for it is certainly neither dull nor unproductive of plot. The tenements
that loom, canyon-like, upon every side are filled to overflowing with
human drama; and the stilted little parks are so teeming with romances,
of a summer night, that only the book of the ages would be big enough
to hold them--were they written out! Life beats, like some great wave,
up the dim alleyways--it breaks, in a shattered tide, against rock-like
doorways. The music of a street band, strangely sweet despite its
shrillness, rises triumphantly above the tumult of pavement vendors,
the crying of babies, the shouting of small boys, and the monotonous
voices of the womenfolk.
In almost the exact center of this district is the Settlement House--a
brown building that is tall and curiously friendly. Between a great
hive-like dwelling place and a noisy dance-hall it stands valiantly, like
the soldier of God that it is! And through its wide-open doorway come
and go the girls who will gladly squander a week's wage for a bit of
satin or a velvet hat; the shabby, dull-eyed women who, two years
before, were care-free girls themselves; the dreamers--and the ones
who have never learned to dream. For there is something about the
Settlement House--and about the tiny group of earnest people who are
the heart of the Settlement House--that is like a warm hand, stretched
out in welcome to the poor and the needy, to the halt in body and the
maimed in soul, and to the casual passer-by.
II
THE QUARREL
"They're like animals," said the Young Doctor in the tone of one who
states an indisputable fact. "Only worse!" he added.
Rose-Marie laid down the bit of roll that she had been buttering and
turned reproachful eyes upon the Young Doctor.
"Oh, but they're not," she cried; "you don't understand, or you wouldn't
talk that way. You don't understand!"
Quite after the maddening fashion of men the doctor did not answer
until he had consumed, and appreciatively, the last of the roll he was
eating. And then--
"I've been here quite as long as you have, Miss Thompson," he
remarked, a shade too gently.
The Superintendent raised tired eyes from her plate. She was little and
slim and gray, this Superintendent; it seemed almost as though the
slums had drained from her the life and colour.
"When you've been working in this section for twenty years," she said
slowly, "you'll realize that nobody can ever understand. You'll realize
that we all have animal traits--to a certain extent. And you'll realize that
quarrelling isn't
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