The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1886-07-10
ON A SIDE STREET.
BY SARAH K. BOLTON.

BY ShRAH X. bOLlUN.
AZ think I'll call on the new people who
have moved on to Denver street." said
Israel CORTLAND, as he slipped his coffee
one morning at his handsome breakfast
table.
"Now. Israel, feared you would ask
me to do that, you are SO democratic
Mrs. Waite may be nice enough wo-
man, but can't call on everybody III the
township. If I called on people on the
eide streets, how long should L be re-
ceived into good society,"
"Well, as for that" laughed good Mr..
Courtland. 81 should make a society for
myself. I can't understand why women
are so fastidicus about streets. If the
world were to have looked at our home
forty years ago, Mary, they would have
seen us as poor children, living on side
streets. Beside, Mrs. Waite has joined
your church, and it seems to me If be-
Ionred TO denomination which processes
brotherhood I would show it by my
works"
eve don't profess social equality when
we Join church. IL Mrs. Waite were
very i'll, of course should go over and
offer to help. She seems to me to be
very unwise woman. Why, she is send
ing her daughter Helen, about the same
age as our Belle, to the high school,
while. she actually takes in washing from
some of the neighbors to let the girl be ed
ucated. She would do better to work In
some family and so help her mother"
.'The woman don't look unhappy, wife,
and if she prefers to educate her daugh-
ter, why, what's to hin der? My theory is
to let people get all the education posi-
BILE. People of sense never get above
work, educated or uneducated, and igno-
rance never makes good citizenship.
Who knows but Helen may do as well in
the world as our BELIEF"
"How absurd, Mr.. CourtlandF' She
always called him "Mr., when she was
becoming annoyed by his "high moral
philosophy" as she called it. He had
married his bright ambitious wife with an
expressed determination to make her
happy, and, whether Intentionally or not,
she had acquired the power which early
love gives one person over another.
She managed to do as she liked, and
quite often managed to have Mr.. Court
land do as she liked.
A very successful manufacturer, he
had been most indulgent husband and
father. He was fond of Belle, a self-will-
ed girl like her mother; but his heart
conferred in his only son, Henry, prom
ising lad of twelve, like his father, gener-
GUS, unwilling to bicker about little mat
ters, and frank and open as flowers that
bask in the sunshine.
The subject of calling on Mrs. Waite
was dropped, and Mrs. CORTLAND thought
no more about it. Belle had no further
desire than her mother to call upon the
child of a woman who washed, but Henry,
possibly from sympathy with his father,
resolved to know Mrs. Waite's only son,
fatherless and near his own age. A warm
friendship sprang up between them.
Father" he said one day, 81 have
given my bicycle to Arthur Waite. You
know he hasn't any father to buy him
one, and he always looks so hungry at
nine"
swell, my con, how will you get anoth-
er?' said the fond parent.
81 expect to ask my father" SAID the
brown-eyed, noble broWed boy. Don't
you think III get one?" he said archly,
slipping both hands round Mr.. Court
lands arm.
"Well, Harry, between you and your
mother, it is wonder l have any money
left" and he kissed the radiant, upturned
face.
A month later, when the mellow Octo-
Der days came, and the family had just
returned from the seaside, Henry was
stricken with diphtheria. Arthur, who of
course had missed his playmate, for
there was no bracing sea air for the poor
woman's son, was like one benumbed by
some dreadful shock when he heard the
news. He fingered by the window of
the sick room, gathered great armsful of
wild flowers in the country and laid them
on the broad door-steps of the mansion;