The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1889-04-21
II. -KILBRAIrH's POSITION.

whom he managed with great success
summoned by a little note, he would NEE
the young lady in her own dainty sitting
room, but with q careless or sometime
with stern air. One morning, when sh,
had sent for him as usual, he crossed DR.
Naseby, who was just leaving the house
then nearly stumbled over a huge baske
OF orchids bearing Charlie Bonds card
| which made him little sterner that morn
ing than ever before. Kathleen, afte
talking guild for while, remarked, "Niis
| Van Coyte is going TO marry Mr.. Forshay
the young poet"
u hope, said Kilbraith, "that Forsha,
has something beside his poetry to offer al
oil kings daughter. She has been brought
up to esteem, ii not money ITSELF the quail
J tues that go TO money making. She'll mis-.
the entertainment OF buying brlc-a-bn,t
ana seeing tho world, so TO speak, from
her own carriage windows"
"Oh, said Kathleen, trying to command
an easy air, and playing with the tassel al
her girdle, "she has plenty of money.
they can buy bric-a-brac together"
What" exclaimed Kilbraith. "do Won
suppose that man who pretends to any
self respect can live on his wife's fortune
take his ease in his wife's house, order his
wile's coachman, pay his tailor and his
halter with his wife's dollars?'
But" taltered Kathleen, twisting the
tassel hard. perhaps Miss Van Coyte
thinks his good qualities more than nm
offset for her miserable money!"
mo matter what the wife thinks. Can A
man be despised by her oil-king father,
made the butt OF her oil-worshippins
brothers, the slur OF her mother and sis.
tersf Or, worse, can he bear 10 feel they
veil their contempt With patronizing kind
ness?"
"ohl' cried Kathleen, in helpless pro-
test, and lot the tassol fall.
q And then to have the men AZ the
club, kilbraith went on, holly, &" say 10
him, when they're confdentially drunk,
'lial you hung mp your hat, old fellow.
No"-and he brought his hand down in
emphasis on the back OF an unohending
little Empire chair-"I'd let my love for a
rich woman, II had 1t, eat my heart out
before I'd so degrade my manhood as 10
either drag her 10 my level or force my.
self TO hers"
DO you esteem money so seryilely.
them" said Miss Bryce, that you hold IL
determines any ones level?''
Esteem money? No." cried Kilbraith,
"but too Foshay, for instance. the pos.
session Of il would bring the only proof he
could possibly offer that he was not mis-.
cradle cad. For money itself, | despise
it." Then, with his usual readiness TO
iibe at any weakness orinconsisiency. eyon
in himself, he added, 81 despss II, and
yet wish had II.
why don't YOU make money, then?'
asked Kathleen, lightly.
make money!" he repeated, echoing
the tone. aye godsl hear Opucnce ar
rdigning Indigenccl Is money found In
the cutters, or plucked like daises in the
iield2 Why, what do you learn OF the re-.
lations Of toll and wage from the jux,apo.
siiion OF the words In the appeals OF chart
table associations? To be told that the
necdle-woman's hard labor from sunrise 10
midnight can procure her only so many
cents . day Is n certain shock; bot never
having felt the bitter punishment OF the
pas that Is Just enough TO make never.
ceasing toll imperative and possible, you
can never understand IT, You can never
understand even the full meaning OF toll
the constant squirting Of the faded frame;
the impossbiliiy, from cradle to grave, OF
ever knowing n fair rest or recuperation;
the deathly mental disgust nj the daily re-.
curing strain. You know OF all this about
as much ~ the bird that has wings TO skim
the ocean knows OF the suiIerings OF the
poor shipwreckcd creatures who, lacking
such wings, struggle, shrek, and 60 down
In the black waters"
Miss Byrce bent her head aud watched
him, with a hali-scarod inieniness, from
under her brows
Yes" lac continued, ION the smooth
faces OF your class there Is no trace OF the
pinching Of want, Of the hardening o. toll,
the unrest OF temptation, the deiOrmity Of
guilt; and when you try 10 help the poor,
the slraying the fallen, they shrink away
because there Is no voice Of kinship in the
appeal"
GLOW have you learned 80 well, then"
said Mis-. Bryce, very softly, ito talk to
these pcopleY'
kilbmiih for a moment turned his head
away; then, clinching hand over the
little chair that stood near, he looked rich,
dainty, lovely Miss Bryce straight in tho
face and answered:
81 learned through struggling up, oneoi
eight ialhoTlcss youngsters; through seeing
my widowed mothers hands hard from
toll; through graphing. God knows how,
an education; through working at all
trades. anything that would bring
pay; through dreaming day and night, Of
some field In which 10 exercise literary
facility OF which had become conscious
through fighting my way 10 a great center,
and there being robutcd at every turn;
lastly. through walking the streets Of New
York starving. Yes, Miss Bryce, | re.
member this house well. | have often
walked, q shivoring, half-clnd, literally
starving creature, past your very door"
Kathleen had listened without moving,
but her bent face had grown pale. When
kilbraith sprang up, as II with the change
Of attitude 10 change the conversation, she
made OBTAINING gesture. "Whero are
your iamily?"
"oh," answered Kilbraith, lightly, "my
mother n In Texas. look after her rs
best can, and after the brothers and sis.
tens who are at school or at work. We
are scattered all over the West Some OF
the omigraiing generation starved 10 death,
| believe, here In the East, for | never
heard Of q kilbraith that was reasonably
sure OF his next weeks dinners. The
most promising Of the tribe today II but
lately omancipaled from common news
paper reporting now a journalist Of some
small promise, and budding magizinist
lie Is gaunl and sandy, like his clan, thir-
~ years old, by name Kenneth Elme Kill
braith, very much nj your service. Now
something too much Of this Where
shall | order the plants for the guild2"
Miss Bryce rose aud said, "I'll 70 with
you" aud In few minutes they were
walking down Fifth avenue together. Al