Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1909-12-10

Gentle soon arrived. accompanied by
the young diver. Both were intensely
interested in the milionaire's venture
This morning Gentle was off duty,
while Philip had another diving job
to attend TO. Philip went away, first
arranging with Haggleton to meet him
at Chatham square at quarter past
r.
Nor was the morning wasted. Gen
tie put up shelves; Haggleton sorted
out rubbish. Gentle quietly noticed
that Joe was actually busy under the
Jenny helped with suggestions and lit.
tie touches. The fat was beginning
to take on homelike air
AT II O'Clock Haggleton left the fat
to keep his appointment. He was in
excellent spirits.
All" exclaimed Philip as they met,
$50 you came. You're game. all right
Well. lets eat-in here. Keep your
hat ON
They entered a Bowery restaurant
near Chatham square, a battered place
seen through two dusty windows. At
long tables were silent. shifty eyed
men who seemed to sit as far apart
as possible. And they all kept their
hats on and their coat collars turned
up. while hard faced walters moved
among them bawling out orders.
Not bad, that pie declared Haggle-
ton as they came out. Now I'm ready
for anything you can show me, the
worst you can show me-"
Philips face was set. This man
wanted to see poverty and misery.
Very well.
Il know an old lady on Roosevelt
street." he said. who is dying of con,
sumption. Well go there first"
On the way he spoke briefly of the
case. The old lady had no one in the
world to care for her but little grand
daughter eight years old. The child
went to school. so the sick woman was
absolutely alone for hours every day.
And she was so feeble she could
scarcely lift herself from the bed.
Philip turned into a dark hallway
with greasy green walls; they climbed
four flights of stairs to tiny room
at the back. The floor was bare of
covering. and the only furniture was
There was one window, and the walls
We're painted red.
The dying woman lay propped
against pillow. and her thin face
frightened as she saw Philip. No,
she wasn't lonely. and. anyway, Ella
mustn't miss her school. Oh. yes, they
were comfortable enough. Ella didn't
mind sleeping on a blanket-over there
in the corner The rent? Why, $4 a
month. 1t was a nice room. only she
wished the sun coul1 shine in She
loved the sun. There were few
weeks in June when the sun did shine
in, but June was long way off She
closed her eyes YEARLY and lay still.
"Well?" asked Philip.
"There's nothing to say" replied
Haggleton. She's going to die. We're
all going to die
But that child-only eight years
old?"
ITS life," said Haggleton.
The next case was farther down the
street-an Irish longshoreman abou,
thirty-five. who also was nearing his
end-consurnption and cancer of the
. throat. He had been In the hospital,
but had come home for his last days
He wanted to be near the wife and
, the kid-a little fellow of FIVE. playing
about, barefoot, on the cold floor.
The sick man lay in a foul back
room where there was no window. He
J knew that he was dying. but he was
happy to be home again near the wife
and the kid. He was In no pain.
Haggleton beckoned the woman into
the front room and questioned her
1t was exposure to bad weather that
had caused his sickness, not drinking
Did she work herself? Yes; she die
J cleaning
: AS they came away Haggleton dis
cussed this case. What could you ex
pect? There must have been some
, faint in him. A sound man doesn't gel
cancer and consumption. He didn't
Philip didn't. This Irishman was evi
IDENTITY unsound.
Haven't you any pity for an un
sound MANI" protested Philip.
whats the use of pity? An un
sound man is unsound. He's sure tt
perish; better he should The way t.
improve the race is to prune away the
weak and unworthy. That's what pov
erty does"
And the weak ought to perish-yor
really mean thatT'
} Certainly, whether they're weak II