The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-26
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CHAPTER 5
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 Young Rankin was a fluent talker That he dealt in glittering generaii. ties, and that many of his statements could not be backed up by facts, did not occur to his listeners. Girls just emerging from a fashionable finish ing school are not supposed to know much of how the other half" lives, and any assertions that the self styled reformer made sounded to them like ex-cathedra utterances.
 Once Mary Dallas did ask him just how he hoped to conduct his cam paign for justice to the underdog.
 You've touched tender spot" he explained. q can do so little be- cause of lack of funds. Were l a tions and expose abuses of which the upper classes never dream. That is the trouble with rich people. Their having money blunts their sympa- thies'
 "Oh. I don't think so" Winifrcd tried to protest.
 But he soon convinced her that he was right. He challenged her to name a single rich man who ever went among the riff-raff of society as a friend,
 Not" he explained. that blame men for not doing that kind of work If they dislike it-but they might at least hand over to some of the rest of us the money that we need to change conditions that we. at least, recognize. But, no-they shut their eyes, so our hands are tied"
 He had deep and pleasant voice. He had also the breeding eyes of the dreamer. He had taken off his hat. and. as he talked he ran his hand over his mop of dark hair, brushing it back from his high, white fore head. He looked like an artist, the girl unused. At times there was She wondered if he were poor-if that was why he could sympathize with men less fortunate than him. self.
 As if reading her thoughts, he be- gan to talk of the aims he had had as boy.
 T was to have been an artist" he said and I planned to go to Paris to study. Then"--he hesitated as if trying to steady his voice--"we met with reverses. My parents died. I was left with Estelle, my little sis ter, whom you knew here. l wanted to give her the best that I could. That was why I brought her to this high priced school-so that she could see something of the best people. It has not been easy to keep her here, but I have done it. She does not know that l have educated her at the price of my own art career. Now she has gone back home. She will live with my aunt there. Later she may get position as a teacher, or she may marry. In any case, I must support her until she marries or be- comes supporting.
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 Then you have position in New York, of course?"
 Practical Mary Dallas asked the question.
 "Yes. Nes-I have" he replied has, tily. Tt is not especially remunera- tive. nor the sort of position that one with my aims would seek for him self, but it does bring me into con tact with those whom I would help"
 It was all very sad Winifred thought. The impression he had made upon her earlier in the day whom she had talked with him was intensified as she sat gazing out musical voice.
 The last day at school is always more or less depressing. With to- morrow new phase of life was to begin for Winifred Scott. She felt that she had no especial work to do in the world. She longed to be Of use to someone. Her father did not really need her. If she were only plan. she, too. could be some sort of a reformer, As it was, might she eot do something even in a small way tc help on this mans work among the poor and doWntrodden?
 She could promise nothing. She was so ignorant of her fathers af- fairs that she did not know if he was what the world would consider rich. She dared not ask him. Some time she w uld ask Donald Muir