“My object in calling upon you I will briefly state. A year ago my
husband died. Up to that time I had never known the want of anything
that money could buy. He was a merchant of this city, and supposed to
be in good circumstances. But he left an insolvent estate; and now, with
five little ones to care for, educate, and support, I have parted with
nearly my last dollar, and have not a single friend to whom I can look
for aid.”
There was a deep earnestness and moving pathos in the tones of the
woman's voice, that went to my heart. She paused for a few moments,
overcome with her feelings, and then resumed:--
“One in an extremity like mine, sir, will do many things from which,
under other circumstances she should shrink. This is my only excuse for
troubling you at the present time. But I cannot see my little family in
want without an effort to sustain them; and, with a little aid, I see
my way clear to do so. I was well educated, and feel not only competent,
but willing to undertake a school. There is one, the teacher of which
being in bad health, wishes to give it up, and if I can get the means to
buy out her establishment, will secure an ample and permanent income for
my family. To aid me, sir, in doing this, I now make an appeal to you. I
know you are able, and I believe you are willing to put forth your hand
and save my children from want, and, it may be, separation.”
The woman still remained closely veiled; I could not, therefore, see her
face. But I could perceive that she was waiting with trembling suspense
for my answer. Heaven knows my heart responded freely to her appeal.
“How much will it take to purchase this establishment?” I inquired.
“Only a thousand dollars,” she replied.