CHAPTER V

Something at last became real to me: that was the misery of the poor. It

seemed sadder than anything else in the world, except the misery of

their benefactors. I could hardly tell whether, in this great tragedy of

poverty, it was actor or spectator who suffered most.

I saw on the one side hunger, sin, ignorance, and they weighed down upon

me like a nightmare. I became familiar with the crowded quarters of the

city, where the population was nine hundred to the acre. I knew the

inside of great shops, where women worked and starved on two dollars a

week.

On the other side I saw brave attempts to help, that were yet half

futile. There were charities, religious and secular; relief-giving

societies, working into the hands of general organizations; there were

settlements among the poor. But they all fought against frightful odds.

The lot of many who were trying to help was to look and suffer,

impotently.

A kind of morbid fascination drew me continually to the foreign

quarters. I liked the picturesqueness of the crowded streets, where

women in gay head-dresses chattered, holding their babies in their arms.

I liked the alley-ways lined with old-clothes shops, and the corners

where Russians, Italians, Germans, Jews congregated, talking, laughing,

quarrelling. The quaint children in old-world garments interested me;

and the aged, wrinkled faces of men and women roused often a feeling of

remembrance, as if I had known them somewhere, in book or picture.

The most crowded district was near the sea. A broad thoroughfare called

Traffic Street skirted the city at the water edge. On the outer side

were enormous warehouses and dock-yards; on the inner, tall tenements.

Looking between the great buildings, I caught sudden glimpses of blue

water, with my old friends, the white sea-gulls, floating overhead. And

often, in coming down rickety tenement-house steps, from scenes that

left me sick and faint, the sight of tall masts of ships thrilled me

with their inevitable suggestion of freedom and escape.

I had begun to feel that the misery of it was greater than I could bear.

Then suddenly the Lad appeared.

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