Mrs. Warren's Daughter - A Story of the Woman's Movement by Sir Harry Hamilton Johnston
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asked to see me ... she said her husband was out of work and
refused to give her enough money to provide for all her children, that he had advised her to apply to _you_ for the maintenance of _your_ son! Relying on what you had told me I sent for Bridget and we both told her we had made every enquiry and now refused absolutely to believe in her stories of five years ago--that we were sure you were _not_ the father of her eldest child. Bridget, for example, believed the postman was its father. Jenny burst into tears, and as she did not persist in her claim my heart was moved, and I gave her ten shillings, but told her _pretty plainly_ that if she ever made such a claim again I should go to the police. You should have heard Bridget defending you! _Such_ a champion. If you want a witness to character for your references you should call _her_! She is loud in your praise. _October_ 22. There is one thing I want to tell you; and it is easier to write it than say it. Your mother did not die when you were three years old--much worse: she left me--ran away with an engineer who was tracing out the branch railway. He seemed a nice young fellow and I had him often up at the Vicarage, and _that_ was the way he repaid my hospitality! He wrote to me a year afterwards asking me to divorce her. As though a Clergyman of the Church of England could do such a thing! I had offered to take her back--not then--it would have been a mockery--but by putting advertisements into the South Wales papers. But after her paramour's letter--which I did not |
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