Under the Skylights by Henry Blake Fuller
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hope or promise or prospect of it. There was his father too--that good
gray elder who had done so much faithful work, yet had so little to show for it, who had fished all day and had caught next to nothing, who had given four years out of his young life to the fight for freedom only to see the reward so shamefully fall elsewhere.... Abner evoked here a fanciful figure of Palmer Pence himself, whom he knew in a general way to be high up in some monstrous Trust. He saw a prosperous, domineering man who with a single turn of the hand had swept together a hundred little enterprises and at the same time had swept out a thousand of the lesser fry into the wide spaces of empty ruin, and who had insolently settled down beside his new machine to catch the rain of coins minted for him from the wrongs of an injured and insulted people.... Abner accepted in awkward silence Mrs. Pence's liberal and fluent praise of _The Rod of the Oppressor_,--aside from his deep-seated indignation he had not yet mastered any of those serviceable phrases by means of which such a volley may be returned; but he found words when she presently set foot in the roomy field of the betterment of local conditions. What she had in mind, it appeared, was a training-school--it might be called the Pence Institute if it went through--and she was ready to listen to any one who was likely to encourage her with hints or advice. "So much energy, so much talent going to waste, so many young people tumbling up anyhow and presently tumbling over--all for lack of thorough and systematic training," she said, across her own broad bosom. "I know of but one training that is needed," said Abner massively: "the training of the sense of social justice--such training of the public conscience as will insist upon seeing that each and every freeman gets an even chance." |
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