The Island of Faith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 133 pages of information about The Island of Faith.

The Island of Faith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 133 pages of information about The Island of Faith.
loved each other, and played Pollyanna when things went wrong.  And you wore white frocks and blue sashes whenever there was a lawn party or a sociable.”  He paused, perhaps for breath, and then—­“I’m different,” he said; “I struggled for my education; it was always the survival of the fittest with me.  I worked my way through medical school.  I had my hospital experience in Bellevue and on the Island—­most of my patients were the lowest of the low.  I’ve tried to cure diseased bodies—­but I’ve left diseased minds alone.  Diseased minds have been out of my line.  Perhaps that’s why I’ve come through with an ideal of life that’s slightly different from your sunshine and apple blossoms theory!”

“Oh,” Rose-Marie was half sobbing, “oh, you’re so hard!”

The Young Doctor faced her suddenly and squarely.  “Why did you come here,” he cried, “to the slums?  Why did you come to work in a Settlement House?  What qualifications have you to be a social service worker, you child?  What do you know of the meaning of service, of life?”

Rose-Marie’s voice was earnest, though shaken.

“I came,” she answered, “because I love people and want to help them.  I came because I want to teach them to think beautiful thoughts, to have beautiful ideals.  I came because I want to show them the God that I know—­and try to serve—­” she faltered.

The Young Doctor laughed—­but not pleasantly.

“And I,” he said, “came to make their bodies as healthy as possible.  I came because curing sick bodies was my job—­not because I loved people or had any particular faith in them.  Prescribing to criminals and near-criminals isn’t a reassuring work; it doesn’t give one faith in human nature or in human souls!”

The Superintendent had been forgotten.  But her tired voice rose suddenly across the barrier of speech that had grown high and icy between the Young Doctor and Rose-Marie.

“You both came,” she said, and she spoke in the tone of a mother of chickens who has found two young and precocious ducklings in her brood, “you both came to help people—­of that I’m sure!”

Rose-Marie started up, suddenly, from the table.

“I came,” she said, as she moved toward the door that led to the hall, “to make people better.”

“And I,” said the Young Doctor, moving away from the table toward the opposite side of the room and another door, “I came to make them healthier!” With his hand on the knob of the door he spoke to the Superintendent.

“I’ll not be back for supper,” he said shortly, “I’ll be too busy.  Giovanni Celleni is out of jail again, and he’s thrown his wife down a flight of stairs.  She’ll probably not live.  And while Minnie Cohen was at the vaudeville show last night—­developing her soul, perhaps—­her youngest baby fell against the stove.  Well, it’ll be better for the baby if it does die!  And there are others—­” The door slammed upon his angry back.

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