A Crooked Path eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 619 pages of information about A Crooked Path.

A Crooked Path eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 619 pages of information about A Crooked Path.

“Do not give yourself the trouble; I really do not want anything, nor will I take anything beyond a cup of tea.”  Bertie drew a chair beside Katherine, asked what she was reading, and talked a little about the news of the day.  Then he fell into silence, his eyes fixed on the fire, a very grave expression stilling his face.

“What are you thinking of?” asked his sister.  “What misery have you been steeping yourself in to-day?”

“Misery indeed,” he echoed.  Then, meeting Katherine’s eyes fixed upon him, he smiled.  “Of course I see misery every day,” he continued, “but I don’t like to trouble you with too much of it.  To-day I met with an unusually hard case, and I am going to ask you for some help toward righting it.”

“Tell me what you want,” said Katherine.

“Are you sure the story is genuine?” asked Miss Payne.

“I am quite sure.  I went into Bow Street Police Court to-day, intending to speak to the sitting magistrate about some children respecting whom he had asked for information, when I was attracted by the face of a woman who was being examined; she was poorly clad, but evidently respectable—­like a better class of needle-woman.  I never saw a face express such despair.  It seemed she had been caught in the act of stealing two loaves from the shop of a baker.  The poor creature did not deny it.  Her story was that she had been for some years a widow; that she had supported herself and two children by needle-work and machine-work.  Illness had impoverished her and diminished her connection, other workers having been taken on in her absence.  In short she had been caught in that terrible maelstrom of misfortune from which no one can escape without a helping hand.  Her sewing machine was seized for rent; one article after another of furniture and clothes went for food; at last nothing was left.  She roamed the city, reduced to beg at last, and striving to make up her mind to go to the workhouse, the cry of the hungry children she had left in her ears.  At several bakers’ shops she had petitioned for food and had been refused.  At last, entering one while the shop-girl’s back was turned, she snatched a couple of small loaves and rushed out into the arms of a policeman, who had seen the theft through the window.”

“And would the magistrate punish her for this?” asked Katherine, eagerly.

“He must.  Theft is theft, whatever the circumstances that seem to extenuate it.  Nothing, no need, gives a right to take what does not belong to you.  But, for all that, I am certain the poor creature has been honest hitherto, and deserves help.  She is committed to prison for stealing, and I promised her I would look to her children; so I have been to see them, and took them to the Children’s Refuge that you were kind enough to subscribe to, Miss Liddell.  To-morrow we must do what we can for the mother.  I imagine it is worse than death to her to be put in prison.”

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