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Drusilla with a Million

Chapter XVII
"Come right on to the stoop, Dr. Eaton, and let's set down and cool off. I'm real
het up."
Drusilla settled down in a big porch rocker and fanned herself with the paper in
her hand.
"Now let's talk, and you tell me all about it. What did you say that last club was
we was to? You been a-takin' me to so many places lately that I fergit their
names."
"That was the big Socialists Club."
"Socialists--yes, that's what you called it. Ain't them got something to do with
dynamite bombs and blowin' up people and things?"
Dr. Eaton laughed.
"No; you are thinking of Nihilists or Anarchists. These people are very mild; they
only have ideas how to run the old world in a new way, and they are especially
interested in the question of labor and capital."
"Well, they've idees enough, if that's all they need. But it seems to me, Dr. Eaton,
that these people are all going at it wrong-end-to. Instid of workin' with people in
bunches, they want to take 'em man by man and git a little of the old-fashioned
religion into each one singly. There's two commandments give us to live by. One
is, we should love God; the other is to love our neighbor as ourself. Now, if each
one got that second command planted deep in his heart, the hired man'd do his
work as it ought to be done, and the man who hires him'd pay him right--so there
wouldn't be no need of Socialists or Unions or dynamite bombs. No, you can't
make people do the right thing by laws, and you can't put love in their hearts by
meetings and committees and talk. Each man must git it for himself and then he'll
do the square thing because he wants to, not 'cause he's forced to. You can
make laws against thievin' and build prisons to put men in who steal, but if you
don't change a man's heart, if he wants to be a thief he'll find some way o' doin'
it--prisons or no prisons."
She was silent a few moments; then she chuckled softly to herself.
"I wanted to laugh when you introduced me as a woman who wanted to give
away a million dollars. Why, I thought fer a minute I'd be run down, if one was to
judge by their eyes. But they kind of caamed down when they learnt I wanted to
find a way to leave it in my will so's it'd do the most good, instead of givin' it away
right there in five-dollar bills. By the looks of a lot of 'em they could 'a' used it right
then in gettin' a hair cut and a good meal of vittles."
"Yes; some of them do look rather lank and hungry; but there are some very
clever men among them."
"They certainly talked a lot. Who was that young man who talked so much and
then got me into a corner. He was kind o' wild-eyed."
"That's Swinesky, a Russian Jew."
"A Roosian! I always heerd tell that them Roosians know what to do with other
people's money--and a Jew too! Well--well--and I got away without spending
 
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