the matter settled on the ground of justice and mercy; it ought not to take long to settle what is just to all parties.
Justice to all!
Let us stand on that.
There is one deeply interested party, however, of whom we have heard nothing.
He cannot speak for himself; I am here to speak for him:, the infant!”
The effect was electrical.
In an instant the tired audience, the dull or dogged or angry debaters, woke to a new interest, a new spirit.
No farmer so rough, no middle-man so keen, no legislator so apathetic, but felt the thrill.
In a silence charged with deepest feeling all listened as to a prophetess, as, step by step, she unfolded the case of the infant as against farmers and dealers.
As Arthur Dehon Hill, counsel for the Pure Milk Association
, led her from the room, he said, “Mrs. Howe
, you have saved the day!”
This incident was still in her mind on her ninetyfirst birthday, a few days later.
“My parlors are full of beautiful flowers and other gifts, interpreted by notes expressive of much affection, and telegrams of the same sort.
What dare I ask for more?
Only that I may do something in the future to deserve all this love and gratitude.
I have intended to deserve it all and more.
Yet, when in thought I review my life, I feel the waste and loss of power throa want of outlook.
Like many another young person, I did not know what my really available gifts were.
Perhaps the best was a feeling of what I may call ‘the sense of the moment,’ which led a French friend to say of me: “Mme. Howe
possede le mot a un degree remarquable.”