“Am I not right?” cried the boy wildly. “Have I not spoken the truth?”
“I don't know,” the doctor answered. “It is too hard a question for me to answer. I only know that I do not feel such things to be in my province; and I will not have anything to do with them.”
“But, doctor, you are the representative of the church!”
“Yes. And I must attend to the affairs of the church.”
“But is it no affair of the church that the people are being robbed?”
There was no reply.
“You give out charity!” protested Samuel.
“You pretend to try to help the poor! And I bring you cases, and you confess that you can't help them—because there are too many. And you couldn't tell how it came to be. But here I show you—I prove to you what makes the people poor! They are being robbed—they are being trampled upon! Their own government has been stolen from them, and is being used to cheat them! And you won't lift your voice to help!”
“There is nothing that I can do, Samuel!” cried the clergyman wildly.
“But there is! There is! You won't try! You might at least withdraw your help from these criminals!”