The Grange advance., 1874-08-19

81, Mrs! Kilbride, and viii YOU tbn,xr
him i = bottle of ,soothin' syrup,' saws
she. - His mothers last eift sooths,,
him in good sooth, as perhaps it was
her intention it should. + One unfort,,
nate complication about the little fal.
lows fate should perhaps be MENTION
ed. A prominent Protestant Episcona,
minister, one of the few who bounds his
visits to the sick and dying by no con-
siderations for his own safety, aided
and befriended the poor woman. and
buried her child, and thereby had his
name dragged into q newspaper account
OF the matter in a most uniustifable
fashion.
1t is now something over week apo
that Mrs. KAbride took charge Of Cha1-
ley and took him to her home at 500
West Nineteeth street. For Sc a
month she rents basement-room with
two windows and a little foul back
room with none. In tho back room
she and her children and the husband
sleep in one steaming pile of noisome
blankets, filthy sheets, and reekine
mattress, to say the least possible of the
sleepets. The, only substitute for a
cradle the place has is a broken wheel
ed perambulator, stuffed with a feather
pillow, which, to all appearance, has
not been touched during all the month
it has been the only bed, day and night.
of the two halfnaked infants in Mrs.
Kilbride's care. A bureau, q chair or
two, and a lounge-that is all the fur
niture. By all Mrs. Kilbride's accounts
she had a very hard time with the poor
little thing. Here was young child,
not week old, taken from its own
mothers breast, and brought to alien
food which nature had been for 8 months
preparing for a mature child; no won
der it sickened, and its mouth grew
ore till the foster mother feared for
the safety Of other children committed.
to her care, and her own health if she
allowed its wan, wasted lips to touch.
her bosom. ''Sure an it didn't act
dacint like, but it just dhrew it's less
right and cried and squealed an nivver:
stopped, the little divvil, day OF noight,
but just went crying an squealing, an
John Kilbride he puts his bed in the
hall and says he, .Nivver a wink
will l get, Kate, till ye take that
yelling child to Mrs. Dorian -
sure, he says, says he, 'Nivver Will L
come Until the room till he goes back::'''
The last threat brought Mrs. Kilbride.
to her senses, and she rose and bundled
the poor wailing thing, not fortnight.
old, under her shawl and set out for
Mrs. Dorran's. There she was prompt
ly turned out Of the house and sent
about her business. Had she not re-
ceived weeks pay in advance, indie--
nantly asked Mr.. Dorian, and was she
to come back with the duty half done.
and throw the responsibility of the.
child's death on her betterst There
was no help for it, and terrified at hav-
ing another death to answer for, the
woman took little Charlie to doctor
on her way back. He prescribed, with
a glance at the little one. for diarrhoea.
which the child hadn't, and paid no
attention to the hunger, which had al.
ready carried the child beyond the line
where either food or medicine
could help it. She carried the child
back, and tried the soothing syrup.
again, and, as it failed hour by hour
in her dread she conquered ever her
fear of the poor cankered mouth, and
to quote:
Il hope God Almighty may be mer-
ciful to me and me b. Us, mine and the
one love better nor me own, because
with good heart gave the child
suck, and afraid all the time of his.
mouth sore all through
&1t was too late even for this to save
it, and Friday night ''the crying babv
bad luck to him, and John Kilbride~
he hadn't slept for two nights--an' he
was in me arms an a-squealin' less and
me in this chair, which I give So for
next door, and then he grew quiet like,
and John says, says he, kate, the brat
is dead;' and he was" The first thing
in need then was burial certificate.
Ind Kate Kilbride started up, and.
laying the poor naked body Of the
dead child on the lounge, went to
the doctor who had attended it to OBJ
tain one. But Charley had unwittinelv
debt in his lifetime for
medical attendance, and As the only
chance Of securing the small sum the
Doctors wife (she kept her husbands
accounts) refused point blank to fur
nish certificate till tho money was
forthcoming: Very little difficulty is
made about burying babies where their
own mothers have dosed them to death
with soothing syrup. But this matter
Of baby's being dosed BY somebody
who was not its mother had to be look
I'd into. So the little slumbering form.
vas kept all Saturday and part Of Sun
Jay IN that low basement room where.
meanwhile four children were laughing.