Morris tribune., 1892-10-05


live? Why does not the God they say is
n mei So0o 10 "l' nave inei'' ~ ~ CIV N''
This from child of fourteen-a child
who might have made noble, beautiful
woman under proper acknowledgements
my blood run cold.
s'If this lady and myself find you good
home will you not be willing to remain
there?" asked.
She looked at me doubtingly, then said:
-"Mein herr, you look honest and good,
but no one can be trusted. How can ]
trust any one when all is lies and deceit:
No, do not feel like a child only fourteen,
sir, but-but I feel like an old woman, and
wish the good God would kill me'' And
now she broke down, wrung her bony
hands and sobbed as if heart were break
ing
'But you do not wish to stay in PRISON."
said.
ooh, God, mol Oh, there's such a weight
on my heart here! There is nothing but
bad to learn in prison. If they keep me
here I will kill myse1f-that will end it
and I can rest, and the hunger will be
gone" ...
NY lady friend then explained to the girl
that she wished to take her to a good
home, where she would find kind friends,
but she must agree to be bound to remain
with them till she was eighteen.
AT mention of the word 'bound" the
hard expression came into the girls eyes
again, and she said, with half savage
defiance: g. 49,. :.--... ...v-.
ooh, cannot! am not used to decent
people! I will tell you the truth. If was
bound should die If did not run away"
The girl was then removed and my friend
talked to the matron. She told us that
often children of ten or twelve were
brought to her, and that their hard lives
gave them the ways of adults who had
grown weary of life and imbitteredj with
the world. 49,. ...-.. ....... :-..5...... .
Ny friend Mrs. L. talked with Marie, the
girl in the corridor, and so great was her
horror of the prison that the girl got over
her prejudice against being bound, for the
time at least, and consented to go with her.
Marie's release was obtained, and as we
walked toward the Bowery Mrs. i. ex-
planned that she had secured homes for
many girls and that they were now happy
and doing well.
"But don't you think" said the girl in
broken English, sit would be better if
all poor girls were dead?"
MIS-. II. WnlSpeEcu dDOuG kluu OO't
mo, mop burst in Marie. eff God is
good, then there would be no poor, no hun
ger, no suffering!"
Mrs l.. took the girl to her own house
that night and kept her for two days, while
she was making arrangements to have her
sent to good home in the country.
This incident, SO familiar to all who
travel in great city with their eyes open,
impressed me very much. The lights
seemed DINNER and the faces of the little
ones in my own home less light hearted
| and happy that night.
could but think of the millions sent off
| each year to save the heather, when the
children of our own race are growing up
criminal, vicious and goddess in our midst.
And this is our boosted ciyilizationi
Within the shadows of our stately church
es our own heather are dying of want.
Our jails are filled with criminals nur
tured to vice under the Bgis of our law.
At one extremity is the wife of the mil
lionaire, bedecked with jewels and Law
ishing her languid affections on poodle.
At the other extremity is Marie, the rag
picker's daughter, and when she goes
astray for the want of a kind hand to
| guide, the millionaires wife kisses her
poodle and deplores the viciousness of the
poor. ..-.-