The Press., 1893-04-27
Number 4.


 At this juncture, voices were heard out side: Goodnight, MT. Bosworth, have had delightful evening""
 "Thank you. Good night, Miss Stan- ley."
 The door bell rang, and the next min- ute MT. Stanley let in his rosy checked daughter.
 A medium-sized, brown-eyed young lady, about twenty-five years of age, a graduate of Mount Holyoke, quite an ex- tensive traveller, well-bred, fluent talk CT, typical Chicago business woman, and sweet christian, describes her very we'll. As she stands there, for she is too excited over her skating to sit down, one cannot help but be thankful that the girl of to-day, in all her physical beauty and development, is getting away from the bonds and strictures which enveloped her grandmothers.
 To MT. lilly, with his English notions, she is quite study, and for the rest of the evening he has neither eyes nor ears for any one save her who, two hours be- fore, he had included in the general term, "silly girl"
 After giving racy description of the evenings fun, with one of her abrupt transitions, she said: "Maud Brayton and two others are on duty tonight, and tomorrow night it is my turn"
 To Mrs. Fitch's look of inquiry she ex- plained that on Thursday evenings, for two years, she had, with two others, taken her "turn" at the newsboys' home on South Clark street-that black hole of Chicago. They let the boys pay ten cents week, so that each felt he had sort of ownership in it. There was reading room and a game-room. The little fel- lows always seemed delighted when they saw tho teacher" coming, for then they knew it was time to open the doors.
 'How late do you keep open?" inquir- ed Mrs. Fitch.
 "Oh, half-past ten, eleven, twelve, son etimes it is nearly one o'clock before we close. You see many of them have nowhere else to go, except the saloons, when we shut them out, and some one is always sure to beg. us to keep open just a little longer"
 Mrs. Fitch, in her good-natured way, was always ready to moralize, and turn. ing to Mrs. Stanley she said: 'It seems to me that your daughter is living ex >la hot o,I 11n l,< newest idea in philanthropy-th giving of one's self" II say, Stanley" began MT. lilly, 'i seems to me that your daughter is liv ing example of my pet theory on persona work ?
 'I know your ideas on that subject, flashed Miss Mamie back with vigor "but I wish to say that if these legalizec traps for men were done away with 1T this city, my boys would have homes o their own instead of having to depend up on us to provide transient shelter" Without needing her remark, MT. Tilly put in the plea: "May go with you to- morrow night? You know that I an making study of some of your socia problems this winter"
 In careless tone she replied: "Oh yes, if you wish, but am afraid you will find it rather disagreeable place for one of your fastidious habits. My boys arc not always the cleanest in the world"
 The next evening he was there at the appointed hour. They took carettt which jolted them along past the beauti ful residence portion of the city, on and on past hurrying crowds, past saloons and decorated windows, past all sorts of signs guaranteeing amusements within. Miss Mamie finally signaled the driver to stop and they climbed out, still several blocks from their destination. They hurried along over the slippery walks, sometimes jostled by drunken man or woman, near ly every door passed being saloon ol some vile den. It scarcely seemed possi ble to Mir. lilly, accustomed as he was tc the ways of the world, that so much sir and degradation could be not only toler ated but condoned in christian Ameri can city. His ideas on personal work were expanding. He had other thoughts too, which made him clasp his compan ions arm tightly. She had almost for gotten his presence in trying to see some of her boys among the motley crowd "Do you think it is safe for girl like you, in such place as this, even with ar escort? It makes my heart almost stand still, to think of what might happen tt 1 you" There was strange earnestness | in his tones which she had never hearo before, and which sent thrill through her. For the first time in their long ac quaintance she dared not look him in thu eyes. Turning her head, she answered !: Don't worry about that, am not thu least bit afraid. They all know me here | and there is sort of honor among then that protects me. The Bethesda Mission l is just beyond, and little white-ribbol woman has gone down there night afte night, for years. They know we are her, because we love them and want to hell l them"
 They were now in front of the "Im perial Sample Rooms" Entering sid' door they passed through @ passage-wa. saturated with whisky fumes, and on Ill flight of back stairs to the boys room Her two confreres were already there ant the game-room was filled. She passed at once, into the reading-room, where several of the older one were supplied with books and had settled themselvei for the evening, being first assured by he that she would not read aloud that night MT. lilly drew his chair up by the Ii brarian, and in all undertone, so as not tx disturb the readers, he said: "Misi Mamie,I have always preached agains sey At,