Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1894-06-20
Children In Mills,

IE4tzAbeih Morris the July Lippsocottsl
One OF the worst features of factory
LIE lie that Ii is impossible to keep the
children out Of the mills. The political
economist looks with pride at the laws
which forbid the employment Of ehiI-
dren under ten, twelve and thirteen years
OF age or at the compulsory education
law, demanding fourteen weeks Of school
ing In the year, and thinks, psrshAnce,
that the bitter ''ery of the children"
goes mp no mole But let him look
around him inE;eAa Of at his books, and
be may seessns s.Sie zsoes and .sunted
forms Of the children In manufacturing
districts; he nsy see the nervous, weary
eyes of the cBsh-girls and boys in cur
large shops, without going into the houses
where the children of elk and seven must
be In readiness 70 sew on buttons, take
out bsstings. do tie pressing or put I'm
sussets- But they must work TO live, and
perhaps IL lie better 20 live than 20 die: At
least there is q prcjudice in favor Of exis-
tencs even when the choice appears doubt
full The parents evsde the factory laws
by every means In their power: they
change their names and residences, make
one hoolcsriieckie do duty for several
children, tell anything bat the truth in re-
gard TO their sges. IL the mill-supertn-
tendents are conscientious men they Win
look at the ohildren's teeth, and send away
those whom they Judge under age But Il
is TO the manufacturers interest," that the
children thOuld help. and Why should they
take more care for the children's welfare
than the parents themselvets So ID comes
TO pass that thousands Of dwArted, de-
formed little Creatures Of both seIes IN
healthy and undeveloped In body and in
mind, work In the mills and fActorits of
this great country, making one Of the sad
dest sights that the sun looks down upon.
AN RMBARnASsING MOMENT.
Emotion overposered Her int
Presence OF Her IdoIIzed Actor.
IFrom the Chicago Record.l
The awe in which the feminine nature
holds characters OF note is fslicitously H.
Illustrated BY the experience of which an
acquaintance tells us-s young lady Of
beauty and culture. In common with 9TH
era of her sex, this youug lady is a pro-
found sdmirer of Mr.. Edward s. willard,
the gifted and handsome young actor.
1t had been her fortune to see the per
fOrmAnces of this impressive gentleman
upon the stage. but never hsa che met him
face to face, until, in the most unexpected
way, she found herself in his august pres
ence one afternoon during his latest en-
gagement In Chicago.
1t seems that she was entering the VIr-
gi1is hotel; the day was raw and gusty,
and, IS she hurried up the steps of the Ia
dies entrance TO that seclusiFe hcstelry,
the door was opened for her, as che pre-
sumsd, by the servant usually stationsd
there for that purpose. But. having bolt
ed indoors very uncsremoniously and psus-
ing to catch her breath, our fair young
friend looked up to discover that the door
had been thrown open by no less q person
F.e .hsr NJ EdSard WILLARD And, my
how noble, how handsome, how distin-
unguished he looked
BE was fsultlessly attired; from his
new tile to his polished boots he was the
pink of elegance His splendid fscs wore
that sad but benevolent expression which
so becomes its yirile features; his iron
gray hair fell in studied csrelesspess over
his white forehead and about his massive
neck; bis noble figure bowed with conde-
tcsud.ng dsference.
II never was more amazed In all my
nfel" Gays our charming young friend
az was 60 taken Absck that couldn't ssya
word. j stood there and just gssped for
breath. Just think of i'll There / had
bounded into the presence of that great,
handsome man with never 9 suspicion of
what WAS sboutl Why, ! know girls
who would give anything just TO be in the
same room with htm-And here he bad
opened the door for me and Was stand
ing there like clothed Apollo Belyedere,
hat in hand. waiting for me 60 pass.
''Never wss go happy In sll my life be
fore, and at the came time / was dreEdful-
ly embarrassed Indeed. i was no over
c9me by q sense of gratitude for this un-
spsRkRble honor that stood there st least
half a minute, unable TO say q word. my
head bowed. my cheeks iushed and my
knees cracking together like cssisnets.
And when he ssid in that low, musical,
rich, sonorous, lovely bass voice Of bic.
'Beastly nasty day, mIss,' felt as II I'd
been pAralyzed. continued TO stand
there in silent alteration, for 1 thought IL
wss the angelus."