Great Falls weekly tribune., 1895-11-08
THE CAUSE OF THE BABY.
Mary Kyle Dallas Champions the Wet
Bits of Humanity.

Bits of Humanity.
From my window as I write l look
down upon the very common spectacle
of baby in basket wagon OIL the side
walk
From dewy morn until the still more
dewy eve of these damp days I see him
there, when I do not hear him there.
For hours together, with intervals of
five minutes for refreshments, he utters
shrieks of what one might suppose to be
mortal agony but that his family and
intimate friends remain utterly un-
moved by them.
At first I occupied myself by trying
to solve the question whether he was
exiled from his homo because he shrek
ed so, or whether lie shrieked so on ac-
count of hif exile. Finally I came to
the latter decision, and also that he was
the type Of "A class that has great wrongs
to redress, and that it was my duty to
become his champion. | gaze upon him
now as he joys up and down, a blue
purasol over his head, a glass bottle
with Il rlhber stopper feebly c]utchcd in
his poor little, wrinkled, purple paw.
He is propelled by Il young person in Il
tucked apron, with Il coquettish trill
perchcl upon the top of her head, who,
having finished her conversation with
the too fascinating policeman, remam-
bers her charge sufficiently to cram the
bottle into his mouth, jounce the wagon
sufficiently in a way calculated to cllnrn
the contents Of the former and cry
shrilly: "There, there, there, thero!'
eyes" / say to myself, "that is just
it. There, there, there! The poor crea-
ture is demonstrating against being there
| in that wagon all the while" One might
understand it if he were a half orphan
for whom it was impossible to obtain a
wet nurse, but since he has mother
may ask for what she thinks God gave
| her her ample bosom, her broad lap, her
soft arms but for that baby who has q
| born clam to them and who is robbed
of his birthright by being dumped upon
his back into that wagon, unable to
change his own position or tell what
hurts him, his spine overhcatcd, his
little limbs chilled: Can she not give to
her man child few months of care: Is
she less alive to the joys of maternity
than cat or COW?
I suppose that if a woman is born des-
titute Of mother love she cannot help it
any more than if she We're born blind.
| But it is always in her power to rcmeln-
ber mot ther's duty and not call upon
basket on springs and the "condensed
milk man" to perform it for her. A
baby is only helpless for few months.
When he is big enough to sit up and
enjoy his ride, Il few hours of tho basket
carriage are all right for him, but not
when he must lie npon his back, not
when all the joy Of his life consists i'll
beilg Q taken in his mothers arms 20 his
mother S bosom.
The mother who forgcts this is sowing
what she shall one day reap. Nature
knows what She is about, and these first
months Of the life of the future nali g
farther toward forming his mind, hi
constitution and his Nnral nature thai
the mother who ncglccts him knows
and it is neglect, though the Wagon
costs a small fortune, the bottle is tip
ped with silver, the maid asks hiGl
wages and the canopy and embroidered
covcrIot are the envy Of all tho neigh
borhoOd. NJ MY KYLE DALLAS.