Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-04-20

had eaten SO many carrots she was fred
headed" Kittie responded by throwing
him into the garbage box that graced ev-
cry door in Liberty street and sat down
upon the lid until he begged for mercy.
"Mrs. Flynn's Kittie do beat all for a
bad un," said Liberty street.
The influence of Hull House was just
beginning to make itself felt In Liberty
street.
Vague rumors were told Of classes where
boys and girls could learn bookkeeping AND
other things, 30 that they could work IN
the fine Offices down town and get as much
as IS or Sc a week, almost a fabulous sum
to Liberty street. Mrs. Rafferty's Maggie
had joined a class to study stenography,
which was expected to bring wonderful re-
turns for the small investment of 10 cents
per lesson. Mrs. Antonio, the Italian
woman who lived up stairs over Mrs.
Flynn, had attended a mothers meeting,
and her little girl went to the kindergarten
and was taught to make the most wonder
full things out of cards and little sticks and
learned how flowers grew and where the
rain came from. Then Mrs. Rafferty,
would tell Mrs. Flynn about the fine pic
lures OF the blessed Madonna and the
images at Hull House, and Mrs. Flynn
wanted to go and see them, but stood In
awe of Kittie, who openly ridiculed Hull
House and all Its efforts to reform and up
lift the masses. Once she had gone to a
mission Sunday school, but could never be
persuaded to go again. She didn't like to
sit still and bow her head and to be very
good. She had made up her mind that
Hull House meant to spring the prayer
meeting dodge some day and did not mean
TO be taken unawares.
"I'm ashamed Of you, Kittie, that am"
said Mrs. Flynn. "There's Maggie Raj
ferty a-goin to the classes and will be earn
In her S. a week some day like a lady, and
you do be a-doin nothin but be a tomboy
and playin and f1ghtin on the street. You
do beat the Dutch, Kittie, which was
Mrs. Flynn's supreme expression OF disap-
prevail on Kittie's conduct.
But Kittie laughed and continued to
throw sticks at Maggie Rafferty, when she
went by in her neat blue print dress. She
| would have none Of Hull House.
II tell you, Kittie Flynn, you don't know
| what yer a-missin a-stayin away from Hull
House, . said Kittie's chum, Sophie Leedy,
| one day. "We don't sing and pray and
sit still like we do in Sunday school. We
| dance, that's what we do, Kittie Flynn"
That was news to Kittie Flynn that put
a different light upon Hull House and the
| ladies who lived there. Kittie was almost
the embodiment Of perpetual motion, and
| the dream of her life was to learn to dance.
That night found her enrolled as a men,
| Der Of the Hull House dancing class.
But Hull House did not improve Mrs.
Flynn's Kittie very much in the opinion
| Of Liberty street. While Maggie Rafferty,
| grew more studious and quiet every day,
| and Liberty street said what fine girl she
was, and quite a lady, Kittie Flynn still
| played and fought with the children on the
street or amused herself by teaching her
brothers and sisters her latest two step.
"There's no use of them ladies at Hull
House a-tryin to make much out of Kittie
| Flynn" said Liberty street sententiously.
One day Kitty Flynn was not seen on
the street. A week went by, and she was
not seen at the dancing class. Mrs. Flynn
| said she didn't know where she was, but
guessed she would come back when she
got ready. Liberty street held its own
opinion. 1t had always said Kittie Flynn
would come to a bad end. Mrs. Flynn had
five other children to provide for, and,
poor. woman, had no time to waste IN
grieving after Kittie.
Five years went by, and Liberty street
had almost forgotten Mrs. Flynn's Kittie.
Mr.. Flynn had been killed In a saloon
brawl, and Mrs. Flynn worked harder
than ever TO provide for her family Of
small children, and it isn't to be won