The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-09-07
BILL ARP'S LETTER.
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Atlanta Consultation.

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maternal attention Fathers do no
love infants as mothers do. They dt
not have time to nurse them, ano
would not if they did have time. The
truth is that nursing little helpless
child is the hardest work in the world
and nobody but mother or woman
is willing to do it. A good, faithful
nurse is entitled to more wages than a
cook or chambermaid. / say faithful
and I mean it. The last time l was
in Atlanta I was sitting on the south
side Of the Kimball house in George
Adair's Office when grown negro girl
came along rolling white child in a
baby carriage. The evening was in
tensely hot. The child was asleep
and there was no parasol. The girl
stopped to talk and firt with car
-riage. driver who was near by and l
endured it with pain for at least five
minutes and then in desperation told
her that if she diden't take that child
to the shade I would call a policeman.
It made her mad and she looked dag
gers at me, but she moved on. | have
seenthe same thing here in our town
and once took the carriage away from
the girl and turned it away from the
girl and turned it away from the sun.
i tell you, mothers, you don't know
how your little children suffer with
these hired nurses when they are out
of your sight.
But my wife never trusted any Of
them out Of sight. Her maternal in
stinct was the strongest emotion Of
her life. 1t is strong yet, and though
our Jessie is at home sick, her mother
is happy with Jessie's children. She
sent for them and is remembering her
youth in looking after them. She
slept with the little two-year-old last
night and wanted Che older one too,
but was persuaded to get along with
one. For week past she has been
running up and down stairs looking
after our little ten-year-old grandchild,
who is down with fever, and there is
no telling how long my wife will live
if she can have sick child or baby
or two.in the house to nurse. Miss
Kellogg wrote piece for some north
ern magazine on "The decline Of the
maternal instinct in New England" F"
Such articles don fit our people, and
I hope they never will. There is
nothing in life SO beautiful as moth
er's love for her children. Coleridge
says:
"a mother is q mother still,
The holiest thing alive"
Fathers love their children, but
their love is measured rather by their
children's conduct and their affections
can be weaned. A good, kind father
whom I know helps his good wife to
nurse them. The cares of the day
never give him any excuse to over
sleep at night when his wife is weary
and worn with fretful teething child.
He takes the little fellow in his arms
and walks the floor and sings a lullaby
while his wife is sleeping; but one
time he got weary and worn himself,
and in his desperation whispered,
"You dear little darling, I wouldn't
take a million dollars for you-but l
wouldn't give nickel for another. .
That's the difference. The poor
mother does not remember the trouble
and night watching, but would give
nickel for another and go through it
all again.
Poor Hagar, I have ever grieved for
her. Driven to the wilderness by her
mistress, she put her little child afar
away that she might not see it die.
Poor women-mothers-how hard is
your lot! Chained not infrequently
to bad men and cannot get unclaimed.
A woman was here last week begging
for some old clothing for her little
children, and it was the same old
story-her husband was in the chain
gang and she and her children on
charity. But she clings to them with
a broken-hearted mothers love.
Girls-girls don't marry unless you
can marry good man. Put him on
probation for year, for on your
choice depends your happiness.
BIHL ARP.
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