Industrial freedom. [volume] (Edison, Wash.) 1898-1???, 1898-10-22
DEAR CHILDREN

to us? | should like to see at least
one letter each week in our corner.
DEAR COUsINs--I will drop you d
few lines. | am a little girl eight
years old and am at this time staying
with granpa and granma. Granpa
takes the Coming Nation and Indus
trial Freedom, so he wanted me to
write to you.
We have a great many Socialists
here and in Phoenix, and more are
coming out every day. Granpa says
if he can get a man to read he is
safe, and there is another soul saved.
Well, if you don't consign this to
the waste basket, will come again
and tell the children all about gram
pas little dogs. Your cousin,
Mary Prather.
Tempe, Arizona, Sept. 30. 1898.
We should all like to hear about
the dogs, and hope Mary will come
again" soon. In the meantime, Dor
othy Whitefoot continues to write:
DEAR LITTLE FOLKS-I have had
to let you think of Jacinta crying in
that carriage for whole week, and
| know you have been wanting her to
get to the end of her journey.
! Well, she did, but she hadn't any
idea where it was when she got
there. The lady got out of the car
riage and took Jacinta in her arms
and she saw that she was in very
| strange place. There WAS 70 green
grass-only bricks and bricks every
where, like those at the bottom of
Miss Susie's house. only these houses
were that way all over, and were all
built together, like a big wall.
The lady went up lot of steps and
rang bell and waited ever so long,
Jacinta thought, but nobody came.
her, who drove the horse, She came
down the steps and spoke to him:
"What shall do, Tom?" she slid.
I've got to go back to Sunday school
to play for the singing, and can't
take this kitten there"
why not ask the folks next door
to keep her till your folks come
back" said the man.
That's just the thing. They won't
ill-treat her just for that little time
even if they don't like cats. | do
hate to leave poor kittie with people
l don't know anything about, even for
a little while. when she has Just been
taken away from her home: but
there's no help for it,
She went up the next lot of steps
and rang another bell A woman
came to the door and Jacinta's friend
told her about it, and asked if she
would keep Jacinta till the other
people came back.
The woman didn't look very pleas
ant. but she said she guessed the cat
could stay there till the folks got
back, and she took Jacinta in and
shut the door.
Then Jacinta began to feel dread
fully lonesome and afraid She felt
as though she didn't know where she
was, nor where she was going to be,
and She began to cry very loud. and
run from room to room to see if she
couldn't set out and run home. She
didn't know how far ten miles was.
Then the woman who had taken
her in ran after her, and that fright
ened her more than ever.
She ran up stairs, and the woman
called up;
Send that cat down here"
Jacinta stopped at the top of the
stairs, and someone came out of a
room at the end of the hall Jacinta
didn't wait to see what this one
looked like. but rushed through a
door at the head of the stairs. and
ran way in under a bed that was
there.
Then she heard a voice from the
hall say;
Bring up the broom"
If Jacinta had been acquainted
with The Man, she would have known
what that meant; but she didn't.
In minute they both came into
the room where Jacinta was SILVER
ing with fright under the bed. One
of them stood at the foot of the bed
and stamped with her feet, and said
"Shoo" and the other got down on
the floor at the side of the bed and
poked at Jacinta with the broom.
You can see how that was for Jacinta:
The wall on two sides of the bed, and
those women stamping and scream
ing and poking on the other two. Of
course she couldn't run right out into
their clutc hes, because she thought
they meant to kin her.
Finally the one that was poking at
) her got the broom against her side
and pushed her up to the wall, and
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