Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-08-04

fed that her services would not De
wanted after the next week.
She went out Of the studio, and In
stead Of taking the car as she usually
was obliged to do on account of the
distance to her room she walked on
until she was at the corner Of Madison
and State streets.
She plunged through that boiling
crowd Of humanity and started to walk
up State street the four miles that yet
lay between her and her room. And
as she walked on she was deeply
thinking Of what she would do. The
idea of writing home for money was
80 distasteful that she could not bear
to entertain it. Her lips closed firm
ly, and she said to herself: "I never
will do It while I can live. I have
made failure out Of it 80 far here,
but can't burden father and mother
right now. I know how matters are
going at home with all the expense
there and Hermon's illness last month.
No, no! I started out to be q bread
winner. must earn my own living"
She was suddenly brought to q stop
by a crowd that filed up the sidewalk
in front Of q large window. There
was a picture on exhibition there, and
Faith. after running into one or two
people, seeing what was the object of
attraction, stopped herself and grad
ually was pushed pm to the window as
the crowd went and came.
It was an oil painting with life size
figures, representing the deck Of an
ocean steamer. 4 man was holding q
baby in his arms, and the baby was
looking up into the mans face and
smiling. The title Of the picture in
gilt letters on the frame was simply
"Motherless."
It was one of those pictures that ap-
peal to a common humanity, and the
crowd on the sidewalk was irresistibly
drawn to it. But the effect on Faith
was electrical. AS soon as she had
seen the face Of the man on the can
vas she exclaimed aloud, "Why, that's
fatherv'
Those nearest her looked at her in
surprise. She checked herself and was
silent. But there before her was the
likeness of Malcom Kirk as she had
seen him in the sketch her mother had
often shown her. And the story Of
the baby whose mother had died in
midocean was familiar to all the chill
dren at home.
She looked at the corner Of the can
vas and saw the artists name, Francis
Raleigh. A card in the window an
nounced the fact that the picture was
sold and that the artists studio was
In one Of the new blocks on Randolph
street.
Faith slowly pushed out Of the crowd
and went on her way. But the picture
affected her deeply. The sight Of the
dear father protecting that motherless
baby made her cry. And 1t also
strengthened her purpose not to appeal
for financial help from home. She
could not have told why that feeling
accompanied her sight Of the picture.
But it did, and she determined that she
would make every effort to support
herself without help from home.
The end Of the following week found
her without a place, and as she came
away from the studio that Saturday
evening she realized as never before IN
her life what it meant to girl without
any friends or home to face great
city without work or means. She knew
that she could go home at any time or
get help from that source If she asked
for it. But how about the great army
of unemployed that had not even that
resort? She shivered as she turned
down toward the great artery OF the
city's human traffic and was swept
along with it.