The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1900-07-27
copyright. 1896, by C. p. Putnam's Sons. All
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ION. by the way" said hc, 81 would
like to get out here. Will you come
with me? | will not detain you more
than few moments, and then we will
resume our conversation. | wish be-
fore we part to explain to you why
thought you were a mother"
She consented to go with him, and
together they walked as far as the
building wherein are the rooms of the
Metropolitan Founding society. 1t so
happened that as they went in Colonel
rayton was just coming out. He stop
ped TO speak to Mr.. Mitchell. but kept
his eyes on Lillian, who modestly with
drew and stood aside.
"Wcll, Mitchell" said the colonel,
"how do you prosper with your fine
notions about justice, ch? Found any
one to agree with you yct?'
IL have not been looking for an ad-
vocate Of my views" said Mr.. Mitchell.
II have been summing colonel"
STUNNING. ch? hope you haven't
a very sharp nose. But, l say, you
did not pick that up in the slumsw
lie added as he chst an admiring glance
Mt Lillian.
THAT Is exactly where l found her."
said Mr. Mitchell. II see you are not
too old to notice pretty face"
TOO old? Well, should say not
sir! But what you tell me seems mar
velous. Found her in the slums, eh?
We'll. well! What pretty flower to
be growing among wecds!"
True, colonel. but then, you know,
the wind may watt the seed from the
choicest blossom into the foulest soil,
and yet these seeds may take root and
grow, and blossoms may come again."
"No doubt. But it's a very careless
gardener who allows good seeds to
blow away"
"Truc. And what shall we say Of
the gardener who willfully casts his
choicest seeds to the winds?"
"Such a man would be an ass
or worse"
"Or worse" agreed Mr.. Mitchell.
"Well added, colonel-or worse! Much
worse in this case"
"In this case? What do you mean?"
IL mean that this Is the blossom
from seed cast away by the garden
er who Is worse than an ass, as you
have put It,"
Don't talk to me In riddles, man."
said the colonel testify. "Speak plain
ly."
"I will do so. She is little Bowery
singer, the daughter Of unknown par
ents, who cast her adrift when an in
FAINT"
"a foundling?"
"Probably; reared in the tenements
Of the east side"
You don't say SO? Isn't it awful,
the amount Of depravity that exists in
this world? Isn't it marvellous that n
parent would abandon his own flesh
and blood?"
~ can End no excuse for such a
Course" said Mr.. Mitchell, though
there might be some pallation."
"EXcuse-palliation! Rubbish! You
don't know what you are saying"
Listen TO me, colonel. Here is girl,
herself abandoned by her parents. Let
us suppose case, one that is far from
improbable. She has this heritage
what we may call An atrophicd bump
~ phl!orroScniti.e eness. She is reared
In that maelstrom Of vice and crime,
the great east side. But to return to
our smile. How would you expect this
teuucr mower, tnlS nOtDOuSe punt, 10
thrive In that environment and retain
Its purity and fragrance2 1t grows
among weeds and becomes tainted
with the odor Of the rank blossoms
about 1t. Soon a child is born, child
whose father fails to acknowledge 1t.
Suppose that the mother, finding 1t a
burden, should abandon the child. Is
the fault entirely hers, or must the re-
sponsibility be shared by those from
whom she Inherited the lack Of mother
ly loveT
LOOK here, Mr.. Mitchell, you must
go elsewhere with your psychological
or physiological problem, whichever
this Is. have no time for speculations
Of that nature. l am too practical. But
hope this girls story Is not
"Oh. am only giving you a hypo-
thetical case!' hastily interjected Mr..
Mitchell But | say. colonel, you can
do me n favor. VIII your
what Is itP"
II wish to take this young wouaaa