The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-01-10


dresses fer the children so they looked jest
like pIcters, so they did"
We'll. then. why haven't the children got
them on demanded the visitor impa-
tiently.
"Ch. they's too good to wear every day."
said the woman shaking her head. They
wears them a-Sundays."
exasperated tone. Then she began again:
And have you used up all the fuel you
bought with the money? This room is like
Nom. we didn't buy no fuel with it"
answered the woman Importantly. The
dresses an that suit was so lovely that
John an me, we thought twas pity 10
waste the opportunity" She rose as she
spoke and crossed to the table where the
chief glory OF the room, big red plush al
bum, the relic of better days, reposed.
I'VE all had our pictures taken with that
money, and you don't know how obliged me
an John are TO you" She opened the book
proudly to the pages where likenesses of all
the members of the family done by a
cheap photographer were placed. They
amt one of the neighbOrs has got photty--
graphs of all their family she added
proudly. You dunno how much obliged
we are fer your help.
Another of the sweet women who love TO
help the unfortunate discovered a partcu-
larry appealing case one day in the person
of an old woman. crippled by rheumatism,
who kept the house neat and tidy for a
son who, something more than stupid, could
earn only a precarious living for the two.
The old woman received her visitor with
out enthusiasm but the kindly woman ex-
cused her Indifference, knowing as she did
the hardships and privations which harden
the poor.
Isn't there something you would espe-
cially like to eat?" she said in her gentle
way"-some fruit or some nice soup or
something2"
The old woman reflected. ''Well, reck-
on mebbe I'd relish some soup-that is, ef
twas good soup" she admitted at last;
The kindly visitor, delighted to find at last
some response TO her efforts, promised that
she should have the soup that afternoon.
On her way home she bought some oysters
which her cook made up into rich and
delicious soup. and in the afternoon Lady
Bountiful returned again to the howell with
her shining pail of tempting soup.
fully as She She entered inter NOW Wen kim
die a bit of fire and heat ii up" She moved
about the room happy with her efforts at
pleasing an unfortunate fellOw-creature. The
old woman lifted the shining lid and peered
at the soup with bleared eyes. What Is IL
them oysters" she demanded queru-
lousy"
Yes" said Lady Bountiful delightedly
MY cook makes the most delicious oyster
soup you ever. tasted"
''Oh can't eat oysters noway," returned
the old woman nonchalantly. "Ye can set
1t in the winder though, ef We want to, an
when my son comes home mebbe he'll eat
1t; an eff he don't the dawg will-they amt
nothing ever goes to waste around here fer
that there dawg he'll eat anything"
COLORED PEOPLE GRATEFUL.
The colored people. say the women who
work among the poor, are among the most
responsive and grateful of creatures. They
are apt TO be among the most scrupulously
clean OF the patients. too, and many of the
women prefer the colored cases to any 9TH
ers. Where the cases are those of mere
poverty rather than of sickness there is apt
to be much fun in them, too, and one re-
lates with much enjoyment some of her
nVnArianndc ha nny,ln CHI hoc
befriended. She took down some clothes one
day to a comfortable looking woman
whose family was sadly in need of gar
ments for the winter, and among them was
q stylish jacket which had been worn for a
season or two by the donors slender
daughter. The coat was TOO small for the
colored woman herself, and Of course not TO
be considered for any of the swarm of small
pickaninnieS, but the suggestion was made
that perhaps some of the acquaintance of
the woman might find the Jacket acceptable
She appeared at the house some weeks later
TO do some work.
did you find somebody to give my jacket
TO. auntie?'' asked the slender daughter"
Nom ] ain give dat Jacket TO nobody
said the plump colored woman, showing all
her white teeth. Dat Jacket hits too good
to give away" But auntie, it's too good
to be allowed to go TO waste" protested the
young lady
''Tain't going to waste said auntie with
a roll Of her eyes. Il wearin' dat jacket
why, auntie." gasped the slender girl,
"you can't get into that coat
II CANT" chuckled the colored woman.
Miss May, y0' nevah seen me In nah Sun
day corset-I wearin' dat jacket myself"
THE PATHETIC SIDE.
A few of the cases that the charity work.
ers meet sweet and touching enough to
leave a lasting impression with the people
who see them. Here is one which one
woman will never forget. The heroine was
an accomplishing little old woman, almost
stone deaf, who lived in dreary tenement
In one of the poorer parts of town. She
worked necessarily at her washtub, helped
by her younger daughter, a lovely young
| girl of fifteen or sixteen, who was in one
of the high schools trying TO get the educa-
ton which would enable her to lift herself
and her mother higher. But. in spite of
the hard work and the unceasing efforts,
things went wrong, and the charity visitor
one day found the little woman almost in
tears.
IT'S the rent" she said brokenly. IT'S
seven dollars. and 1 never can pay it this
time. L don't know where We'll CO..
The visitors heart ached for the poor,
bent little creature. who could not even
earn the scanty living which was all she
asked from the world. The society which
she represented had done much to help the
woman. but TO pay rent is against its tenets
She left the room without saying anything
further and went to her husbands office
where she told the pitiful tale. The mer
| there had helped over and over. for th2
natures, and where the charitable or
| ganizatlon with which she works stops
she often lends personal aid. She
/ was almost in tears over the pa
| thetic story, and none of the men could
resist her unspoken appeal; everybody
/ helped. even the drivers who came in tC
| hear the story, and presently she had the
| seven dollars In coins of all sizes. Then she
/ went back to the tenement with the money
/ just as she had got ii and poured the
| dollars, the halves and the quarters into
| the hands of the little old woman. The lat
| ter was so deaf that she did not hear the
explanation which accompanied the money
/ She looked helplessly at the shower Of
/ coins, then she turned to her daughter, hel
| face drawn with pain.
TELL her TO take IL back" she said hope
/ lessly- II could never pay her back
/ never.
When at last she was made 10 understand
| that the money gift she broke dowT
/ and cried. "Since you went away I've beer
| praying that help might come from some
where she said. brokenly. but / never
dreamed that il was so near, and IL shameS
me 10 think how weak and how easily dis
couraged / was"
| Easily discouraged says the woman
/ that helped. when / am ready to go Il
| pieces over something ] think of that liJIlt
woman and what she called her easy dis
| couragement-and go on a bit further
AS WE PASS ALONG.
IF you want to make your horse love
/ Won give him an aDDia every dav" To.