The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1910-07-29
BY ANN Adams.
ARTICLE No. 3.

There was peculiar interest at
tached to being literally cast into the
streets of strange city, sick, friend
less and with only $2.S6 In my pocket.
by a woman who posed before her
clubs as a humanitarian and philan-
thropist with special concern In the
welfare OF working girls.
This experience came to me when
| was housemaid or second. girl
In one OF the homes located in q fash
ionable and exclusive. residence dis
trict. This woman, who keeps up club
appearances by writing papers on the
problems OF the day, after she has
had her 8 o'clock breakfast served
In her room, did not carry out In the
management of her household the
same ideas that she expressed 20 her
lorgnetted club sisters
She refused to permit me to wear
a wrap to protect myself from the
raw wind while scrubbing q porch
floor. To keep up the esthetic reputa-
ton OF her house was more to my
mistress than to subject her maid 10
pneumonia and perhaps death. She
could get new maids, but the over
stepping of what she considered q
conventional line might have caused
her to drop a couple Of nOtches In
the standard Of propriety- which she
and her friends maintained.
So caught cold.
As I was washing dishes In the
china closet, Wednesday. after lunch,
"the missus," as the cook called her,
came in.
"You feel rather I'll. don't you" she
questioned
1t was the first personal word she
had given me during my service TO
her.
II do feel SICK" confessed.
Are you going out this afternoon"
asked my mistress.
mo-" said I, IT have no friends to
visit"
We'll. I'm afraid you are going to
be sick" she said, so you had better
take your Afternoon out and not come
back. You might see q DOCTOR
I thought OF the II cents ana the
postage stamp my pocketbook then
contained.
7 think / owe you $2.15." said my
employer, laying the money among
the dishes I had washed.
But, madam" I exclaimed, where
shall I go? What shall ! do! know
practically no one In the town, az you
are aware"
There are the charity wards at
the hoep1tals," she said, vaguely,
moving toward the door.
but no charity ward would accept
me. l am not Ill enough"
We'll, I'm sure I don't know" she
said; there ara working girls homes
and things. suppose you could try
the Y. w. @. A."
where IL the Y. w. C. Al" I
asked. et
"You really should not expect me
to answer your questions. Why don't
you ask your young man who was
sitting out here with you the other
night asked the mistress Of the
Il do not know that young man well
enough to care to tell my troubles to
him." answered.
II dare say he would be perfectly
willing TO look after you for q few
days" She threw the insult at me a.
her silken skirts swished through tha
pantry door.
How longed to forget that was
ohiy 1OA 'oats onu o6y w uOk 80 W.
man to woman what thought Of her
writing club papers on Universal
and before the ink was
dry, treating one Of her own house
hold 80 uncharitably!
r The only calleF-I had during my
service to Mrs. was q man who
spent an hour with me In the kitchen
one evening after my work was done.
He was the friend of girl I knew
In another city and she had asked
him to call Most of his visit was
taken up with my making butter
ballss.
Oh. those butter balls
They were the bane Of my exist
ence, and q disgrace to the household.
The mistress said 90. And they were
not what might be called q bowling
success e+, 81. 4s-
There was war over those butter