Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-06-13

young women in Charles
ton, whose principal, Miss Mary V,
McBee, was once a director with him
in his east side settlement work in
New York The world were poor in
deed, he said, but for the noble en-
thusiasm of youth.
AS all illustration of what he meant
he told them this touching and beau
tiful story of "Heartsease," a woman
who did her little part faithfully as
she found 1t:
Il came upon her one night" he
said, lin a mean street over on the
west side. A brass plate on the
door arrested my attention as
passed. 'Heartsease. il said, and
went in. Where they are easing
weary hearts, there l want to be. The
house was more of box than house.
The elevated railroad ran in front,
right under the windows. 1t was
flanked on one side by a factory, on
the other by a jail. In the rear a
building was going up, plumb up
against it's wall, that would soon en-
tirely close the back windows. Those
In front you could not open for the
dust and noise of the elevated.
There | found my little woman.
She was a school teacher-taught by
day in a public school over at Cypress
Hills, L. L. and when her work was
done there she came all the many
miles, and across the river, to this
place, to be near the ueighbor For
she had been brought up at Mortified
under the inspiration of Mr.. Moody
life, and she knew that f5r her task
to find the neighbor.
who were these neighbors?-
drunken and dissolute women, vile
dens and dives. 1t seemed the last
place woman of refinement and mod
esty would have chosen, but she did
At all hours of the night her bell rang
and they came, sometimes attended by
policemen. One said: We have this
case She is not wanted in this home
or that institution. She don't come
under their rules. I took her here In
hope that you might stretch yours
and take her in. Else we don't know
what to do with her
"'Bless you! We have no rules
Let her come in And she takes her
and puts her TO bed
"In the midnight hour she hears Of
young woman, evidently newcom
er, whom the dive has In its clutch
and she gets out of bed and, going
there, demands her sister, and gets
her from out the very Jaws Of he'll
Again, a drunken woman finds her
way to her door-a woman with q
husband and children-and she gets
out of her warm bed again and takes
her home, never leaving her till she
Is safe
Il found her papering the walls and
painting the floor of her house.
said to her that | did not think you
could do much with those women
and neither can you, If they are just
those women to you The Saviour
could. One came and sat at his feet
and wept, and dried them with her
hair.
"'Oh! she said, it isn't so. They
come, and they are glad to stay.
don't know that they are finally saved
that they never stumble again; but
here, anyhow, we have Riven them g
resting spell and time TO think
"Anf she told me of some of them
"I don't consider she finished
that l am doing it right, but | will
yet
Il looked at her, this frail young
girl, with mistaken, unshakable faith
in the right, and asked her how she
managed Financially She laughed
THE rent is pledged by half q
dozen friends. The res.-about $50
month-comes.'
but how
~She pointed to- 10; Of circulars
painfully written out in the night
watches.
I'm selling soap just now she
said, but it isn't always soap.
Here patting a chair, this is
Larkin'5 soap; that chatting dish is
green stamps. This set of dishes is
Mothers Oats. We could not get the
oh; you know, you have TO find the let
! tiers; but | wrote and t5ld them and
We got the dishes write to people
and they buy the things and we get
the prizes. We've furnished the house
so. And some give us money. We
have even got building fund. We
shall have to move some day"
| 1t may not be your life work to fol
low in her steps. 1t IS given to few
But neighbor you can always be. and
you can be nothing better in this great
wildsome world. It would be easy
let US say it with thanksgiving. to
marshal host of yOunS women who
have helped to the worlds work, have
helped shape its course toward that
better, brighter day that beckons ever
to the young Think only of Florence
Nightingale, of Dorothy Dix, of my
own beloved friend, on whose grave
the grass is green TODAY, Mrs. Jose.
phine Shaw Lowell You maye never
do any of the things they did, but you
can always be a neighbor Church,
man.
Many a boy fails because he has a
father who runs his shoes down at