The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1914-01-24
The Dkl]GHTERo of
DAVID KERR ste
BY Harry Mr5 Tootle
Illustrations y HAI NAI7=~s %

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ship grew slighter and her understand
ing more vague. The poor creatures
whom as a. class Little Ella now rep
resented to her were almost as foreign
and as misunderstood as would be a
lama of Thibet. Having no knowledge,
she could have no real pity.
Gloria had never dreamed, even
when she tried to put the worst pos
sible construction on what few things
she knew, that the world could be so
cruel. Never for an instant had she
thought that 1t was possible for men
whom she regarded as upright and
honorable to be engaged directly or in.
directly in exploiting vice and igno-
rance. 1t had never occurred to her
that men whom she might know, some
of them owned dreary blocks of novels
and tenements from which high rents
were secured only because the people
who lived in them were not respect
able. Poor and honest tenants could
have paid but poor and precarious
rents.
As little Ella told her story of the
system" at Gloria's request, her voice
grew shriller and shriller as the in.
dictment grew graver. She talked
rapidly, sometimes turning aside from
the direct channel of her revelation.
to explore some little eddy of a spe.
cific instance which made her account
reality. Gloria could have credited
something to exaggeration had it not
been that just at the moment she
thought the glrl was beginning to
draw on her imagination some Incl.
dent would be Introduced suddenly to
make the whole thing CHASTITY real.
For the first t;me the daughter of
David Kerr learned of the peddlers Of
snowy dresses the vendors OF cheap
perfumery, the stealthy disseminators
OF cocaine, and the many other leeches
that fatten on the unfortunate of the
underworld. She learned that all the
misery was but monument to human
greed. Nothing was exploited in
which there was not a profit of three
or four hundred per cent. Nothing
was exploited which did not tend to
kill the finer feelings, reducing the
poor victims in time to the level of
hrutes.
And the men down here" Little
Ella cried, the memory of the good,
wholesome men whom she had known
in her earlier life coming back to
smite her, poor ignoySnt excuses fer
men, most of email they're good fer
is to steal an lie an lige off us wom-
en-, an vote the way the boss tells EN-
on lection day. An Who's RESPONSE.
Bile fer that? Say?" Gloria could
make no reply, and Elle. whose pause
had been rhetorical. uuSouth as she
was, made answer herself. 81 know
The fine gentlemen what buys the
votes. An when they needs more
money fer more votes they send the
p'lice round, an us poor girls has to
pay always pay"
Il never dreamed OF such a thing"
81 toll you you didn't know Why.
oncet | was good like yor. too. An
now" she bagaa 10 sob--"now-I'm
down-an' l can't GIT up. / can't git
up. It's too late"
Suddenly Gloria remembered the
power 20 which she would appeal
Where 4 minute before had been dark
ness and uncertainty was now the
clearncss OF n summer day.
Its never too late" she insisted
Remember, I'm not alone. My father
will help me. He's brave and good and
strong, with heart of gold. | can't
change the worlds ways, maybe. but
can do something to make Belmont
better with my fathers help--and
yours"
Gloria was a doughty Crusader. and