The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-23
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JHSy TOOnQ ana looked the
lady standing there on the steps with her
face white and her eyes staring at the
little girl on the grass, and her hand point
ing at her all shaking She didn't pay
the least attension to Mother or Mrs
Cannot.
Just wait! she kind of berst out in such a
strange sounding voice you wouldn't hardly
of known it. Did you suppose a Mother
could hear such things as this-and stand
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She stammered 1t out as if she was too
excited TO talk real straight, and when they
didn't anybody answer her of course she
had to answer herself. =
No she couldn't, she said in the same
strange sounding voice. A Mother Is a
Mother and woe unto the ones that abuze
her Child
She raised her hand up little higher
then, as if she would stop it shaking so
much, but it shook just the same up there
over her head.
Woe unto them! hollered out the little
lady. Hasn't it been the same since the time
of the first Mother and won't it be the same
as long as Motherhood lasts2 Yes it will
she said, and let me tell it so that the whole
world can hear it A Mother will not al
low her Child to be abuzedl
Mrs. Cannot looked at her standing there
so white and shaking and then she looked
at the little girl crying out there under the
tree, and / don't think she could really
understand it. Anyway, she didn't say
anything or move at tall.
Look at her sitting there with her plus
face and her hippocrit tears and her tenn
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pointing out there again. ..,.as.saA iznu
Evrybody looked ssssaEEa9s
Her temperance badge, the little hippo
crit, she respected, and she kind of berst out
laughing at the same time. She remem-
bers her Farther and then puts on tenn
prance badge! Oh, take my Child away
from herl Take him away
l thought for sure Harry was going 10
start and run now, he was looking so
SCARED, but she stopped him. %
Just tell them once more what she has
done for my baby, she said. Just tell them
what happens when a Mother gives UP her
baby for a day or for an hour, she said.
Just tell them that once more
was afraid Harry was going to cry, but
he tried to answer her again. :.
Mother said she would leave him, he
stammered at her. She said she would
sometimes tie him up and leave him all
alonei And sometimes she would whip
him, and lose her temper so bad that
she said, Mother said that little Susan
Dale wasn't fit to have charge of any
child
Mrs. Cannot stepped forward little then
Little Susan Dale2 she respected after
him, Little Susan Dale?
There was kind of a queer smile coming
into her face, and she glansed at Harry
again. Little Sasdr Dale wasn't fit to have
charge of any child2 she said, was thai
what your Mother said1
Yes'm, Harry answered her; and Mrs
Gannet's smile just kept on getting broader.
Your Mother probably knew what she
was talking about, she said.
And then Mrs. Cannot walked right past
him to where the little girl was sitting under
the tree. The baby was lying back on her
showlder now with his hair close to hers
But Mrs. Cannot just stood there looking
down. The little girl looked up with tears
on her face, and then there were tears on
Mrs. Gannets face too. But she just stood
there looking down until they both seemed
to turn their heads at the same time. They
were looking at the little dwarf lady on the
steps. Such a strange change had come
over her. She was so white and still and
she just kept on staring at Harry Paine and
her hand dropped down at her side.
1t seemed long time before she spoke
again when she did it seemed just like some
body else talking it was so faint and hoarse-
. A Mother is Mother, she said, and woe
unto the ones that abuze her Child
Nobody else spoke and all of a sudden she
drew herself up as if she was trying to be
tall again, but it made her look hitler than
before. But she spoke once more anyway
If her voice was all hoarse and strange.
A Mother is a Mother, she said, and
she is therefore Untitled also to her own
in the uprearing of her Child.
That is a diffrent matter.
/ didn't know exackly what she meant,
but l think it was this: A Mother is
Mother and woe unto the ones that abuze
her Child; but it is alright for her TO do
the same thing herself any time she feels
Ike it.
Because It was the dwarf lady on the
steps that was little Susan Dale.