The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1919-11-26
AT THE END OF THE
TETHER A FRIEND WAITS
Up From The Depths Comes New
Hope And Nav Life For "a
Man May Bc Down But
He's Never Out"
He's Never Out"

city in the hope of earning enough
money to give her the clothing of
the fashion plate ladies and movie
queens. Perhaps she came with
the intent of making herself useful
in the world.
She got a job. II was work, IL
that constitutes a job? She shaved
nine hours a day behind counter
or possibly she stacked matches in
boxes no matter she got a job.
And the salary, magnificent $40
week. The clerks in Perkins
store back home only got Sc but
then she was ignorant as yet you
seel So she drifted along until
one fine night she found herself
hanging over the railing of the riv-
er bridge, pocketbook empty, hun
CRY contemplating a leap from the
bridge or worse.
Then there is the working man.
He knows no trade for he grew up
| in untrammeled America where one
is permitted to do as he pleases.
An indulgent father had not in
sisted on him learning anything
useful. His mother upheld him in
idleness. Possibly the father went
broke. Possibly he never had any
thing. AT least we find our hero
at forty, discouraged, knowing no
trade, on the bum.
bad season strikes his section
of the country. He has no money,
no friend. Theh we find him
where?
Riding the rods to a better land,
in Jail and out. knight of the
cinder trail ..- -....- .....-.
The poor man comes one dreary
night to a cold home. He is out OF
work. He knows no friends. His
children are huddled around a stove
| IN which the last embers are dying.
/ y small girl of four weeps for food
mother in the next room there
are two rooms lies in a bed of old
blankets and ragged great coats.
She is moaning in pain.
A little life is to come into the
world before many hours have pass
ed. There is no doctor, no prOvi-
sions. There is no fire, no light.
In despair the man goes into
the night stumbling against the
cold wind seeking assistance in his
trouble.
There is a gutter bum who has
no knowledge of how loathsome
he really is. Drunken, abused
! kicked and cuffed he lodges all
human beings.
Like trOunced dog he avoids
people yet he must seek them. At
last he decides that he is down and
out He goes down the street with
longing in his hurt. He logns t.
tell some one how he despises him
self He has reached the turning
point. Will some one hold out
hand? Ha, Ha. he laughs. He
knows the world.
Then there is the woman without
shame. Christ had compassion on
her kind but she has come to think
that 10 one else had. Harpy-like
she plies her way through tn
streets OF the great city.
Her cheeks are incarnidine. Her
soul is as red as her painted lips
Her eyes are as full of guile rs the
misshapen mind.
UnlOved. though much caressed
both sought and hunted, prey up
on society she comes to the last
step down, then she finds gold in
her heart. Does any one else find
il?
So they run through the annals
of life But here is what happened !
The simple girl went to a clean +,
boarding house and after a few
years made good. She blossoms &
into a flower of pure womanhood I
The workingman went to work
ing mans hotel. He was given
shelter and clothing as the lowly
Nazarene commanded. He learned
trade and became useful. He be-
came producer.
The poor man sent his wife to
maternity home where she received
good care. His children were sent
food, clothing and fuel.
The gutter bum was offered
chance at self rehabilitation He
made good. He quit drink. got
job and was useful.
The harry was sent TO rescue
home and became woman. She
who was old in experience only