The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-10-12
Home, Sweet
Home

By CLARA DELAFIELD
60 is,,. western Newspaper uniOn3

ST DON'T know what can be done
= about the Sulllvans," sighed the
district visitor. They're simply
simply tough, Mr.. Doremus. Always
fighting. And such bad example for
the children.
You know, their religion won't per
NIT that Mrs. Sullivan to secure d.
vorce-and must say she's just about
as bad as he Is. The other day, just
as entered that miserable apartment
Of theirs, she was In the act Of throw
ing fiat-iron at him. And he had
stick in his hand. which he'd been
beating her with. And Tim, the boy,
was crouching In corner, with the
look of wild animal in his eyes. A
hunted beast, Mr.. Doremus.
"It's impossible to let that boy
grow up In such an environment. His
father thrashes him nearly every day,
too. And they're In with all the row.
dies In the district. They're just a.
a center Of evil, Mr.. Doremus."
Mr.. Doremus, Of the Charity Organ
ization society, looked up and sighed.
He was a thin, earnest man, with a
zeal for good work.
II shall go around and talk to them,"
he said. 'They respect me-lN say
that for them. They do know their
station in life. Yes, I shall go around
and tell them plainly what / thfhk
ought to be done.
"The trouble is Sullivan and his
wife ought never to have married.
Sullivan isn't the dregs OF society.
He's hard working man, and he's
kind enough. The trouble Is, he
wants different environment. l am
going to try to get him out on farm
full environment of nature all about
him. That will mean his reformation.
"As for Mrs. Sullivan, she's kind to
the boy, kinder than the father. But
she has hot temper And she nags.
/ am going to propose a peaceful,
happy separation. Sullivan will be
permitted to come In once month to
see his wife and learn how the boy Is
progressing at the Industrial school to
which shall send him. He will con-
tribute to Mrs. Sulllvan's support, and
shall try to get her happy, healthful
work In an institution as charwoman,
where she will not experience the
temptation to carouse and fight. At the
end Of three years. If see signs Of
genuine reformation on both sides, l
shall allow the family to be reunited.
"Tim2 Oh, yes, as / was saying, /
shall send him to an Industrial school.
Poor little fellow, he's always black
and blue from the thrashlngs his
father gives him! 1t must be terrible
for n boy to grow up in that atmos-
phere of violence and dlscord Yes,
that will solve the problem of the Sui
llvans, think"
Three days later the Sullvans sat In
their apartment, crushed under the
weight of the blow that had fallen
upon them.
'Well, it's our last night" said Sui.
Ivan. "Ye hear that, lad? They're
going to send you to tn Indoostrial
school, because your father amt flt to
thrash you. And you, old woman,
you're going to be promoted into a
glorious scrub woman. And me, Mike
Sullivan, I'll be peellng spuds out to
the farm in Orange county.
"Yis, we've tried married life and
made failure of 1t, owing to yer
nagging tongue-you lave that fiat-iron
alone, old woman, or I'll thrash you
within an inch of your life. And you
you whelp, stop that sAlvelllng. or
won't lave q sound inch of skin on
your blasted bones"
"And IL that the way to spake to
your wife and child, Mike SulllvanT p
demanded his wife hotly. ut sure was
bad day when married you. Evil
the life you've given me, and I'll be
glad to be quit of you."
do ye name that?" demanded Sui
Ilvan, brandlshng his stick.
"Mane It? Sure / double name it,
shouted his wife, picking UP the fiat
Iron.
"Boo-hool" yelled Tim.
''You stop that bowling, you brat !?
came from both parents.
They're going to break up oul
happy home and send him to the IN
doostrial school, are they, just be
cause you and me has few words al
times, Mixer" said Mrs. Sullivan
"Sure no woman niver had a better
husband and child"
"Come to me arms, darllng" cried
Mike. Sure It's black deed they're
doing us, making orphans of us ALL
Cant we beat 1t, fatherf" moaned
Tim.
"Hey? WhatT demanded Mike.
IF we was to beat 1t across the
river they'd never find u.s."
"Begorra, the brat's got head or
his shoulders" shouted the father
"Quick, Kitty, pack the tin trunk and
feather mattress, and Oi'll run around
to Isaacs' moving van depository"