The Inter Ocean from Chicago, Illinois • Page 29

MRS. WARREN" she of the "profession 'has stopped out of Bernard Shaw's famous play and taken up her residence in Chicago. The 'Mrs. Warren" of the drama gTew rich on the income of "hotels" In Brussels. Berlin and Vienna while she brought her daughter up to be a refined and cultured woman in a beautiful hoiuf in Kngland.

The "Mrs Warren of Chicago has grown rich ou the re er.ues of a resort at 2127 Dearborn street while bringing up five children in a home of eminent nspectab!) Ity Indiana avenue. Her children have been given th'1 best educational advantages. A on has goce through Harvard with honor. Anothtr'a education was finished at an exclusive private school in Canada. A daughter bra studied music in the best conservatories in the West and Is a genuinely accomplished musician.

When the truth about Mrs. Warren in the play finally became known to her daughter, the young woman turned her back on her mother, declined to accept another cent of her "tainted" money and set about earning her own living. When the truth about Chicago Mrs. Warren became known to her children all loyai to their mother except one a son who has left home. Perhaps more humanly Illuminating than the Attitude the children toward the mother is the altitude of th world toward mothor and children.

The eldest boy has a position of trust. His employers have not allowed his mother sins to affect bis stand- lug A younger son the one who has dis-app. ared was discharged from his position as soon as exposure came. Of a large claoB of pupils in music taught by the daughter all but two have been withdrawn their parei.ts upon one excuse cr another The youngest children, once popular among their 1 playmates, are now shunned and lonely. The Mrs Warren" of Chicago is Mrs.

Ada Krowt-11. ir. largo outline her case is al most an tx.ic duplicate of that of the woman of Shaw's play, Left by tiu deatn of ner nusband wun nve mall children on her hands. Mrs. Krowell was by a cruel problem.

Or. one band flic before her loLg days of slavery at the wash tub or with a scrub brush, a. borne iu -tiuiilld garret of a tenement, tcthicg to wear arjd little to eat, her ragged children at play In putters aod alleys, destined porhapo for the poorhouse. perhap3 for the pei-itentlary On the other baud she saw wealth, a borne appolat'-d with all that money could buy. fine clothes and a larder bursting with abundance, her children educated at the best Institutions in tha country, growing up to be men and women of whom any mother might be proud.

Remember that this problem was not in a tory boJi, but In real life, and It confronted a widow with five small children axd no meat of support. No matter what may be thought or said of Mrs Krowell's principles or morality, her vision remained clear She sw conditioLS as they were. Who or what Is to blame for these conditions is another question. She bad her choice of good with poverty or evil with wealth. She choose Til.

But this teem certain she did not make her choice from wholly selfish motives. It was her mother love that set her face toward sin. with its accompanying prosperity. Mrs. Krowell's rase may be regarded aa a Itudy In social conditions Or again It may considered aa a study In warped peycbol-ogy.

In either case It la vastly Interesting. If Mrs. KroweU'a problem and circumstances were similar to those of Mrs. Warren, her philosophy of life also Is much the same. Here In excerpts from Shaw's play are the cardinal tenets of Mrs.

Warren's philosophy i "My own opinion and my own life! Do you thick I was brought up like you able to pleat and choose my own way of life? Do you ttlnk I Md what I did because I liked It or thought tt right or wouldn't rather have gone to college and been a lady If I'd had the hanc?" "One of my sisters worked is a white lead fxrtory twelve hours a day for 9 shillings a week until she died of lead poisoning. Ac-other was always held op to me as a mode) because she married a government laborer In the Deptford victualling- yard aod kept his room and the three children neat and tidy II sbllilnes a week until he took to drink That was worth being reapeotable for. wasn't fir: "So she lent me some money and gave me a tart, and I saved steadily and first paid her back and then went Into business with her her partner. Why shouldn't I have done The house in Brussels wa real high class -a much better place for a woman to be In (ban the white lead factory where Acne Jac rot poisoned. Would you have had me be a scullery maid and become a worn-cut old budge before I was 40?" "Saving money? But where can a woman jet the money (o save in any other business? Could she save out of i shillings a week and keep herself well dressed as well Of course, if you are a plain woman and can't earn anything more, or If you have a turn for music or the stage or newspaper writing; tbat' different.

But I had no turn for such things All I had was my appearance and my turn for pleasing men. Do you think I was such fool as to let other people trade In my good looks by employing me as a shop girl or barmaid or waitress when I could trade In them myself and get thr profits Inst eadofstar-vstlon ware'? Not Ilkelv." "I was you say, from the busings point of view? Yes, or from any other point of view. What is any respectable girl brought to do but to catch some rich man's fancy and get the benefit of his money ty marrying aim as if a marriage ceremony could make ay difference In the right or wrong of tho thing! the hypocrisy of the world makes me sick!" "Everybody dislikes having to work and make money, but they have to do it all the same. It's not work any woman mould do for pleasure, goodness knows; though to hear the pious people talk, you would suppose was a bed of rcscs." "It can't be right that there shouldn't be better opportunities for women. I stick to that; It's wrong.

But It's so. right or wrong, and a girl mutt make the b6st of it." "Where would we l.e now if we'd minded the lertynian's hues Scrubbing floor? for oze ani sixpence a day and nothing to look forward to Lut the workhouse infirmary." "What's the use In hypocrisy? It people arrange that way for women, there's no good prrt ndl: it's arranged the other wiy. I never was a tit ashamed, really. I consider that I al a right to be proud that I managed everytbire, so respectably." Here Is Mrs. Krowell's ethical philosophy as -he sets It forth herself: "It's eay for wrnitn and men, too In goo.h circumstances to talk about what I should have done.

Don't think for a minute that I liked the life I have lived I wanted money I had to have it It seemed tome the only may to get what I manted. I still think It was." "I should have liked nothing belter than a quiet, happy little home In which I could bring, up my children respectably. But with Ave children on my hands and without a penny to my name, wha was I to do? I wish some minister or some woman who thlnka I have done wrocj would answer that question tor me." "I am neither ashamed nor sorry for what I bave done. The end baa justified the meant. My children are wel! educated.

No disgrace anvftiln Ilia maw liannn a their edocatloa. They are prepared to fae the world and make their way la IL Ai for 10CXJ5. Wd. WMEEH ADLdL 1 1 A 7 I i 1 I I I I Ei i.ig,, Hx mil i rt tm ii i IT tvo "Tl fT iaj-saiaiLic raisi life elmost: eoaci ifliiplcefe off that ol wo woo jmLi umm mi vw mmm0m. -imSk TOO me, I am getting old ard nothing much matters.

My chief regret Is that I have Lecn found out. But, after a.l. I did tbe best I eould." "It was either the washtub or the business I entered. I chose the If I had tt to do over again. I would make the same choice.

No wafhtub for me." "I might have lived In a tenement and remained respectable. I can Imagine myself In the third floor back of a tenement. No air. no light, no bathtubs. All tbe family crowded into one room room or possibly two.

Ob window perhaps, with broken panes patched with paper. Across tbe alley, another tenement. Poverty, wretched'nf si, filth and stench all about. I can Imagine my- THE leading citizen of Nugget Bar gloomily awaited at the Old Home saloon the tri-weekly stage for Tallbolt, says the New York Telegraph. Ealeratua Sam, the "bad man" of the ramp In Its old reckless days, but now reduced to conduotlng a bicycle repair shop, spoke cynically.

"Gents, our glory hez departed. Once we was tough. VTlence stalk'd abroad. Sobriety was our bane, crime our proudest boast, hommyclde our diversion. Our name was dally In the A.

r. dispatches, and parties that loved evil fur its own sake flocked here. Gents, we got to give In the town of Tall-holt. Why. tbey even got a band o' vigilantes over there now." Saleratus brushed aside the tears that trickled into his beard.

"Vigilantes!" sneered Bronc Thompson. "Lcrnme tell yuh, Tailholt's up agin virtue aa shameful aa us. What's the most vl'leot act them vigilantes committed so fur? Why. they voted to keep "Three Weeks' outen their Carneggy li'bry." "Even mat there puffo'mance crowds us off'n the trail." broke In Saleratus Sam bitterly. "What kin me show? Three men arrested for playln' pool at the Temperance billiard parlors after 12 o'clock, a feller from Horseback Ridge fined J3 fur packln' a gun Inside the city limits, an' one lawsuit over a patent washin' machine.

Oh, sure, our evil ways Is the talk o' the mhole kentry. It's a wonder we ain't been muckraked!" 'Hain't our chamber o' commerce wrasa-lln' with that problem?" expostulated Alexander Hamilton Blobbs, proprietor of the Palace hotel. "Ain't Its committee- to promote crime an' disorder workin' night an' day? Ain't wc hired a real Indian to stand around In a buckskin an' beadwork suit that come frunTthe best mall-order house in Chl-cawgo at a cost of $29.98, not countln' alterations? Don't Bronc Thompson make up fur the famished prospector that's crawled la from over the hills with a ore sack full of rich specimens that we copped at the Butte fair? Don't Doc Henderson act the drunken cattleman playln' bank with the limit off. usin' a roll o' real money purvldcd by the public-eplrlted cashier o' the International Trust comp'ny? Don't my own wife git Into a red silk dress and sombrero an' stand up to th' bar, or lookout the game as "Keno Ain't I known aa Black Aleck when I lead In my band o' drunken cowboys to shoot up the town? Don't we pay the Chinaman $7.50 every stage night when we wreck his place an' chase him Into th' hills? Don't we pull off a live gun play right In 'ere every time strangers Is present, bavin' Jak Shl-manskl, o' the Golden Rule cash store makln' out he's Buckskin Cbawlie an' eooly cuttln' another notch In bis gun butt after he's latd out Dare Hoffmeyer there, who's then free to wash an' go back to bis Empire bakery I tell ynn. cents.

It's bound to com our way if wo keep drawls cards long nough. Now I self In auch a pen bending all day over a tub op tpalnv a wa a Iwtn until mv hntr ached and my brain was numb and I staggered to bed like a dumb brute. Between that and this other buslnec. I'll take the tuslcess I lik to enjoy life. I have a right to erjoy life.

I want no morality nor i respectability that mould make me or my chll iren miserable I "Just suppose I bad kept out of th.s red-I light business and chosen the weshtub or the scrub brush. A fine happy chllitbood my children would have had. TfcMr pla -prounde would have been the back streets ind alleys. Their playmates mould have i been the ragamuffins of the alums. Tbey OLD WEST REALISTS MEET TARTAR.

let's llcker up. Stage's most due." Half-heartedly they called for "soft" drink leonon pop, sarsa peril root beer and the like for In tbe town's decadence they had all become members of the Band of Hope. Saleratua Sam, In his depression, declared that for onoe he needed something with a "kick" In it, and recklessly ordered ginger ale. Outside they scanned the road to the mesti and presently discerned the stage crawling down out of thehllls. "They'a a passenger, sure!" exclaimed Blobbs excitedly; "a man settln' up with Dawson Dan.

Our luck bes ohanged. Hustle now and git into yer make-ops. Don't forglt yer guns, an' don't furglt yer di'leck. Any gent neglectln' begin a sentence with 'which' is fined) two dollabs. Remember, Nugget Bar Is the last camp in the kentry where the old reckless frontier life is atjll to be observed.

Where's that darned redskin?" Harold Two Hats, the Indian, waa dragged from the Temperance billiard ball, where he was (practicing fancy pool shots, and made to don tbe barbaric garments of his forefathers, including war bonnet and yellow oohre. Thus adorned, he would pose majestically In front of Little Beaver, where, under threat of discbarge, he was permitted to utter but three words to any curious stranger: "t'gh," "How" and "Paleface." The word "firewater" bad once enlarged his vocabulary, but was now forbidden. It had been discovered, to the camp's bitter humiliation, that after two drinks he was unable to refrain from telling Swedish dialect stories. With a superb flourish Dawson Dan baited his foaming steeds before the Old Home and profanely demanded strong drink, according to his contract with Nugget Bar for local color. His solitary passenger descended, shot a brief glance at the group of fierce, heavily armed citizens lounging picturesquely before tbe saloon door, and without a word entered the Palace hotel across the street.

"Talkative: as a clam." responded Dawson Dan to eager Inquiries. "Couldn't gitter a word outen him." Blobbs, now made up as Black Aleck, the desperado, hurriedly crossed the street from tbe hotel and beckoned them In to the bar. "We land." he assrured them excitedly. "I git hla number first crack. Then to clneb it I ask him to Jlne me In a drink.

He aaya in quiet out firm tones. 'Thank yub. no; I want place to wash "Washin blsself at this time o' day 1" broke In 9aleratus San. sneerlngly. "Where's be think be Is? I bet he's a drummer fur a mll'n'ry an notions bouse." "Listen here," Interrupted Blobbs, "I got blm, I tell yub bls slight but muscular Agger dad in a neat flttln' suit o' gray; bis cool, gray eyes and diffident manner, under which forks, however, a gleam o' danger.

He saunters Into tbe bar. cool but watchful, an aa the blusterln' bally tries to make blm drink whisky his arm shoots out Ilka a atael rod, quick's a flash, an' the blnsterln' bully measures his Un'th on tha Door' "Meanta mar demanded taiarataa Sana, would have been half starved and half i clothed. They would doubtless bare velopcd Into criminals. In the eaV the or tbe penitentiary probably would claim them, ilut on the other hand. I chose this business.

What has been the i result? My children have grown up In a i beautiful home, surrounded by all tbe refinements that money could provvle They have been to tbe best schools. Their com panions have been the children of families of social station. They have lived aa the children of the rich live." "I might have been a factory worker. Perhaps I might have obtained a position behind a counter In a store and worked for $6 or 19 a week. But if I bad done this sort "Sure, meanlu yub! Ain't yub the camp's terror? Where's yer public sperret? An' after that he turns out to be some one a bad man hlase frum further West, who killed his man every place he stops.

Or. mebbe the younger son of a English Earl, with big estates In St. John's wood or sum- uiers. an ooeu aicaea out me uuaras nn cheatln' at bac-raw. Only be don't kill yub.

gam Jes' pots rub with one quick blow on the point o' the Jaw. then draws two guns on the rest uv us. an' we see be game, so we all drink together while yer betn' brung to. An' after that him an' yuh la lnaeper'ble. Yuh fairly worship biml" "The devil I do!" exclaimed Sam.

tenderly fingering bis Jaw. "That's Jest whatever," replied Blobbs. "That Is. ef yer meanln' to run fur city assessor this fall, like yuh said. Yuh throw tbe camp down in this emergency an' aee what vote yuh poll." Loud cries of approval greeted this.

Earn paled visibly, but bis muttering lost all defiance. "Git resdy now," warned Blobbs. "an' aee that yuh bluster plenty. Yub ain't furgot them lines I wrote fur yuh? Olt outside now, so's yuh kin make a good entrance." "He'll prob'ly ask for a lemon squash when Earn Invites him to drink," ahserved Blobbs. "Squash exclaimed Red Pete, the bartender.

"Say. this ain't no eatln' house, this is a "Sib," warned Blobbs. "He's hre." A scene typical of tbe far West In Us wildest days met tbe eyes of tha alight bat muscular stranger. Doc Henderson, a "drunken cattleman." played faro under tbe watchful eyes of Mrs. Blobbs, who, as "Keno Kate" exchanged persiflage with blm as be lost or won his thousands.

Bronc Thompson told bis tale of famine and revealed his rich ore sample to a group of sympathetic cowboys. Blobbs as Black Aleck, ostensibly In bis cups, quarreled loudly with Dave Hoffmeyer. who posed as a gifted abort card player. Chief Big Little Beaver atalked in. uttering at Intervals.

"Ugh!" "How?" and "Pale Face." Suddenly tbe comparative quiet waa broken by tbe yell of Saleratus Sam. who dashed through tbe door with his guns leveled from the hip. "Whoopee! Tar I kern! Duck low. you white llvered whelps! Which I'm shore tbe Peevish Panther from Dead Man's Olucbl They named that thar gulch arter seeln my work. Which I'm hell with the blower on.

I never had no brlngln' up an' I shore got a bad heart. I'm plumb murderous in all my Impulses and I'll have yuh all crow hoppln' an' hard to ketch In one minute. My bloodthirsty ways la the gossip of the hull neighborhood! Gimme llcker gimme yer worst coekln' whisky." The strsnger had halted before tbe bar and aeemed now to engage tbe bully's wandering gaxe. He approached the slight bnt muscular flgre. "Have a dram, stranger I mean strabn-tab?" be began, blushing aa ha corrected his dialect.

Tha atraager turned aflabty. "Thank you. I wilt. Bartender, what bottled waters havoyoaT" Saleratus Sam roared promptly; "You'll of thing, 1 should have bad to put my children In an orphans' asylum or let other ptopje adopt thrm. I have preferred to keep my children.

1 love them. I have covoted my lite to tbciu. Whatever I have done, right or wrong has been for them. Lc I all the goody-goody folk who would pats Judgment on to remember that." For write year. Mrs.

Krowell has led a dual life. In Indiana avenue, ber borne was luxurious. Paintings by high priced artists adorud the walls Costly rugs strewed the floor Bl's of rtatuary and tilc-a-brac were lu odd corners Everywhere mas an atmosphere of quiet eleraccr and refinement In Iearborn street her resort was gay with the music of piano and pot p.n The long mirrors and polished floors rrfle. tod painted and tcditzeced girls in abbreviate: costumes, mho puffed cigarette smoke Into the air or turned off butrp'ri of champagne. In Indiana avenue, she was the 'tmnectly respectable Mrs.

krowell motherly, with a penchant for music inclined to be Iltersry. looked up to b) her cetghtors. a charrclcg bosttss. an ideal Lelghbor. hotpltalie, generous, often a friend in need.

In Dearbcru street, ike was "Mrs. Johnson," cold, demanding every penny that could be rightfully claimed from the wrsgc of slD. encouraging living on tbe heart's blood of girls. Then suddenly like a bolt from Ike blue came exposure. A former employe sued ike womn for wage.

The case was thrown out of court. In revenge, he went to Ass stant State's Attorney Clifford O. Roe and aocuved Mrs Krowell of procuring yoAig girls. Mrs. Krowell aaya the case Is blackmail take hard llcker.

yuh chicken-hearted galoot. None o' that soft stuff. Come, nominate yer jlienT" The alieaee was electric in Its tension. All I eyes centered upon the inc. Black Aleck I gleamed triumph Tbey amaitcd the quiet but firm tones or tke stranger, and tbe lightning quick blow of his arm.

Saleratus Sam glanced backmard to see that he had a clear apace for bis fall and shuddered, longing te cover the point of his Jaw. He beard hla own watch licking the fateful seconds. Tbe stillness was maddening. At last the stranger broke It. "Why.

certainly." he said, in quiet but firm tone. I was only Inquiring about tbe chaser. I'm afraid of this alkali mater. Whisky? To be sure! Give me a born or that Kentucky Belle rye the Best whisky that ever came out of bond. Not a headache In a barrel Tbe tension was broken as the bottle slid along the bar.

Saleratus Sam glanced pit-eousiy at his confederates. They knew the doctor had forbidden him alcohol on account of Ms rheumatism. Yet none could help him. He mas forced to drink under the stranger's watchful gaxe. "Put 'em out again." ordered the latter.

"For everybody, ne added. "And take the ends out of some more bottles of that Kentucky Belle rye. Gather about, gentlemen, for I find myself In a playful mood." One by one they came forward and drank. Tbe reputation of their beloved town bung In the balance, and ctanchly they upheld it. There began a saturnalia that caused Nugget bar to go dry at the next election.

Even "Keno Kate." mother of three babea, president of the Home Study and Culture club, and secretary of the W. C. T. V. toyed loyally and patriotically with a glass at the end ot the bar.

By nightfall Saleratus Sam had to be carried to his bicycle repair shop, weeping dismally. The others' mere hardly better. Long abstinence had made them susceptible. Chief Big Little Beaver had told -all bis "Ole stories, and Doc Henderson, the faro player, was no longer pretending to be drunk. He had played In ot his own money at the bank and lost It.

Tke shootlng-up of the town by cowboys hsd to be abandoned, and tbe Chinaman. -OMDOlemted In hla laundry, bemoaned the loss of tho customary $7. GO. Only tho stranger remained himself, extolling the virtues of Kentucky Belle, and dispensing It lavishly. Saleratus Sam rallied a bit later In the evening and enacted a drunken cowboy traversing' the main street with appropriate yells, but mounted on a bicycle.

The night passed onrecked by Nugget bar's lesding citizens. Most ot them raised aching beada from the floor of tho "Old Home" only as Dawson Dan cracked hla whip for tho start at dawn. Tho stranger, alert and smiling, mounted beside him. To the rear door of tho Old Homo crept tho wreck of Saleratus Sam. tapping softly.

"Pur God's sake, bring me a mess uv bromo seltzer," ho whispered to Bio tbe, who an on off nn She chclaria that whatever her past has been, she haa never dealt In "white siavts." But blackmail or not. the harm has b(n done. Mrs Kroi II "profession" has been revealed not only to the public but to her children mho through all the tars had been kept In Ignorance it Andrew Krowell. tbe eldest sob. is a Harvard "gra A mfirtxr of exclualve fraternities, at college, he njoyed great popularity, a latlsh prt.dr ke mat almays willing to lend some lad that waa "broke" a goodly share of the allowance that his doting mother never failed toriult Buslces mas almays good at the Dearborn street resort, and the money wnt a long way toward the "Fair Harvard" havicg a high time Well brought up.

of fcuMd. and generous to a fault. Andy was the motif at La.iny a Back Bay Hill mam mas ard tbelrdaughters had dtsigrs oc him A well kr.om-n figure at cotillons, a Juliy good sport with the ftllowf. and yet an ear-Led atuiient. Krowell was at once the envy ml admiration of the "studea For four years ke had the lime of his life, and tt the umr time made a good record as a student He now enjoys a high position In Title and Trust company Mary Krowell.

the eldest girl cow 10 years old Is a musician. Fhe plays the violin and llano skillfull? Drvcud to ber art she insisted on teaching music, and soon built up a larg class of pi.r.1 Her younger sisters arestlilstfrchoal. and are attractive children Tke second son. who Is younger than his sister Mary. Is 1 and been educated In a private boarding school, since he was II He recently entered business.

The little girls learr.rd of the change caused by the exposure of their mother's life la school. Tkeir classmati with their coses at swered a.s summons. "I das; vt: tu thre; that devll'd make rr.e drink aaie!" "He's gone." sighed Blobbs. Tbey walked meakly to the bar where the crowd was examining a card. "He flipped us this when the stage started." said Bronc Thompson Bog is read.

Cnion Pistilllrg Comrany, Louisville. Ky "Kentucky Belle Rye." J. Clarence Aprlelborp. Demonstrator. Cities and Manners.

Social critics are hard to satisfy. F. Hop-kinson Smith wants city folks to learn good manners, and would have schools founded to teaeh the gentle art of being polite. That sounds very well (for all the world bates a boor), until we stop to think that only a little while ago the schools were introducing athletic and physical training to break what waa then recognized aa the tendency of college boya to become "sisslfled." The schools have taught them athletics, and now the complaint starts that the polite inrtlnct has teen killed acd a reversal of the order is called for. It Is what the Orientalists mould call the turn ot the spiral, the spin of the wheel; Occi dentalists.

less given to philosophizing, mill probably dismiss it by saying: "Some other crank gone buggy." The defense mill be urged that Amerlran urbanltes are no longer urbane because there re too many of them and there it too much to do in a day. Good manners are presumed to take time, and therefore to attach to those Idle ones who have opportunity to display them. The man ruthing fraru one down town appointment to another, the one running to catch a car or eager to set a teat In a crowded one tecausr tbe activit.es of tbe day have been trying has little time aod small thought for formality He bump mhom he may and is bumped In turn. Anyhow, tbey are people he never expects to see again, so why waste god manner? The whirligig of time has through this process worked to complete revolution that whereas city life was once so universally supposed to promote politeness that "urbanity became aa adject iv-of diatiaction. now the city ha made man a rowdy aod robbed turn of his breeding.

The Real Question. Senator Taylor of Tennessee said tbe finest example ba know or the antebellum negro's ose of tbe English language waa tbe remark made by an old negro whose worthless aoa waa married aecretly. Tbe eld man heard ot It and asked tho boy It be was married. "I ala't aayla I ain't." tha boy replied. "Now.

yen. 'ftastoo." stormed tho old asaa. -I ala't aakln yea ts yew ain't; I la aikla yoa ala't yo la." Bernard a virtuo- turned their backs. By O-gress the chilcrtc learned of their me: ber 's disgrace. Could 1: be true? They mint noma in its.

Tt-ir mother who had "sccst a dear" to them' It was a terrible They were no: old eso jgh to realise iho tall meaning of the accusation, but the; knew It was very dreaful mhtc the other shucred them All of little friends with horn Ue; had so geeroualy shared -ockft macey ref us. to recognize them Their bom friends walked haughtily on the other side of the street. All save one girl, who had not hce strictly, forbidden by her mother She maimed true. And holding the ban-da. of kr two sad lit tie combat.

she dejectedly home with iS'tc Thee came a cumter of notes to the lav nocett lr.le m-f tt act- Oi.e of t. "r.greted her ltabihty coctltj. her lesions Another gave as a reason fvr stopping her music, that her forme tt i. her had unexjectedry returned from Eurcp A Lfc'rd wrote that til health prevented htr keeping up her lesaons. and another waa leav -g tews.

So on down the ill but twot malse4 from her score of pupils. The a-on learned of the charge in the world's cc his arrival bead cess Only tke dw before, his tad inquired anxiously by tclptote of fcis employers bow the boy was getting ct She had been loid he was Lt factory. On arrival at the rOr re tbe fatal morning was callei before hl eciplcywro 1 to receive an on tke grcuci that he as "too slow Tken be read tbe story, In the as7jyr aid kr.ew why re had been to tfclrpe! With tka awful story fclm in tbe tace ho turned his vep toward home There ba lesrned tha: It was true that bis me-tker tad maintained the resjrt in Dearborn street. That was enough for the lad. He baled the aiul world He felt tta ev ery one on the stree that be ra-ed kcew.

mho ke was. He would run awa vad ba did His mother distracted. His little titters ra afraid be bas drowned The poor lad coulda't stand tbe disgrace wbs it was thus bro'-gh: home to bitu that tla sins of the parrot are veiled upon the rtlld. The other children bzve remained by mother's side to beip btr. Her son AndYrmt haa come out manf'ally in defense of hla mother Ho Is deeply grateful for all rb has done for blm and the offaer children.

Ho adm.ts tbat his mother did wrong, but feels that as she sinned through love tar her children, the sin should be condosed "My children are disgraced tor life." sal Mrs Krowell. with tears In her eyes. their mother, have trocghl disgrace cpoav them 1 would hv sooner than let my children know the source of my income, and to think that after all these yecrs tbe thing should com to light. They are aJJ true to their mother, however. All except the poor lad wbo mas thrown out cf his position, and he has run away, more on account of what people will say than anything else.

1 feel that If he is alive ho will coma back, to me. It like the boy to go ck on hla mother. i I "When my husband died I was left desti- tute. Vv husband had provided. us with every comfort.

I hsd never been prepared, for any sort of work. Something had to bo done and at or.ee What would! yon have, done? Would you have gone out as a scrub I moman? Would you have taken la washing! If I chose that sort of a life I krew mhera my ere destined to land It was a choice between tbe slums and defect tur- 1 looked the matter over acd i up and down on both sides, and decided that the mash tub was not for me. The ether way mas not attractive, either, bnt it would have troken my heart ta aee my children pis leg in the gutt-r It would have killed me ta know thzt tbey were to grow up thout acy education. I bated 'be life tfcat I took up, but I dl It for my ebildren. "I have cevr-r te a hypocrite I gave cp s-oing to church when I first atsrted out ta.

this lite I couldn't have gene, for I should have felt like a hited sepulchr My children are good. I tatight them thetr prayers. I taught them tk difference betneen right and wrong. 1 shielded them in every possible manner. I bad a woman, of refinement as a sort cf goveme-s-touse keeper She waa with them constantly "Is It true that yon posed as a muaia teacher?" Mrs.

Krowell wss asked. "No, It Is not. I have never posed ss anything. My children were not of a curious tars, of mind and they did cot question me. Tho neighbors never thought of criticising me.

My one thought In life has been my children." "Haw did oa manage toeecape exposure "I guess It was Ittck more than anything else tbat I dido get fovind out If Ioalyhad given-jp the business long ago aad retired eo one ever would have been the wiser. I had played with lire so long that tt became a sort of oocoad nature. I bad long sinew ceaood to tear re-Ming burned "1 folly expect to bo cleared of the chafga against me. bat It will never bring back mj. children's aimlrrhed aacoo." Mrs.

Is attractive and clever. Bnt over all Is a veneer hardoees that sba coold no! rave failed to acquire la a 4ccs years la "Mrs. Warren'a profession.".