No Use to Hold Out Hope to a Mm in
The Shadow of the Grave-ttfelp
Came But It Was Too Late-There's
a floral in This Read Jt and Be
ilore Considerate of tho Poor, t
TM (Juad in Detroit Frearreus
I stood leaning up against an awn
ing post in Hester street, watching the
poverty of a summer's evening the
poverty, despair and desperation of
the east side as it surged back and
forth of hundreds of men and women
when a little hand softly stole into
mine, and I looked down to find a
giil of 12 standing beside me. She
was' bare-headed, bare-footed, ragged
and unkempt a fair specimen of
scores of children on the block. I
smoked my cigar a long minute, and
looked down at her before she said:
"Come up and see him."
"Who?" I asked.
"Daddy."
"Where is he?"
"Fifth floor up over there," point
ing to a tenement across the street.
