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GIRL-MOTHER IS FORCED
Somewhere in the city, a girl
mother, a victim of the miserly
wages paid by the big loop de
partment stores, is mourning the
baby she may never -see again.
And the baby, now a chubby,
-happy-eyed month-old boy will
grow up without a name, without
knowing his mother,, with never
an idea of who his father was,
just a nameless waif.
The girl-mother didn't want to
desert her baby.
the Paulist nursery at 9191 Wa
bash ave. yesterday afternoon.-
She was dressed simply in black.
Her eyes were red with tears, and
she carried the baby in her arms.
She seemed to be about 20 years
old.
She gave the baby to the house
keeper of the nursery, and then
told her story, s'obbingly:
"I want tojeave my baby here,"
she said. "I cannot keep it any
longer. His father has gone
away, and I am all alone."
The girl broke down here, and
it was several minutes before she"
could continue.
"You see," she continued at
last, "I work in a loop department
store, and I only get very little
money. It is barely enough to
keep myself on, far less a baby.
"And then if the store ever
found out that I was a mother, I
would be fired. So I can't keep
my baby.
"You'll look after him, won't
you? You'll take care of him,
and perhaps some day, it God is
very good, I'll be able to become
his mother again."
She walked into-
TO GIVE UP HER BABY BOY
The tears were in the eyes, of
the nursery housekeeper, too,
now. But there were the rules,
and regulations of the nursery to
think of. She asked the girl to
wait for a moment, while she
went for a blank form to fill out
with her name and address.
A frightened look came into the
girl-mother's eyes at that. She
gave a little gasp. It was evident
she was afraid the department
store where she worked might
hear that she was a mother.
The housekeeper left the room.
She was gone only for a few min
utes. When she came back the
girl mother was gone, and the lit
tle month-old baby was kicking
his" chubby legs and crowing with
delight in the memory of his'
mother's kisses.
So the baby was left, without
even a name. Just a waif, to grow
up, like Topsy, without father,
without mother, without a home,
without love and without oppor
tunity. He was-taken to St. Vincent's
orphanage today, and left there
with the hundreds of other name
less children.
And the girl mother, whose
very name is not known? She's
somewhere in the city, slaving for
a great department store, the pro
prietors of which are millionaires,
and stopping every once in so
often to crush back the tears that
will rise because she has lost all
right and claim
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to her own baby.
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