A TALE OF A MOTHER, HER
There are times when our
boasted, civilization, our organ
ized charities, our civic and relig
ious reform associations seem
Chicago has heard little but re
form lately, and great schemes
for the wiping out of all the evils
of vthe city have been advanced.
Yet yesterday a mother died of
starvation in a dirty, dingy little
room on Halsted street.
And .today that mother Vbaby,
born in the hope of great things
and the suffering of the mother,
is critically ill of starvation in a
If this had happened to a fam
ily of hogs there would -have been
'a great uproar, and the state
and the city would have joined to
gether to punish those respons
"But since it was only a human
nioiher and her iaby there are
-just a few lines in the papers
about the death of the mother,
and nothing about the cause nor
the persons responsible.
, The room wherer the mother
died is at 208 North Halsted
street, in, a rooming house run by
Mrs. JHelen Weiss.
The room has one dingy win
dow. The furniture isfa bed, a
chair arid a soap box. The bed is
'moth-eaten and incredibly dirty.
There is no carpet on the floor.
The mother who died of star
vation mthe midst of prosperous
Chicago was Mrs. Julia Miller.
One year ago Mrs... Miller was
deserted by her husband. She had
a little money then, and good
BABE AND STARVATION
clothes, and was sure she would
be able to get along all right.
And then the baby came, and
all the money went, and the good
clothes were pawned.
The baby was a little 10-pound
girl, as healthy and as beautiful
as any baby could be.
The mother was ill for seyeral
weeks after the coming of the
baby and had to stay in bed.
But at last she was able to get
up and look for work. For weeks
she tramped the streets, and al
ways the answer was the same.
The employers looked at her
shabby clothing, and shook their
heads. Employes of their firms
had to look respectable.
So the mother in;the end "ac
cepted a position" in a rag factory
at Sixteenth and Halsted streets.
This "position" paid the magni
ficent salary of $2.50 a weekl
That was five months ago. The
mother has been working for
$2.50 a week ever since.- She paid
hex room rent out of it, and she
kept her baby and herself until
last night alive on it.
The mother sacrificed every
thing for her baby. She grew so
weak and ill of starvation herself
that she was scarcely able to
crawl, and yet she managed to
feed her baby.
Las nighty Mrs. Weiss went to
Mrs. Miller's room. She knock
ed. There was no answer. She
opened the door and went in.
The mother was lying- on the
bed, a rosary clasped in her hands.
The baby was lying on her breast.
Mrs. Weiss tried to wake the
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