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My children soon married, and I would not be a burden to them; so I came East for a while, and settled down quite unexpectedly into a place as a field-worker for a child-labour committee. You may think that a woman so situated would not have been apt to meet Mrs.
The institution of Sunday schools between 1780 and 1790 had awakened a new sense of duty towards children in the community, and the growing use of child-labour, keeping pace with the constant increase of machinery, forced upon the public the necessity of legislative restrictions, which have been noticed in an earlier chapter.
Harold Cliveden's, and she began to talk to me about child-labour, and this and that plan she had, and what did I think of them, and suddenly it flashed over me: 'Maybe this is a reporter playing a trick on me!" I hurried out before breakfast next morning and got all the papers, to see what this enterprising lady had done.
On the steps of a mansion on an icy night you will find a bare-footed child asleep, with its bundle of papers in its arms ... child-labour costs so little that it may be well employed, every evening, to sell tenpenny-worth of papers, of which the poor boy will receive a penny, or a penny halfpenny.
Congress and the Senate co-operated with the President in this, while the Supreme Court justices gave their sanction and the money lords and the captains of industry agreed. War was declared upon the capitalist masters of the nation. Martial law was declared over the whole United States. The supreme power was vested in the President. In one day, child-labour in the whole country was abolished.
"I've made a big breach in your life, Sylvia," I said. "It wasn't all you. This unhappiness has been in me it's been like a boil, and you've been the poultice." "Boils," I remarked, "are disfiguring, when they come to a head." There was a pause. "How is your child-labour bill?" she asked, abruptly. "Why, it's all right."
The following Sunday there appeared a "magazine story" of an interview with the infinitely beautiful young wife of the infinitely rich Mr. Douglas van Tuiver, in which the views of the wife on the subject of child-labour were liberally interlarded with descriptions of her reception-room and her morning-gown. But mere picturesqueness by that time had been pretty well discounted in our minds.
Then, his wrath gathering emphasis as he went on: "The longer I live the plainer I see Shakespeare was right what fools these mortals be, and all that. There's that Haggage woman speech-making through the country like a hiatused politician. It may be philanthropic, but it ain't ladylike no, begad! What has she got to do with Juvenile Courts and child-labour in the South, I'd like to know?
It was become a miracle of the art of colour-photography; its hair was golden, its eyes a wonderful red-brown, its cheeks aglow with the radiance of youth! And yet more amazing, the picture spoke! It spoke with the most delicious of Southern drawls referring to the "repo't" of my child-labour committee, shivering at the cold and bidding me pull the "fu-uzz" up round me.
So long as the article did not say anything about the ownership of child-labour tenements! I did not see Sylvia for several weeks after that. I took it for granted that she would want some time to get herself together and make up her mind about the future. I did not feel anxious; the seed had sprouted, and I felt sure it would continue to grow.
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