The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-07-07
AN ANGEL uNAMAREs
"A Pnshetic Kifsla Tale ~ Three women
1--WE Babies.

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a Patisetic Kattle Tale og three wornsn
and Two Rmhaea.
II was on 3 Sixth avenue surface car,
and when she got on III Twenty-eiQhth
street there were but Ave passenger
two women. each with q baby, and the
spectator.
One of the women sat In the far COR
ner, while the other sat on the opposite
side.
The spectator ID not, as q rule. .srfy-
On" 70 babies, but that baby was one of
that irresistible sort that laughs and
makes fun OF you, gurgling out all sorts
Of disjointed criticisms Of your personal
appearance and general makeup that
would be simply unbearable could you
but understand il
How such . delightful baby could
ever have selected such q mother was
inexplicabla
As you looked at her hard and un-
womanly face-which not even her
baby's smile could soften-you involun-
tarily pitied the child that some day
must turn 60 her for sympathy and HELM.
These observations were Just complet-
cd when the . stopped. and she step
ped ON.
She was plainly dressed i'm q gown of
dark brown, made OF some rich corded
material, edged with fur. Her coioring
was OF that warm, rich tint that
finds In the women Of the south, with
golden brown hair and eyes. Altogether
she was most good to look at
But about her was that intangible.
Elusive something, that indescribable
air-in spite, or perhaps because, OF her
otherwise modest demeanor-that pro-
claimed her the woman Of pleasure.
She seated herself across the car, and
Immediately that baby, attracted by
something-who q say whatf-sofne
latent goodness In that face perhaps,
which her innocent wisdom, untainted
N yet by the wisdom OF this world, rec
ognized-prepared to make Q conquest
OF the newcomer.
She moved her little plump hand and
cooed and laughed. Who could resist
her?
Her face became sufFused; her eyes
cleaned with happiness. She was no
longer merely . pretty coquette. She
was o beautiful, womanly woman.
Leaning forward, she kissed the little
hand TREMENDOUSLY.
Finally, yielding to an irresistible
impulse, she crossed over and sat beside
the mother, who might hare been o
carven image for any sign Of life she
gave.
"Would-would you let me hold that
dear baby Just o minute?''
For the first time that wooden face
became expressive. Those light blue
syes actually glinted and sparkled.
In . thin voice that gave vent to all
the malice Of q narrow nature, she
"Youi why. / wouldn't let you
touch herr
The poor face changed.
The beautiful. happy flush deepened
10 . cruel red. From an expression Of
tenderness it took ON one that
was In itself an ~imprecation.
For the baby's pure sake she smoth-
sred 10 at the door OF her lips.
AT that moment the car stopped, and
The hurried to the door.
She was not 70 quick, however, but
hat the other mother caught her hand,
1er plain, kind, motherly face all alight
o divine impulse Of generosity.
IT get of here, she said. Wont
ron carry my baby o little way? My
arms are very tired
As they stepped together from the
of the a the spectator, over
'ome with reverence fur the beautiful
Of that act, felt that he dimly
Understood what IL WAS RI ssenforkain an