Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-10-20

fish. too-the children about all interested
and laughing. Il don't want TO come out
Naomi lisps, in a funny sort of baby bari
tone voice, that doesn't at all suggest the
wax doll with real" hair-the same fluffy
yellow hair of your own first wax doll in
the real hair that Naomi certainly resem-
bles.
This is the pride of the hospital" says
DIR. Hagner, when he finally has her in bis
arms. Her hip has been operated upon Sc
that she Is greatly improved since coming
here, but she will always be a cripple
Then, after much persuasion. Naomi Is put
down on the floor, and in her funny bari
tone voice sings Daisy" An hour ago you
wouldn't have believed you could laugh SO
unaffectedly.
Il wanth a doll baby" says Naomi, as
you say goodbye. Somebody else calls out
that he wants fire engine. and as you
answer back that you wouldn't be surprised
IL somebody sent them these things and
some others, you are almost certain you
could name the woman who will do It.
Across the hall you pass into the white
medical ward. You start back half in ter
ror from the door of separate room which
DIR. Hagner enters, telling you, meanwhile,
that here is a small boy with typhoid fever;
that the foot of the bed is raised to prevent,
If possible another hemorrhage."
A peep into the linen room shows you a
small boy perched on a chair, his head pill
lowed on his arms folded on a shelf, eyes
closed, sound asleep. sam. SAM" says the
doctor, awakening him, what are you do
Sam Picker, who Is receiving the full penal
ty of the law for disobedience-to sit still
on chair by himself
Within the ward the doctor indicates a
boy of seven and twin girls of four
These" says he, "were brought here with
typhoid fever. The father mas died of the
same disease. The mother bad it and re-
covered. Besides these three children, who
are cured and must go home next week, the
mother has two other smaller children.
What she will do to take care of them all
next winter I'm sure don't know"
1t Makes You Think.
Neither do you, to be sure, and it's very
unpleasant to have to think about it. Real
ly. you had no idea but somebody was at
tending to all such matters. Yet a knowl-
edge of the neglected, the unreached poor
is piling upon you. Even while the doctor
is talking your eyes wander from the three
orphans near you to a meager wisp of a
child, with peaked, searching face and out
ward you.
She can barely distinguish the outline of
Objects" says the doctor
She has come up directly in front OF you
now. Her blurred eyes are struggling to
your face. Her thin hair clings TO her
drawn temples and sunken cheeks. Five
years old, and she has never laughed I'm all
her life-thats clear. You doubt IL she
ever smiled when she was new-born-smiled
to hear the snurmur of that outer infinite
which unweaned babes smile at in their
sleep ''She was left In the street by her
parents. or by somebody" DIR. Hagner tells
you. The police brought her here"
You feel SO very uncomfortable, it's a re-
lief when DIR. Hagner says gently, There.
that will do now. Run along and play"
Unbidden. she reaches an uncertain hand
toward you.
She keeps her struggling, lightless eyes
on You. and thsy make out her voice that,
like her face. Is q monotone OF sadness.