Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1894-10-25
A 5ABY'S FACE.
flow Il Woman Brought Comfort 10
Mother. Aching breast.

flow 3 Woman Brought Comfort 70
Mothers Aching Breast.
She had been hanging around the
Mace for q week or more. Inc poi!ce'
man who traversed that beat had order
al her away once, but she was there
again the next day, looking at the pho'
tccraphs on exhibition just outside the
entrance to the building.
What are you doing around mere
ayain:' he asked gruffly, somewhat net
fled that his first reproof had not been
needed Didn't l tell you yesterday
,o STAY away from here? Don't you
know you are liable to be arrested! GU
don't look very well, you know ne
added half alphabetically, touched py
the appealing look in the faded gray
ewes 1.-The urtist'll soon be raising q
row. You'll hurt his trade. What 90
you want here anyhow
THAT" she said wistfully, pointing
to one of the photographs in the 1ne
collection. a..
The policeman looked. 1t was the
picture of baby.
1T looks like my boy" she said
TREMENDOUSLY. Don't you suppose !
could get one Of them? 1t wouldn't be
any harm to ask, would it?'
The policeman's harshness had van.
ished. Perhaps the remembrance OF
baby hands gone out OF his own l'1e
softencd his heart and he answered
kindly: "No, it won't. Come on, III
90 with YOU. Well see what we can
do"
The fashionable Wabash avenue artist
was visibly surprised when the couple
entered his studio.
"Shc wants to ask favor Of you,
said the officer, pointing over his
shoulder to the woman In rusty black.
II guess you'd better do the best you
can for her.
"It's about the picture down there on
the street." she proceeded ttmidly in
answer to the photographers look Of
inquiry. "I've been coming here to LOOK
at it for l don't know how long /
couldn't stay away, for, as told him
a moment ago, it's just like my boy.
You see, I never had his picture taken.
I couldn't afford it. ! kept putting it
off and putting it off, thinking that
some time would have more money,
and even after he got sick neglected
it. for couldn't believe I'd lose him. !"
She stopped.
"Well:" questioned the artist.
"But they sent for me to como to the
hospital one night, and they told me he
was dead. The first thing / thought
was, And l haven't even picture Of
him. So ever since then I've been look
ing for face like his I've examined
every photograph and every fancy pic
ture l came across, but never found
anything resembling him but this. You
have one up here, too" she said aris-
ing and standing before dainty face
looking down at her from its place upon
the wall. "Thc likeness is perfect. The
same large, earnest eyes, the same long
lashes, the same curyc Of brow and
cheek and the same bonry smile. He
was 80 pretty, my baby was. I wish
had that picture. Do you suppose
could get it,"
The policeman had walked 70 the
window and was watching the throng
Oh the street below. Tho artist coughod
anu Silt,tlttt ms Lice VI ltI lll I4t.ith-j anu
the shabby, rrematurely old woman gaz-
ed lougin ely at tho pictured face before
her.
cts an unusual request" the artist
commenced doubtfully.
but you won't refuse to grant it, {" q
low voice interrupted, and its owner
stepped through the doorway from the
inner room, where she had been prcpar-
ing for sitting.
II heard what you said, she went
on, and the sweet face was transfgurcd
with gentle sympathy as size cluspcd
the hand of her unfortunate sister. land
want to tell you how sorry am that
your baby died. That is my boys pic
turo. You can have the photograph,
and you can sec him. Every Eour
thank God for pairing Linn 10 he"
The lit Of cardboard OH which were
liElnod the features Ct Il child rcscn-
bling her dead b;.ay was given to her,
AID tho wcll;:,l, wiiCso l4oart lad earn.
cd for years for Cli!also of a face like
her boys, went cut On tho street again.
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