The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-04-19
Dr.. Dinp1es.

6AOAJ uHu ldSlliiB happiness
The janitor glanced at the clock, and
stretched his arm to the entrance gate
of the "Foundling" to close it. but on
the instant. a shabby woman passed
hurriedly through, and the man looked
after her as he drew the iron together
with a clang.
There's another of EN-" he said
half aloud. "and of course she thinks
she'll recognize the child she brought
here baby, years ago. They all think
30. But not one in a thousand '-his
sentence trailed off into nothing as
he disappeared into his lodge.
Meanwhile the woman traversed the
wide, open space, passed under the
colonnade, and gained the INNER APP
proaches to the church.
She was late. and the ugly little
place of worship was crowded. So
much she gathered. as an aggrieved
usher pushed the principal door partly
open. only to show a glimpse of heads
thickly clustered together; and so with
one of the side doors that he opened,
and the next, after which he told her
plainly she must worship on one of
the benches outside, for there was no
room within.
She was turning away with that
Strange indifference of the poor, to
whom nothing ever seems unexpected
cave happiness, when she ran against
Il man m a black cassock, who was
Fastening along in an opposite direc
ttt, The woman muttered an apol-
and would have passed on. but
lne man looked at her-the quick,
t1,ncst look of a man intensely hui
man. and therefore responding to
every note of human love and sorrow.
You want to go in?" he said in
the bright alert tone that went nat
urallv with his face.
There is no room, sir
Come, this way" he said and she
followed the slight, active figure to a
door, on the other side of which an
usher sat maiestically on his stool.
sharp rap caused him to descend
from it. he opened the door a little
way. calculated, NO" then caught
sight Of the surplice, and stopped
short. q beg your pardon, sir, he
said; then seing the woman he had
already denied, added. There amt sit
ting room for child"
"The governors wives pew full?"
queried the man in the cossack, with
a comical CLEAN in his face. that flash
ed into light two wide dimples In his
cheeks, and further accumulated one in
his chin.
The woman's eyes, if dreary, were
observant. 81 like his face" she
thought, land its got dimples in it
If l never see him again I'll think OF
him as Dimples.'
ITS not quite full" said the usher,
reluctantly, but the ladies might"
Nonsense. put her there" and the
cassock vanished. "By the Doctors
orders" whispered the usher depre-
catingly, as the shabby woman took
her place among the silks and fUrs
that clothed the worshippers in the
pew sacred to the governors and their
belongings The nterloper needed
neither them nor their clothes; her
gaze went straight to here. on either
side of the great golden pipes Of the
organ, rose two seas of childrens
heads-on the right, the boys, unpic-
turesque and unpretending; on the
left the girls. quaint and charming
in their black gowns and caps and
breastlets. and aprons of snowy white.
Sunny glimpses of curls showed here
and there on the babyish brows Of lit
tie maids Of five and six. set first and
in the place of honor, while tier above
tier behind them rose elder children,
till at a point not easily at that dis
tance to be diSCerned. the brook was
crossed, and the maiGens stood glanc-
ing. as If downward, on those who
were climbing up, step by step, the
way that year by year they them
selves had assembled.
One of the girls wore medal that
through all the gloom of the church
caught the sunlight. and glittered like
a star. For a moment its vividness
caught the woman's eye but they
were quickly drawn back to the boys
side, where her gaze roved restlessly
to and fro, fixing themselves on moth
ing.
At that distance the Founding boys.
save for a difference in size, looked
precisely similar, and plain and unin-
terestng as an average crowd OF men
dressed alike usually is.
The very eyes of love could scarcely
have deciphered a single face there;
and there was no love in this Wom-
ans regard, only hard, fierce scru-
by that most human feeling, curiosity
She rose and knelt mechanically,
glanced once or twice at the beautiful
stained glass that kept out something
infinitely more beautiful-the sunshine,
looked up at the picture of Jesus hold
ing out his hand to the little human
lamb that went to him so gladly,
looked at 1t without comprehension,
without love. then let her sombre gaze
wander over the congrega lion.
MANY intellectual faces, most OF
them worn and ennobled by thought,
We're there. many handsome ones, too,
mingled their own charm with the
spiritual ones, and some looked happy
but were not, and others, while in.
Wardly suffering. looked content but
each and all of them, to the jaundccd
eyes OF this woman acted part and
hugged a secret sorrow to its breast.
They're not really happy-no one Is
happy she thought: "life's too hard
for everybody-and why can't they lie
honest about it, and not pretend?"
The service had come to a close. ard
the sermon was at hand. Some Of
the smallest of the Founding boys
and girls trooped noisily from the
benches, and by ascending stairs
wended their way upwards, and s.
out of sight.
/ The woman idly wondered as she
watched them go which child was
hers.
why did 1 come here?" she asked
herself angrily." Not because | wanted
to see the boy-thanllful enough I was
to get rid of him, and If | could swear