The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-09-21
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How Woman Bgoarht Comfort 70 .
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She had been hanging around tho
place for week or more The NIL, s-o
man who traversed that beat had order.
ed her away once. but she was tbera
again the next day. looking at the pbo.
tographs on exhibition inst outside tha
entrance to the building.
what are you doing around hero
again?" he asked grufly, somewhat net.
tied that his first reproof had not been
needed Didn't l tell Won Yesterday
to stay away from here? Don't Won
know you are liable to be arrested? You
don't look very well, you know" he
added half alphabetically, touched bv
the appealing look in the faded eray
eyes The artist'll soon be raising
row. You'll hurt his trade. What do
you want here anyhow
THAT" she said wistfullv. nointing
to one of the photographs in the fine
collection.
The policeman looked 1t was the
picture Of a baby
ut looks like my boy" she said
TREMENDOUSLY. Don't you suppose 1
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 life
softened his heart. and he answered
kindly: mo, it won't. Come on, III
go with you Wen see what we can
do. A"
The fashionable Wabash avenue artist
was visibly surprised when the couple
entered his studio
"She wants to ask favor of you"
said the officer, pointing over his
shoulder to the woman in rusty black.
Il guess you'd better do the best you
can for her. "
cts about the picture down there on
the street." she proceeded timidly in
answer to the photographer look Of
inquiry. I've been coming here to look
at it for l don't know how long. 1
couldn't stay away, for, as l told him
moment ago it's just like my boy.
You see, / never had his picture taken.
/ couldn't afford it. | kept cutting it
off and putting it off, thinking that
some time l 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 come to the
hospital one night, and they told me he
was dead. The first thing l thought
was, And / 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. 1.-THE likeness is perfect The
same large, earnest eyes, the same long
lashes, the same curve of brow and
cheek and the same bonny smile. He
was so pretty, my baby was 1 wish
had that picture Do you suppose |
could get it?'
The policeman had walked to the
window and was watching the throne
ON the street below. The artist coughed
and shaded his face with his hands, and
the shabby, prematurely old woman gaz-
ed longingly at the pictured face before
her
Its an unusual request" the artist
commenced doubtfully.
But you won't refuse to grant 1t, -
low voice interrupted, and its owner
stepped through the doorway from the
inner room, where she had been prepar'
ing for a sitting
II heard what you said, )" she weni
on, and the sweet face was TRANSPORTED
with gentle sympathy as she claspec
the hand of her unfortunate sister, "anc
want to tell you how sorry l am tina
your baby died That is my boys pic
ture. You can have the photograph
and you can see him. Every hour
thank God for sparing him to me. "
The bit Of cardboard on which wer'
limned the features of a child resem
bling her dead baby was given to her
, and the woman, whose heart had yearn
ed for years for a glimpse of face lik
her boys. went out on the street again
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