The Eddy current., 1897-01-02

Without attracting the attention OF any
save the pretty head nurse. says the
New York Herald. The little chap was
an Indian baby, tho two-wecks-old
three-ponnd son Of i7-year-old moth
cr' who Is said to be M near n little
'heathen" as We often find In New
YORK She Is a Carlh Indian, a pret-
~ brown-sklnned daughter OF race
which Is rapidly disappearing from the
race OF the earth. His father? hut
that's the old. old story" The girl
came originally from Maracnlbo. where
her sisters are being continually sold
by their mothers TO liquor dealers for
liquor or for beads or silk or bracelets
OF beaten silver. wherowlth to deck
such bodies as John Boyle OReilly
said CLEAN In the sunshine like little
copper atatuottos" From Maracalbo
these tiny slaves are taken TO Caracas.
where they are put into families and
servants when they are scarcely more
than babies themselves. When this
girl was but ~ years old she was
brought 70 this country by n family
In whose service she had been for
years. Annie and her baby we're taxi
en- TO Bellevue by beautiful Span
lsh woman who lives In GGth street
and Annie was taken away by her
when iae little tragedy was over.
While the baby lived Annie slept In
the lodging house provided for such
forlorn mothers az she. but the days
she passed by the haty. These wo-
men have no Affection" said Span
ish woman who has seen such women
for years, but how little she has known
the dusky little creature other wo-
men may decide. "They are absolute
~ without moral sense. which Is nat.
ural. They are slothfu and dreamy
ana maternal love Ia TO them sealed
book" Yet idle curiosity In the me-
chanlsm OF baby. even her own hrst-
born, seems hardly n sufficient reason
for the way Annie passed the hours
by the cot whore her aloe-eyed baby.
with her own straight black hair and
old-iyory skin. lay snoozlng and snuff
hns after the manner Of his kind. The
nurses would pass and nnd her on her
knees upon the floor. bending over the
little fellow, watching the nultering Of
his tiny breast, listening 10 his quick.
Hight breathing. sometimes rubbing her
Iingcr over his dollcately curved cheek
and sometimes even darlns TO open the
crumpled pink fists to dwell upon tee
wonders OF the tiny nails. as perfectly
llmond-shaped as her own. You must
not slt on the floor. Annie" they would
say, and she would obedlently seat
herself upon the wicker rocker they
gave her But she would as quickly
forget and they would pass through
the ward again. TO find her once more
upon her knees, engaged In the same
hungry worship But ahe never took
ler baby In her arms" argued one who
was full OF theories regarding the lack
Of maternal love In such heather" as
little Annie.
Possibly, said the womanly nurse.
graciously. but there's many a moth
rr who Is not heather who can re-.
member how her own hands trembled
and her own knees shook the first time
she dared 10 take In her arms the
precious little creature beating the air
with its fathers hands and looking
at her with lis fathers eyes She can
tell YOU why Annie knelt by her irby's
bed and harly hroathod when she laid
n finger on It's cheek.
Gods greatest giit 10 man" she
concluded grayely, rs the fact that
mother love Is not matter OF clothes
or complexion"