The Bryan daily eagle. (Bryan, Tex.) 1895-1898, 1897-01-02

Without attracting the attention OF any
nave the pretty head nurse, says the
New York Herald. The little chap was
an Indian baby, the two-weeks-old.
lhree-pound son Of a i7-year-old moth
er. who Is said 10 be as near a little
heather" as we often ind In New
York. She Is a Carib Indian. a pref
". brown-skinned daughter Of a race
which Is rapidly disappearing from the
face OF the earth. His fatherY But
that's "the old. old story" The glrl
came originally from Maracalbo. 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. wherewith TO deck
such bodies as John Boyle o'Reilly
said CLEAN IN the sunshine like little
topper statueties" From Maraoalbo
these tiny slaves arc taken 10 Caracas
where they are put into families and
servants when they are scarcely more
than babies themselves when this
girl was but IL years old she was
brought 10 this country by a family
In whose service she had been for
years. Annie and her baby we're TAX
en- % Bellevue By a beautiful Span
lsh woman who lives In Goth street
and Annie was taken away by her
when the little tragedy was over.
While the baby lived Annie slept in
the lodging house provided for such
forlorn mothers as she. but the days
she passed by the baby. These wo-
men have No affection. said a Span
lsh woman win' aas seen such women
Tor years. but how llttle she has known
the dusky little creature other wo.
men may decide. They are absolute
~ without moral sense. which IL nat.
ural. They are slothful and dreamy
and maternal love is 10 them a sealed
book" Yet idle curiosity 10 the me,
chanlsm Of baby. even her own first
born. seems hardly a sufficient reasof
Tor the way Annie passed the hour.
by tho cot where her sloe-eyed baby
with her own straight black hair ans
old-lvory skin. lay SMOKING and Enuf
hng after the manner Of his kind. Tn
nurses would pass and End her on he
knees upon the floor. bending over tn
little fellow. watching the au,tering o
his tiny breast. listening TO his quick
light breathing. sometimes rubbing he
finger over his delleaiely curved chez
and sometimes even daring TO open IN
crumpled pink fists to dwell upon N
wonders OF the tiny nails. as perfect
almond-shaped as her own. "You mus
not sit on the flooF. Annie" they woul
say, and she would obediently sea
herself upon the wicker rocker the
gave her. But she would as quickl
forget and they would pass throug
the ward again. to end her once mot
upon her knees. engaged IN the san
hungry worship. But she never too
her baby in her arms" argued one VII
, was full Of theories regarding the lac
Of maternal love In such heather" {
I little Annie.
! Possibly" said the womanly nurs
b -raclously. but there's many a mott
CT who Is not a 'heaihcn' who can r
member how her own hands iremhl
h and her own knees shook the trst tin
she dared 20 take In her arms u
J. precious little creature beating the a
with is fathers hands and lookiI
At her with lts fathers eyes. She Ct
G tell you why Annie knelt by her baby
a bed and harly bres.hed when she Ia
a finger on its cheek.
, Gods greatest gif, to man" 81
n concluded. gravely. is the fact N
mother love Ia not a matter Of cloth
or complexion"