The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-02-22
CURE DOLLS NOWf
ANXIOUS NoTHERs At THE doom
OF THEIR FAMILY DOCTOR.


Her raiher wen,t Eain. asa sse whe rrsnaea
May HAS Gene % the Wospftal % ne
Mended H~orseiE-Tws p1atroun Unaer Ono
Umbrella Lament fer mer. and TELL OF Some
or the Wenaerrsi Cares she Has Made.
Friends Of Mrs. Amelia Leib took her to Belle
vue Hospital on Sunday evening and left her
there TO rcoveer her speech, which she had lost
temporarily owing to q blood clot on the brain.
They told the hospital authorities that Mrs.
Leib was q widow. who made q good living as
q dolls physician. Now. dolls physicians are
Of the nature Of phenomena In q world of
commonplace professions, DO q Sun reporter
went up to Mrs. Leib's house at 81 Seventh
street yesterday to find out something about
her practice. Entering the vestibule he found
therein an umbrella of considerable magnitude.
From beneath 1t came voices, small, girlish
voices.
"Sposon." said one voice, ''sposen phe should
diet"
why, Freda 0rsler." said the other voice, In
tones Of Mortified reproach, "ain't You shamed
to even think such thingsi Whatever would
become of my dollyi'
mine, tooi' said the voice which was ad-
dressed as Freda. "She's had whooping cough
and measles, and consumption, 30 that her saw
dust all began to como out, and"
II beg your pardon, ladies'" said the ro-
porter.
There were two little squoaks of surprise and
dismay. and the big umbrella tilted back, ro-
vealing two tots, mainly distinguishable by the
fact that one wore her back hair in two perky
little pigtails. whereas q bang ornamented the
forehead Of The other. Four round eyes sur
veyed the intruder intently.
'.Is this where Mrs. Leib II vesi'' asked the re-
porter.
"Yes." said tho little girl with the pigtails.
"Have you got q sick dollyi'
mo, 1 haven't" the reporter was forced TO
admit. 'Have youi"
Gravely the tot drew out from under her lit
tie cape a most dilapidsted rag Of dollhood. II
there is any such thing as q dead doll. that doll
was one.
This" said its owner. bestowing q fond
glance upon tho wreck, lis my favorite daugh-
cali her Candyetta,' she explained. because
shes 90 sweet. She's sick and 1 brought her to
II brought mine, too" put in the other little
from under. her arm, ".Her names Imogene,
why should you call her Imogene on that ac-
COUNT" asked the reporter, feeling himself on
the verge OF an interesting discovery. But
".They named ne Cora. and my hairs brown
'n sA Ha@eo 1t tne too bad about Mrs. Leibr" said
Freda socially. Her talker won't talk, and
they !gt took her It, to the ,,6 hospital "a n to mend d. IT,; ~ Tho
dolls on the east side said the other tot, "and
what our dollies will do without her I'm sure I
s ss!is;! Up but 10. TO, , her, .s Shes s',, such sn, , Id, delicate &c. To-
dearie this timer Then she'd AXE care Of 1t,
and the next day it would be almost as good as
AND a great deal nicer" added Cora.
1T was aTtu nice: the wny he talked about
S ,s%i spst @sn u t hex 'w SSs canis talk sI1e at Ha ail!Z
Maybe she's like the big doll from the store
q little girl brought her once" suggested Cora.
you and be real polite; but it's talker got broke
and whenSMrs. Leib .ried to fix II, it got fixed
"os.6.h.hI D'yoa bIieVo thati" said FFeda,
Course 1 do, cried the other Indignantly.
and Mamie tell it to Mary Stern, and Mary tell
4 to EN-. I guess Mrs. Leib wouldn't say it If
well. 1 don't believe it," declared Freda 90
positively that the reporter fastened to inter
whats the matter with Imogenei" he asked
that strange creatures natural protectress.
Cora held the doll up to view again. One of
and it had a strange glare, due. perhaps. to the
other southwest.
"My brother Tom says it's got the willles."
brothers are horrid," declared Freda, with
conviction. Mine broke my other dolly's legs
of, and Pa licked him good"
u. "Imoeene looks to mt" ventured the reporter.
''as II she painted"
Don't. either!'' replied Cora. with indigna-
ton. she's got a fever. that's what makes her
So red. Rachael Enteman used TO have O skirt
dancer doll and she painted"
''oo-oo.ooh." said Freda, that amt re-
well. I'm going to take my Imogene homo
before she catches cold" declared the other lit
tie lady. There amt anybody inside, because
I've rung the bell and they didn't answer"
I'm going. too" said Freda. There, don't
cry, Candyetta. Mrs. Leib will come back by.
~ hope your dolls will recover, ladies'" said
the reporter. as he stepped out to give free pas
sage tothe big umbrella.
THANK YOU" said the two mothers. and the
umbrella began a stormy voyage down the
street in the teeth of the sportive wind.