The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-18

talks with that Queer-looking man?
"Hashem yerahem" he cried, leaping
out of bed. broad awake In an Instant
The Name be mercifull Up Up" He
shook his wife roughly. "Get the children
or we shall be burned to death Oh, Mas
ter OF the worldr'
Even as he spoke. the housekeeper could
be heard hammering on the doors and call
ing OUT "Firer' at the top ut her voice
Already the thin acrid smoke of scorch-
ing wood stung their nostrils and the house
so stin the minute before was all az once
a Babel of confusion. The little ones,
limp and heavy with sleep, were got down
stairs somehow, the parents never knew.
Yetta carried Benny and the mother man
aged to save the precious 'talith, or
prayer shawl and the Sabbath candle
sticks that had been lighted with the APP
pearance of the first three stars of Fri
day night for many generations. Across
the street they fed and there stopped TO
take breath and to count the children
Blessed be the Most High over ALI"
sighed Goldsten. I'VE are all safer'
but the sewing machine. And the
clock! And the furniture! And our
clothesw walled Mrs. Goidstein, her voice
rising higher with each itemlzed loss.
"Woe! Woe! Oh wehi Oh weh!"
can we help it by bowling demanded
Goidstein. Peace. We are all alive. That
is much"
The police had formed a Gordon. The
fire engines had begun their vibrant or
gan tone and were shooting up golden
fountains of sparks Thin wells of spray
rose from the joints of the swollen hose
sprawled on the ground. People were
swarming down the fire escapes. Firemen
were carrying out the old ana bed-ridden
and Abramovitz and his family were being
helped into an ambulance. All were burn
ed on the top of their bare feet as if some
scalding liquid had been spurted on them.
"Ah ha" the people nodded. as they
whispered together. What a business for
Abramovitzw
"Oh, mammal cried Yetta, as If awak-
ing suddenly. MY rosesr
Before any one could devine what was
In her mind, she darted under the arm of
the policeman and flew up the stairs of
the burning building. The parents gasped
and then beat their breasts crying: 30
ruch dayin ho-emesy' ana blessing the
True Judge as for one already dead
Fireman Connolly, leaning over the back
edge of roof, thought he saw some one try
ing to climb up the window-sin of the top
floor kitchen.
'"Dugan,'' he shouted. didn't you get 'em
alE out of the top hoor?''
Every one. And none too soon neither
Look at that scuttle hole. Like a blast
furnace"
Somebody down here on this window
sill. Hey Sissy! Reach up. I'll get you
Hang on to my legs, Dugan, till get over
a little further Both arms, sissy. Both
arms! Hold EN- both up!'
"Oh, please, my roses!" cried Yettn,
clinging fast to the box
Damn your rosesr' scoIded Connolly and
clutched at her. But he got only her
Sleeve and as he swung her out, the worth
less stuff tore out and the child fell down,
bounding from one merciful clothes-line
to another, but striking at last on the
paved yard and lying quite still on the
stones.
"Oh my Godw groaned Connolly for he
had little girl of his own at home
Help me up, Dugan, I've lost her"
The feet of them that carried her to
the ambulance trod into pulp the flowers
for which the child had rsked her Gfe
Bad fracture of the ribs and arm" said
the surgeon. Looks like internal injuries
too. Get her to the hospital as quick as
you can"
When Yetta woke to consciousness, a
sharp pain stabbed her with every breath
and dun ache had her by the arm. but
she almost forgot that, she lay In a bed so
fine and white and sprlngy. The room was
white and cheerful and a beautiful lady
in white cap and apron was leaning over
her and saying; ''Well, my little girl, and
how are you now?'
oh, please. my roses" whispered Yet
ia family.
Miss Kavanaugh unpinned a flower from
her bosom and gave it to the child.
There's nice one. Doesn't 1t smell
sweet"
The little one took it alphabetically and
still pleaded: My blues roses"
All along the ward were other cribs
with children in them, propped up and
playing with dolles and picture books, but
so listlessly that it made the heart ache Ia
Eook at them The doctor, as he came
through, had a word and a smile for each
of them. ''Well, Yctta." he said, as he
stopped at her place and cast a look al
the card over bed-head. YOU'RE getting
along fine. How would you like to have q
nice dolly that can open and shut her
eyes?"
The little patient lay still and then re-
peated: "Oh, please, my roses"
shes got rose" he said to Miss Kav-
anaueh.
own roses, her blue roses"
Blue roses" ne laughed. ''Well. that's
a notch above me-
"AEl flowers are roses TO the East Side
children" explained the nurse.
Down in the office, when she could not
get in to visit the child, Mrs. Godstein
sat, rocking herself in an ecstasy of grief
full of horrld fears that the doctors would
give Yetta "the black bottle" to get rid Of
her She brought delicacles, big brown
cucumber pickles as thick as a mans
wrist, and slices of pompernickel spread
with caviare. 1t is needless to say they
never reached Yetta, but the more nutri-
tious food she did get seemed not ~ dc
her good, though the bones knittet
properly enough.
That's the worst of these tenement
house children" said DR.. Agnew. "Got
no stamina in them. Just fading away
Pretty little thing. TOO"
Such a pretty roses what I had yet, .
she told him in her blanched voice. u
got them on the park The policeman
what digs, he pulled them up and
took them home and so pretty they
growed. If could had them roses. Al
blue they was and a yellow fringes or
their inside middle"
you eat all you can and get wei
soon and then you can go home t
your blue roses" said the doctor, fol
want of something better.
II didn't got 'em no more" she wills
pered, and the tears filled her great blacl
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