The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-07-27

She Tell upon her knees and would
have kissed his hand had he permitted.
He raised her from the floor and made
her take a seat on the one chair in the
room, and now that there had come to
her something to arouse her from the
stolidity of despair she began tu Weep
copiously.
At this moment the door was rudely
opened by vicious kick of mans
boot, and a drunken, rough looking
man tottered into the ROOM At sight
of him the woman emitted scream
and sprang to his side.
My God, Patrick, Patrick" she
cried. you've been drinkin! You've
come home drunk
You're liar!'' cried the fellow,
rudely pushing her away from him.
I'm not drunk! I'm crazy; that's all.
Crazy! I'm crazy from losin my child!
So keep away from me, or I'll do you
hurt. And who's this bird with the
fine feathers?" He noticed Mr. Mitch
ell and turned upon him threateningly.
who's this man you've brought in
here?"
on so! This gentleman's come to help
US. Be civil to him; there's a good
man." Then. turning to Mr.. Mitchell,
she added entreatingly: Don't mind
him, sir. He's been drnkin, but it's all
because of the baby. He's sober man,
sir-indeed, indeed he is. Don't hold this
up against him" Then to her husband
again: ooh. Pat, Pat! What made you?
And I've just been tellin what good
man you are, and you come home like
this!
Like what? I'll come home as
like. It's my home. such as it is, and
them as don't like it can leave it. And
as for you, with your pretty clothes and
pretty face, I've half a mind to do you
up. comm up here and gloatin over the
misery Of poor man."
He faced Mr.. Mitchell and raised an
arm threateningly. Mr. Mitchell, grasp.
Ing. his wrist, held it firmly, and, speak.
ing in a tone of command, he said:
Patrick Griffin, you've been drink.
ing"
'I've notv' snarled the man, trying to
free his wrist.
you are drunk now" said Mr. Mitch
ell, land you ought to be ashamed of
yourself"
"He will be! He will be when he gets
SOBER" walled the wife.
/ II believe so, said Mr.. Mitchell, "and
for your sake and for his, too, since
you speak for him, will forget this
affair. l will do all that 1 promised
for you. And now, Patrick, lie down
and regain your senses as soon as pos
sible."
The man had found himself master
ed and was standing surlily looking
down. He now made little resistance
as Mr.. Mitchell drew him toward the
bed in the next room and threw him
upon it.
Mr.. Mitchell returned to the wife.
who again and again protested that
! her husband must have been crazed by
the loss Of their child to have taken a
drink, which was not hard to believe,
| all things considered.
/, Mr.. Mitchell again assured her that
proper arrangements would be made
for the funeral of the child, as we'll as
for the future of herself and husband,
and then approached the subject which
had prompted his visit
/, Now, Mrs. Griffin" he began, 81
must tell you why came here [ want
to know all about the baby that was
taken from the graveyard back of
here"
cts not much know, sir. was up
! on the roof one day last week tryin to
get bit more air for my own baby,
/ and, chancin to look down, l thought
l saw a young one in the grass in the
| graveyard. l didn't think much of
that, but the next day saw it again,
and the next day palmer still, cause it
had crawled out to an open spot where
the grass wasn't so high and there it
lay, as naked as the day it was born
lookin up to the heaven from which it
came. | thought that strange, and
would have gone down to see about it,
though before that l supposed it be-
longed to some of the people down
stairs and had been put through the
window to play in the grass. But my
own baby was so poorly that day that
l couldn't spare the time to look after
anybody else's. But the next mornin
my baby was bit brighter, so l went
on the roof and looked down. Sure
enough, there was the little one in the
same spot where it was the day before.
l suppose it was gettin too weak to
crawl about. So / went through the
house, but l couldn't find no one to
claim it, though two or three windows
on the graveyard had seen the baby.
But they all thought it belonged to
some one in the house, same's | did.
Down in the Jews place on the first
floor there was young girl who had
been THROWN food to the baby, and
from the way she spoke to me almost
believe it might be hers, only she's that
young it don't seem possible Anyway
that same day l told the policeman
about it, and he sent word to the So.
ciety, and they took it away. That's all
/ know"
'What is the name of the Jewish girl
who fed the child?"
'Rebecca Polaski or some such queer
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