The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1903-12-04
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SCme moments later, hardly know
| ing how it had all happened, she found
| herself walking into her studio build
ing carrying little child. In her purse
was bit of paper inscribed 40 Plum
Icy alley" 1t was the poor woman's
address, to which she had promised to
take him. y man she knew, who was
passing along the corridor, smiled and
remarked, Rather small model, Miss
/ Blair Elizabeth flushed as If she had
committed crime and was relieved to
close the studio door behind her.
Then she put down her burden and
looked at her watch Ten O'Clock!
The model had come and gone. No
hope now. She herself would have to
take the child home. A short confer
ence ut the phone told her the where
abouts of Flumley alley, eight squares
south and just off the -th street car
line.
When she left the phone she found
the little one standing close by. Eliza
beth studied him with half shut eyes.
Not bad" she thought-"a Dona-
tello, if the forehead were q little high
er and the curls not so fine and tight.
How should like to paint him! Come
here little one. What's your name"
ALAN Campbell naughty"
"Are you naughty?"
"'Es. l want my muvver."
His mother! Elizabeth felt quick
pang of horror. "Gomc here, and I
Will show you something pretty"
She held out her watch. The silver
ana gold ornaments on it's long chain
pngled attractively. Alan Campbell
slowly drew near the shining object.
lie seized it just as little stray dog
would have done bit of cake-seized
1t ana walked away. Then Elizabeth
brought out pictures. 1t was surpris-
Ing how quickly they were friends,
sitting on the floor side by side look
ing at ''pussics" and "doggies."
1t was after II when Alan Camp-
bells face began to look doleful.
II want cup Of millik," he all
nounccd.
There were pitcher of cream, some
biscuits and glass of jelly in her
stock Of tea table provisions. With
this luncheon spread out before him.
Alan Campbell was soon installed on
the edge Of the model stand.
When he had drunk all the cream
except that which soaked into her pref
~ rug. when his face was CORY with
'urrant jelly. and biscuits had lost their
attraction. Elizabeth took one sticky
little hand in hers and led him firmly
to the WnShStand. After he was cloan-
and dry she sank into chair, eX-
haI-,ed.
81 want up OH 'ap," cried little
voice appcalingly.
She drew him up. For awhile he
was amused by her velvet blouse; then
his eyes began to close. Alan Camp
>Selrs head was on EliZabeth's shoul-
.N. His right hand clasped hers tight
a, NIc was fast asleep.
80 beth had the true artistic nature
- as HWhen it feels does so with aban-
hhxie soft little body, in her arms.
lN ,y.&i. sweet breath on her face,
= y. ,.r&e very depths of her heart.
'" .,ors; Mhcr life had she felt so
y, mo FiiWbppy-happy and yet trou-
y" ner as embarrassed before her
!. ,oiss Cd "A and bent her head, clasp
NY rcort, romEre tightly. The world
:, "a TN e., as woman. She had q
s.a .;,cts, i ~ and Il strong character,
ns.m ',.,,re : ici~1 girls heart, could not
vi ,o ySf.n- awakening OF !nysteri-
,ro,,,. obfe!thc motherhood beneath
Ne' ,,o ~ Nfthd ambition and stronger
I'D 70 ottSF The flying moments, her
h.nnias Ws4k, everything was forgot
my SrH5 - held the sleeping child.
esaI Mhour passed, an hour. Alan
:, v Ssuddcnly opened pair of
s1hnE blue eyes. Startled by
face, he cried: where's
| want my muvver"
Miss Gdy shook with sobs.
= VINO Is aNouscd from her dream,
VINO wasN quick pang of jeal-
MS VisiC 10 Nj he was jealous of the wo-
:. &fhed 10 Void on the child even
ue!. MI. II. (erlcss TO break. Silent
ly she pnhey hAr wraps, gathered Alan
Campbell, raGlNnd all, into her arms
and hurried ,D0yn to the -th street
cars.
Plumley alley Rrovcd to be a neat
tagged court and NO. 10 tiny white
house with green Skaters. a little old
man, whose eyes were SWOLLEN with
weeping, came to answer her ring
Alan Campbell called "Hudd6 Gram
py." The poor old fellow tried in vain
to control his grief. The girl shook the
trembling old hand and turned away
unable to express her sympathy. Alan
Campbell smiled after her like a sun.
beam.
Elizabeth closed her studio door will
shiver. Never had it looked more
beautiful, more orderly or more cold
and still.
"I want my muvver," a little voice
kept sounding in her ear. Ah, these
mothers she had been plying, how she
| onyin1 them uo\yt If wos rilicul0us tr