The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-08-16

doctors and nurses were standing near,
, anxiously waiting to reclaim their patient.
You mustn't forget, fardie'--the little
| voice was quite weak-"buy me-that-
that motor car-you promised-~you re-
member-don't you, fardie then me be
welly good hoy-~and get quite well.
Mnu that the nurses took him and the
| delirium returned Joe Miller kissed the
boy and went back to the study ,-
He threw open the window, The impasse
| OF traffi had more or less disa ppeared.
| but the fog had thickened, 1t faced him
| like a gelatnous wall, built up from the
| ground flush with the house, opaque, shut
ting out the world yet sensitively reflective
As figures creep out under the influence
OF chemicals from the white blur of photo
| graphic plate in course OF developing, so
there slowly developed in this fogscape,
with the window for q frame, shadowy
figures not hard for Joe Miller to recognize.
memories bitter for him to recall. He
shut the window hastily
An overwrought brain, nervous tension
and the cry Of child had unnamed him.
1t was absurd, Half inconsistently, half
IN bravado, he reopened the window. And
again his thoughts and memories silhouetted
themselves in the fog,
A boy il dancing with girl in the reckless
abandon hefitting dancing resort in the
Barbary Coast Of San Francisco. The
eyes and mouth of the girl tell their own
tale; the boy is handsome too.
II il no picture Of youth and innocence;
the surroundings forbid Try such illrsion.
Yet neither the girl nor the boy Is half 80
bad as the company they keep.
The film in the fog che nges. The Pacific
Ocean now beats up against u rough shore.
Near by an old mission, half hidden with
tall palm and cacti. the same boy and girl
are walking
The girl is saying: IL never thought you
cared enough to come all this way TO see
me. Oh, joel I've cared for q lot of men,
but never, never like cared for you"
The boy smiles with conscious pleasure
and conceit. He kisses the lips put up
so longingly to his.
Joe Miller. watching all this picture in
the fog, groans.
The film changes again. Once more
the scene is San Francisco. This time
at night in a deserted side street. The
some boy and girl are talking earnestly.
In her rms the girl carries small bundle. .
"Joe,' she says, "Tve he'd him christened
Joaquin, after you. Don't be angry, Joe.
I'm not good woman, but it does break
my heart to lepve it on stoop.
With blunt frankness the boy tells her
he cannot marry her, They are both almost
penniless. It's best for the child to be left
ss the founding of people who can care
for it. She had agreed to that before;
why all this fuss now? She herself had
said that she would not he fit mother to
anv child
The girl steals forward to the porch Of n
large house. For minutes, which evidently
seem hours to the bov, the bundle IN pressed
convulsvely to her breast. She puts II
down in a safe corner and silently rejoins
the bow in the shadow of another house.
The faint cry of a child feeling for its
mother is heard above the steady croaking
OF the frogs The girl mother starts to go
back. with almost a rough movement the
bow pulls her away. He leads her, now a
woman numbered, 10 their former haunts
you and !, he saws. "can't afford to be
bothered with children"