Heppner gazette. [volume] (Heppner, Morrow County, Or.) 1892-1912, 1906-12-20
!. Little Baby Beth \
i. BY Caroline II. Stanley. III
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T was New Years eve. Downstairs
in the parlor was Baby Beth 5
i Christmas tree, just as it had been
arranged week ago-bisque doll,
toys, glttering balls, marvellous sugar
dogs and bears and 'elphunts," candy
apples and hearts, popcorn, colored tapers
just ready to be ighted-and upstairs
Baby Beth was dying. All week long,
with the fierceness of a tigress fighting
for her young. Margaret Thorne had
fought for her childs life. From the mo-
ment that the first hoarse cough smote
upon her ear and Beth had said, Nam
ma, it hurts me here when l toff,' she
bad lost no time. All that doctors,
nurses, servants. friends-mother love
could do had been done, and now in her
darkened chamber the mother sat with
her baby on her knees and waited. To
ward night a change had come. The
harsh cough ceased, the painting breath
came more quietly.
Didn't she seem easier?" she had ask
ed, and the doctor had answered briefly,
Yes Then, after an interval of wait
ing, Wasn't her breathing less labored?'
The doctor made no reply.
Doctor" piteously, don't you think
She is better?'
DR.. Lemoyne turned away. He had
practiced many years. and witnessed
many a scene like this. but to his kind
heart each one was new.
: MY child" he said, she will never be
any better-she is dying
Margaret Thorne made no outcry. shed
no tear-she would have tomorrow and
all after life for tears" to-day she had
her baby. She bent over the child and
half stretched out her arms with the i'm
pulse to take her and go somewhere
anywhere-away from everybody. 1t was
the instinct of the wounded animal Then
she fell into the monotonous swinging mo-
ton of the knees, familiar to mothers,
patting her little one softly the while as
If she were putting her to sleep.
1t was heart-breaking. The women to
whom the child was only a dear little
baby who would be better off in heaven"
as the phrase goes, crept about the room
weeping softly with aching hearts. At
ter a time Margaret looked up.
Doctor" she asked. how long"
Il can hardly TELL" he answered, "but
only a few hours at best, think"
She turned to the women.
"Send for her father" she said briefly.
There was slight stir of surprise. Sig
nicant glances passed from one to an
other behind her bowed head. Then they
went out TO do her bidding.
The message was quickly sent and as
quickly answered. The case brooked no
delay. Margaret Thorne heard the fa-
miiar step in the hall, then in the room
below A moment later he came in. The
women spoke to him in the sympathetic
key of the sick room and the doctor si-
iently wrung his hand. Margaret looked
up with a slight movement of the head,
but did not offer him her hand.
Margaret" he said. "it was very good
OF you to send for me-
1T was only right" she said. her voice
hardening in her efforts 10 steady it "she
is your child, too
He made no effort at conversation, and
so they sat. the silence of death upon
them. 1t grew oppressive. The women.
one by one. stole out of the room. and
the doctor finally muttered something
about going into the library TO lie down.
telling them to call him if there should
b. any change. The two were left alone
with the dying child.
II was a strange scene. Each held a
baby hand each with a burden Of grief
unutterable bent over the little form and
watched the Pickering life go out: and
each shut up and double-lorked and bolt
ed the heart that the other should not
know what was therein. They were but
a hands breadth apart. but between them
was a great gulf fixed.
John Thorne had not seen his child
since that never-to-be-forgotten day when
be gave her and his home into Margaret's
hands and went forth alone. How he had
Ionged for a sight Of the baby face. for
touch Of the baby hands. none but him
self would ever know. But he had been
too proud 10 ask 10 see her. and Mar
raret had said in bitter scorn. IT is the
way Of the sex. 4 woman would never
have forgotten her own child" And she
bad clasped Beta passionaJely to her