Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1906-04-21

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~ cold bleak winters day, one
of our warm and comfortable
~ institutions received two new
occupants--Patty and the baby.
The baby lay IN its cradle. looking like
a ghost Of the tiniest infant that ever
was born. Its mother had died OF con-
sumption when 1t was week old, The
frail little life was embodied In a deli
cate waX-like frame that looked too
ETHEREAL TO seem real; and pathetic IN
the extreme were its small hands that
instnctively grasped the nursing bot
tie.
Patty, a stolid, unattraCtlye looking
child of eight years, sat faithfully by
the cradle. When asked who she was.
slowly, as II with an effort of memory.
she answered. II am Patty, and / take
care OF the baby" II seems that when
the mother died. Patty had promised
to care for the little one. when other
questions failed TO elicit any replies
from the child, the visitor said I'M
pressively.
Patty, you're all the mother the
baby has; you are It's whole family:
you must be very kind To IT,"
yes" assented Patty ndifferently,
and fell To her task OF rocking and
grooming.
Months went by, aud contrary to ex-
pectatons, the spirit baby" had not
passed away from sight. Patty still
rocked and mothered the wee one,
seemingly alive Ia her responsibility.
But at length. however. the baby went
h. al a
for a small small coffin, and placed
In the centre OF the reception room,
where later the funeral WAS held A
row of children ranging from eight to
two years. Patty among them, sat on
lounge opposite the table watching
proceedings. Death was a new specta-
Gle TO some OF them. once in while.
an older one would lift n smaller one
up, that he might have q better view
OF Patty, who was especially officious
ana important
Some one OF the institution depored
the lack of friends and flowers; another
whispered, Patty doesn't seem to
sense her loss" Still another thought.
''the loss to say the least was very
small. and fell TO wondering how this
tall orthodox minister would handle
the tiny death; how he would manage
to say the appropriate thing. II was
so incongruous-the size of the parson
and the subject under discussion
He stood a minute, quiet, as If gather
ering inspiration; then with tender
ness born OF pity for the small waif
stranded on our shores, he vested It
with worth and dignity never ac-
corded II In life. He was sure of the
Masters love for little children and
His power to hold all In His hand not
letting even sparrow fall without
needing IT, A peace seemed to fall up
on all when he had finished. The last
look was taken, the lid adjusted. and
the tiny casket lifted from the table.
1t was here that Patty who had been
watching each face, each move with
dawning anxiety, suddenly sprang for
ward with scream. She had sensed
her loss. Bursting into an agony OF
tears she cried piteously, as they car.
ried the baby through the door; ~
want, oh. do want to take care OF
the baby"
Have your fortune told, ladies7"
This in sweet and fetching tone,
accompanied by wtching glance and
smile, is a greeting one receives on
passing n Gypsy abode on wheels, on
South State street. The Inscription
without runs something like this:
Egyptian Sorceress. Your fortune for
ten cents"
Upon mounting the steps and enter
Ing this carriage Of fate, the door sud
denly closes upon you. and with a
spirit Of awe you stand face to face
with-your future? No; with a
woman born IN France, posing as
an Egyptian. A gaily-bedecked crea-