Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-05-30

Il
iously waited for her to ask the ques-
ton that would give me the starting
chance. But she had other things on
her mind.
Young woman she began severe
ly, I suppose you have no objection
to being taken away in police ambu-
lancer
/ Il looked up with fright on my
face.
! 'Arrested?' I asked, as piteously as
/ could.
No-no,' she said in staccato
tones, not arrested. said nothing
about you being arrested. But you
must realize that you cannot stay here.
have no place for you. know moth
ing about you. My woman has done
.everything for you that you could ex-
pect and SO l am going to call the
police ambulance or something of the
kind to take you away
""Tears were not hard for me right
then. Weakness had Slapped me, hun
ger had ridden me, and weeping was
not hard task. / allowed my head
to fall back on the pillow and the sobs
shook my body Mrs. Edwards folded
her hands and regarded me.
g Well she said slowly. we'll
well-welE You must have been hav-
ing very hard time. I'm sorry. Can't
be helped, however. Cant be helped.
I'll call the ambulance
"She started out OF the room. /
called to her and asked her to stop.
Please begged. don't do that.
I'll be in their hands soon enough, I
guess. But as long as can keep go
| ing, want to do it. Something will
turn up to help me along. You have
| already helped me a lot. Just let
me rest here awhile won't you? And
then I'll take baby and go on again
"She paused and considered. Then
she seated herself in a. chair near me,
gazed at me studiously with those
hard, cold eyes of hers and asked:
young woman, how did you hap
pen to get into fix like this?'
cit was the chance that had been
waiting for. / raised myself weakly
and looked at her.
/ "'My mother sent me here an
swered.
"sYour mother?'
"'My mother. Or rather I smiled
family, my foster mother. I was
taken to home when / was a child.
never knew who my real parents
were. never was told. never knew
the touch of a real mothers lips.
never knew what it was to feel that
unbounded love which real mother
could give. was just little outcast
into the woodland ] was taken to a
home.
| Il stopped speaking moment to
see whether or not that first shot had
had any effect on the woman. Her
face was as hard and cold as ever.
!" I don't quite understand, she said
at last. Go on
IT knew that hard task was before
me. If I was to touch this heart,
would have to employ every bit of the
atrical art that was in my nature. l
summoned tears as began again
AS / told you, / was just little
founding, left on doorstep by some
woman whose face I cannot remem-
Der, whose face shall never see again
was taken into the home of a middle
aged couple in New York city. They
cared for me, the. father seemed to
love me with kindness that was SUI
| preme.. He would fondle me, he would
take me into his arms, he would walk
with me and play with me in the
| afternoons, he would tell me stories by
| the light of the fire at night. But
| stretch out my arms as would, plead
as I might, never was there a glance
Of love, never look of kindness from
the wife. And how child longs for
| the fondling of good woman! How a
child misses it! How the whole being
Of the little heart cries out for what it
Graves and cannot have! Many was
the times that I would go to that
woman with tears in my eyes and beg
to be taken up into her lap. The an
swer would usually be sheer, shove
away
II paused again. The woman was
looking at me rather queerly. won
dered whether she had guessed the OBJ
| ject or my story. endeaVOTed TO read
her FACET was impossible OF inter-
probation. began again.
And so the years went on. AS
grew up, my foster father gave me ev-
cry luxury, he saw that was well
schooled, that I was well dressed and
well cared for. AS far as money went,
| there was nothing could ask for and
be denied. AS far as he was con-
cerned with love, there was nothing
| that could be desired more But still
the mother continued with me. hard.
cold, relentless in her evident desire
to make the world miserable for me.
What on earth she had ever consented
to taking me in for, never could see.
Certainly she never showed any hui
man affection
II lowered my voice.
"sThere came the time continued,
when my foster father became ill for
the last time. He called me to him
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