The Washington times., 1921-10-23

that she was to have begun the day after
her birthday. She cannot even wind the
crank handle Of a phonograph.
Every little girl, as she grows older,
has pride and interest in helping mother.
She wants to learn to do the things that
mother does, cook the mysterious and ap-
petizing dishes that come with such pleas
ant aroma from the stove; wash the dishes
and dry them as deftly as mother does,
and make the beds as smoothly and COM
fortably as mother makes them. These
homely tasks that mean so much to the
woman who performs them in her own
home Rose can never share. In real house
keeping, as in doll housekeeping. she will
be helpless and useless.
"At school, gentlemen, while other chill
dren are writing on the blackboard, or are
doing sums in full, proud view for all the
class to admire, Rose will have to sit un-
noticed and forgotten at her desk. or
what avail are those poor fractions of
arms for such a task?"
AS she and her little friends and cous-
ius grew up what charms of maidenhood
would await her? the lawyer asked. There
would be no need to make for her q
dancing frock because she would never
dance-she would have no partners. No
young man would ask girl to dance who
could not rest one hand on his shoulder
and another in his.
Golf? Tennis? Rowing? Swimming?
Riding or driving? These outdoor pleas
ures were not for her.
H.
came tapping at the door of her heart!
She must forever keep that door closed.
What man would want to marry a girl
without hands?
Those little stumps OF arms must bear
the ache OF the motherless. for they could
never hold a child. never press a babe to
her bosom. Life, therefore, must be very
lonely for Rose.
She had been doomed to a life Of help
less dependence. She could not even per-
form the little decencies OF life, brushing
her hair, brushing her teeth, bathing,
dressing-all these must be done for her.
True, she had an honest, respectable faith
er, but he must be away and at his work
to support his family, even in the humble
way in which they lived at No. $40 West
Fiftieth street, tenement near the Hud-
son River. The mother would do what
she could, but life is precarious. Next
month she might be left motherless.
There is a sister, little fve-year-old Anna.
But Anna is not far away from babyhood
And even loving little Anna might not be
willing to work all her life at taking care
Of her afflicted sister.
Life would beckon to Anna. Not be-
cause she was as pretty as Rose. Nor as
sweet tempered. Only because her hands
remained to her.
While the child with wondering eyes
listened heavily as her lawyer, Mr.. Thomas
J. O'Neill, argued impressively to the
Jury, wisp OF hair fell over her brow and
strayed into her eyes. Impulsively she
lifted the stump Of her right arm to brush
Il away.
Then she remembered II was not for her
to perform this slight service for herself.
The little arm in its white knitted sleeve
fell clumsily to her side. Her head fell
upon her breast. Down her pale cheek
a tear rolled and splashed to the thin
shoulder The silent little incident was
more eloquent than her lawyers speech.
Fifty thousand dollars for each arm"
the lawyer repeated. "It is little enough"
In no way was the child culpable. Her
own childlike intelligence had guided her
Alright. She, as her elders, felt safe on
the sidewalk. Meeting her cousins she
Joined them in game in front OF the house
in which they lived. They we're playing
at making mud pies.
Here's a cutter" she laughed. holding
up the top OF discarded beer bottle. She
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