New Britain herald., 1928-10-17
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Your mother says if there'd been sound. she'd have heard it. She's simply oroken-hearted, Sybil. So IS Nalerie-and Tad. You knew we couldn't have loved Teddy any more--any of us-if he'd been our own little boy"
 "l want to go in and see him. Mabel"
 Not tonight, Sybil.'
 "Ycs-now. want to see my baby"
 "Sybil-darling- brave"
 Mabel took her icy hands and held them warmly.
 ''Teddy's face is black, dear. All purple and swollen. You don't want to see him like that, In the morning Sybil it will be different then"
 My baby. Mabel. My Teddy black. Those little pink checks that soft sweet skin-oh God in heaNen."
 They gave her a hypodermic to quiet her bleeding nerves and an opiate to put her to sleep.
 And in the morning, pale and wrung, she listened patiently to the doctor who told her she must not tax her strength. and that she should be brave for her mothers sake. She waited Or the un- dertaker to have his dreadful hour with her darling dead. And. when he had taken his black bag and departed she called to Tad, and they went together to the nur- sery where Teddy lay in his little crib.
 He looked like the Christ Child that lies in the managers at Christ mas time. The little wax Christ, as white as snow and dearer than heaven and all its angels.
 "I think" said Sybil. as she looked upon her child. that we would like to be alone. Tad-Teddy and I. Let me kiss him first, Ted. Then you may kiss him. /. Kiss his cheek. Tad. . . I'd like you to
 
 me. Tad because he's my own little boy. And l can't ever kiss him any more.
 All morning Sybil sat with her dead child And her mother and Valerie and Tad stood at the closed door while she sang to him. and her song tore at their heart strings.
 By and by Mabel came with Jack, and they stole. too to the nursery door and turned away. because they could not bear to listen.
 Half the day Sybil held her son in her arms. And his little body grew warm with the warmth of hers. and his st aight small arms and legs grew soft And the stiff ness left his little fingers. when she rubbed them. so that they curled about hers. And his hand lay like crumpled rose petals against her cheek, when she held it there. his whole body grew tender and almost | rosy as she cradled 1t in her arms. so that the child was rare in death. and ethereal, like a baby angel withou: any wings. and golden curls for halo.
 Sybil told him stories and sang him lullabies.
 Sail, Baby. sail out across the sea. Only don't forget to sail . . .1back as1in to me- "Humor her" the doctor had told them. "Something may snap, if We are not very careful"
 So they did what she asked them 1 when she tiptoed from the room that afternoon.
 Bring me the little green pant ies," she commanded, and Tcddys white linen blouse. don't want him wearing his pajamas all day. And where are his play shoes Mother?"
 Valerie presse the blouse and sewcd on missing button. Mrs. Thorne moistened the shabby little play shoes with her tears, and kissed the scuffed out toes.
 Poor Sybil" they whispered to one another. She'll never get over this"
 With aching hearts they brought her everything for which she asked. and left her with their darling. to dress him in his pretty best and keep him warm and soft.
 The next day was cold and l ct eI-