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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 18, 1912, Image 14

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will "be better soon," she told him,
and, comforted by her words,
even as he had been so many
times in the past, he became quiet.
It was Willie's desire to get
some fruit for his mother. He
had great faith in the efficacy of
fruit in cases of sickness, and he
daily realized that the wretched
food they had was insufficient for
the mother who was stretched
helpless upon the bed.
Down in the street were fruit
stands, and it was comparatively
easy to "swipe" an orange and
get away; he had seen other boys
do it. But Willie was a supersen
sitive soul. He was not like the
"kids" in the tenement. A rude
noise alarmed him, a curse or a
threat terrified him. Somebody
had said that Willie was born
scared, and it seemed to have
been so.
But a resolution, the offspring
of the. direst extremity, forced
him cringing down the stairs and
out into the warm summer even
ing. It is scarcely necessary to
tell What Willie did, but when he
came back his heart beat wildly
with the fear of pursuit. His soul
quivered under the language that
had followed hi mdown the street
as he had clumsily seized the cov
eted fruit and fled. But he saw
his mother and forgot his shame.
She was asleep. He would step
carefully and surprise her. Softly
he approached the bed and touch
ed her face with his hand.
A shiver of horror ran through
him. "Mother!" he cried, in an
agony of fright, "Mother!" She
did not move. Fear almost para
lyzed him, hut he ran across the
hall and called lustily for help.
The neighbors flocked in, One
sent Willie for a doctor.
A few moments later, almost
breathless, he arrived with a
young physician whose poverty
had made him one with the people
of the slums. Willie ran before
the doctor to the bed and took the
rigid form ih his arms.
"Mother, mother," he pleaded.
The doctor drew the boy gent
ly aside.
"She is dead," he said.
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OUR PRECISE ARTIST.
A hair restorer.
Maiwatchin, on the borders of
Russia in Asia,, is the only city in
the world peopled by men only.
Women are forbidden to live in
that territory.
That's one reason why Mai
watchin cuts so little ice in the af-
fairs of the world.
It has never had a scandal, a di
vorce case, a breach of promise
suit or an elopement

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