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"Maybe you'd like to look after her
yourself!" jeered the man.
Nurse Winifred flushed. "I cer
tainly should," she answered quietly.
"However, that is not the point. I
shall speak to the hospital authori
ties." And she took the matter up with
them. They agreed that it might be
possible to have the child committed
to an institution. "But it wouldn't be
wise," was the verdict "No doubt the
father will prove amenable to reason.
You see, the poor are suspicious, and
it would give the hospital a bad
The nurse retired, completely baf
fled. She thought about the matter
all day, and cried most of the night.
Then she arrived at her decision.
When the father came she told him
plainly that she was willing to give
up her spare time to the child. She
would come for a couple of hours
daily; if he was unwilling she would
have the child taken from him.
The man. looked at her with dull
rage. He had not dreamed that she
would take him at his wonL ;
"Well, I guess I can stand it for
two hours a day," he answered at
When the tfmelcame for the child's
removal she .accompanied him in a
cab to where'he lived. It was a cozy
little apartment, not nearly so bad as
she had imagined. It consisted of five
rooms, and the nurse was sure, the
moment she set eyes on it, that a
woman had had a part inthe furnish
ing. Perhaps it was the dead mother.
She pitied her devoutly. Then, being
a practical woman, Nurse Winifred at
once set about preparing for the
child's life in the flat (
"You'll have to have a crib," she
The man pulled out a roll M bills
and handed her $50. "Order what
you want," he said curtly.
That was the beginning of he
strange experience. The man's work
room was at the end of the fiat, a
large room filled. with glass of all;
shapes and sizes. AAgels'bead start-,
ed out from between strips of lead..
The floor was splashed with'coloring..
When the nurse came Clauson shut,
himself up and refused to see her.
Weeks passed. They hardly evert
met. Clauson had given her a key ;
and knew her hours. She would hear
him at work in his room as she tend-
ed Muriel Gradually she began to see
that a certain affection had sprung r
up between the child and the father. f
She began to pity the lonely manv
Once, when they met, she showed
this sympathy, and she fancied that
the look in his eyes was like that of a
dog, starving for affection. But then
the mask fell again, and he was gruf-3
fer than ever when they next met
One day, as she was leaving, he
came inand stood beside her.
"Well, how long is this going on?"
"As long as I am needed," she an
swered with spirit
. The man seemed suddenly to
change. "Sit down a minute," he
said. "I want to tell vou that that
1 am not ungrateful for what you,
have done. You are fond of the child.
"It will take a lot of explaining,"
thought Nurse Winifred; but she only'
waited for what he was going to say. t
"I want to tell you," he continued,
"that the child's mother is still alive."
"Then why don't you bring her?"
demanded Nurse Winifred, starting
up in consternation.
"Because she won't come," he
answered. "She never wanted the.
child. She hated the idea of giving'
life to her. She only cared f or soci
ety, and such things."
"Oh!" murmured the nurse, begin
ning to sense something of the trag
edy. "I wrote to her after she had left
me. She ran away Bhe left a note
for me saying that she couldn't live
in poverty. I was not successful then.
It was hard work to live, -But fehe '
tjrou don't know what she means,
me? I I want to explain my rude-
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