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Show KEEPS A LONG VIGIL FOB HER CHILDREN NEW YOIIK, Aurll 27. Seated on a bench where she could Bee the passengers passen-gers who arrived on each of the nine Western trains at the Grand Central depot was an aged woman, shaking with palsy, but keen-eyed. She was only one of the great crowds waiting in vain at this and' other depots de-pots for the arrival of relatives from San Francisco. But among all the assemblage as-semblage of fathers, mothers, brothers. broth-ers. Bisters, husbar.ids, wives and sweethearts sweet-hearts who waited and watched, she, perhaps, was the most pathetic figure. She was there to meet her son and daughter, who left San Francisco days ago. They escaped, losing all save the money her son had about him. They had wired her of their start and also that they feared they would not have enough to bring, them here. But the mother was there to meet them, filled with the hope that somehow they would reach New York. She waited all Saturday, Sat-urday, and was there an hour before the first of the trains from the West was due yesterday. Two hajidsomely-dressed women had been, attracted by her patient look. She was neatly attired in the style of forty years ago. .When she .had told her story their eyes filled with tears and they started a subscription, heading It liberally. In five minutes J50 was pressed into the hands of the aged mother. She wept aa she thanked her benefactors .v7he,..t?''0 womtn 'ho had gathered this. little store refused their names They, too, had been waiting for friends. They took the Twentieth Century Limited Lim-ited for Chicago, determined to go to San Francisco, to learn the truth |