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Show BEYOND KEN OF LITTLE CHILD. Advent of Black Angel Had No Significance Sig-nificance for Him. Mrs. Dash Is young, handsome and worldly. Morning, noon and night she nppenrs frcBh nnd eager for Its gay-ety, gay-ety, for no ono loves life moro than sho docs. Sho has n small son 3 years old who seems to carry round with him a soul nt least 3,000 years old. Ho Is a romantic, ro-mantic, highly geared little chap, although al-though sturdy and cherubic to tho cyo, a mere baby, and his parents bavo had tho good sense to let him unfold from within under tho guidance of ah old world nursery governess. Tho little Ind's fancies are quaint nnd fantastic and the days nre too short tor his Imagination to get Its work In. Busy, Indeed, Is ho with his pony, his small pets, bis old nurse and Ills outdoor and Indoor play. necontly his lovely mamma was stricken with n serious Illness. The tclophono Jangled all day with tho inquiries in-quiries or friends, servants with solemn sol-emn faccH moved about, noiseless trained nursea came and went, doctors arrived In swift motors nnd llttlo "Chapplo" was much Impressed with his first knowledge of dangerous sickness. sick-ness. In a fortnight he wns Bummoned to tho sickroom to see his mamma, who was beginning to fepl tho real glow of convalescence. Thero waa Ills mother sure enough lying palely beaming under n canopy or snowy lnces against the embroidered embroid-ered pillows around which swept tho very silken coverlid. "Good morning, my baby boy," with a hug. "What has my blessed been dolny whllo his mother was sick? What has he done with all tho beautiful beau-tiful flowers that camo?" Lifting his hend proudly and dimpling dimp-ling with pleasure, said he: "I've been keeping tho flowers fresh to put on, your grave, dear mother." Chicago Chronicle. |