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Show WHEN HIS BADY WAS DYING. The Milkman Was Late, That Day, but None Complained. A few days ago peoplo on I.lnwood boulovard who patronize a cortnln milkman missed his famlllnr boforo-breakfast boforo-breakfast ring, says tho' Kansas City Star, it was lato In tho morning whon ho finally made tho rounds. And tho women scolded. "I'll havo to tako milk from somebody some-body else!" ono Irate housewife snapped. snap-ped. "All right, madam," ho said, softly. Something In his voice made hor JMIUBC. "What made you late?" sho domand-eft, domand-eft, still angry. A tear wavered on the milkman's eyo and trickled slowly down his cheek. "When when 1 left homo," ho began. be-gan. He pnused and gulped at something in his throat. "When I left," ho said, "my baby-was baby-was dying. I know someone would bo angry with mo If" I didn't como so I" He could say nothing moro. Tho woman snld, gently: "I'm sorry." Next day the milkman failed to appear. ap-pear. Tho second dny ho was around very early. "Wo burled her yesterday," was his explanation. No ono chldcd him. They understood. under-stood. HIb baby was dead. |