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Show Bereaved Mother's Grief. Tho automobile rushed down the road huge, gigantic, sublime. Over tho fence hung the woman who works hard and long her husband Is at tho cafo nnd sho has thirteen llttlo ones (an unlucky number.) Suddenly upon the thirteenth came tho auto, tinsee-Ing, tinsee-Ing, slow lilm, and hummed on, un known. The woman who works hari and long rushed forward with hands hands rnndo rough with toll, upraised. Sho paused nnd Btood inarticulate a goddess, n glantcs?. Then she hurled forth those words of derision, of despair: de-spair: "Mon Dlou! And I'd Just washed him!" Lo Sport. Paris. |