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Show Bereaved Mother's Grief. Tho atttomobllo rushed down the road htiRe, glRtintlc, .Mime. Over the fenco hung the woman who works hnrd and long her husband Is at tho cafo and sho litis thirteen little ones (an unlucky number.) Suddenly upon tho thirteenth came the nuto, unseeing, unsee-ing, -slow him, and hummed on. unknown. un-known. Tho woman who workB hnrd and long rushed forward with hands, hands made rough with toll, upraised. She paused and stood Inarticulate a goddesti, n giantess. Thru she hurled forth these words nf dp- lidon, of despair: de-spair: "Mon Dlett! Ami I'd Just washed him!" I.o Sport, Paris. |