Show A woman without a memory we had lind a few days ago saida said a brooklin Broo kliu police capt captain aill a singular prisoner I never before sa saw W ft a person without a memory the tile prisoner was wits a woman who was arrested for drun kenne she had a pretty baby in one arm and a bundle containing a complete wardrobe for the C I 11 ild in the oilier other she was staggering through the street with the child in her arms and fortunately she had lad sense enough to hold on to her charge she site could not tell whose child it was where eho she got it what she elie was going t to do with it ollir or why she had itt it in her PO possession she could tell that she lived on bevins us street and we subsequently found out could not tell the tile name of another street in brooklyn she knew tier her own name but she could not tell the names of her children although i the he knew know that sho she had sons by going from house to house in in nevina street we found out her residence and her son he told us u that before he was born his mother received a severe blow on her licad lend which dus destroyed troyed her memory and since that accident she could not retain I the slightest thing in her memory slie she forgot faced faces and localities as well as names and events as soon as is she became cognizant of them and every time that she in met et her relatives she had lad to bo be told who they were the son did not know whose child his Us mother had or where she biad obtained it it looked ns as though wo we had bad a mystery on band hand when we learned by bj accident that a man had given her the child to board agreeing to pay ay a fixed sum every wee week he flail had paid her one week weeks s board in advance and she had used part of the money to get drunk we were glad to get rid of this curious curious prisoner out of consideration for the child justice bergen suspended sentence and allowed her to go home ex what are you crying about my lad said the good samaritan to an urchin who was churning both eyes with his dirty fist F folks alks have all gone to the country forthe for the summer and left me h ere alone unfeeling parents where have they gone to mas gone to thedoor the poor house and gone to the penitentiary A brooklyn brooklyn eagle |