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Show The Stare of the Gaping Crowd. n"'- ith a doctor for Pleasure. Uon t visit him except on business. I met one of these healers of human ills on State street. We strolled along the sidewalk until we halted in front of the window where a young woman was sitting sit-ting as an advertisement. She was pretty I said, because that was what everybody was saying. The doctor put up his eye-glass and scanned the picture, it he could have reached the living Yum mn "f would have felt of her pulse. If she had to go through this ordeal i another week," he said,"itJwould kill her j ine constant stare of this gaping multitude multi-tude would make her mad. Women like to be looked at, but not in this wav. Thev I ike to be looked at for themselves". This little woman knows that she has no bet-1 ter role than the fellow who walks about the street with a sign in front and one in I the rear. If I were Bergh I would st hub business. The strain would crush a man, to say nothing of a woman." Later in the day we had an opportunity of meeting meet-ing her. She was off dutv. "How do you feel?" asked the doctor. "If I was going to hang I would feel no better," she answered. And as she looked up at the clock, she remarked : "The hour for the I execution is at hand." The observation Of this doctor and the corroboration of the I State street Yum-Yum put to flight everv ! desire I had felt to again hear the opera and last night I dreamed that I saw the i woman beheaded and that I had passed the sentence. Cor. Chicago Herald I |