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In the lower room of the dwelling
in the street, woman, scarcely turn"
ed thirty-she should have been young
at the age, but she was not--heId IL
sickIy infant in her arms, and drew
near the window that she might the
better note what change had taken
place in its features since she placed
it asleep in the bed at an early hour
in the morning.


sit will die, George she said,
speaking, softly and mornfully to her
husband. who was trying to warm
himself at the scanty fire in the CRATE,
sit has alterad greatly. ! can't weep
for it George. God is very good to
take it to himself. 1t will know no
want, no suffering with him." But
she did weep bittery as only mother
who holds a dying infant in her arms,
can weep.


The man approached her, and bent
over the babe also. But he neither
spoke nor wept. 1913 -'#


add you say that she was really
burnt TO death, George?' said his
wife, presently; and her father dead
so awfully sudden? Well, we'll
we'll. -..o lQ- a--'


"God send hisjudgements, Mary