_A Baby_ Had Come, But He Was Not Welcome. Could Anything be Sadder?
The Young Mother Lay With Her White Face To The Wall, Still As
Death. A Woman Opened the Chamber Door Noiselessly And Came In, The
Faint Rustle Of Her Garments Disturbing the Quiet Air.
A Quick, Eager Turning of The Head, A Look Half Anxious, Half
Fearful, And Then The Almost Breathless Question,
"Where Is My Baby?"
"Never Mind About The Baby," Was Answered, Almost Coldly; "He'S Well
Enough. I'M More Concerned about You."
"Have You Sent Word To George?"
"George Can'T See You. I'Ve Said That Before."
"Oh, Mother! I Must See My Husband."