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asleep here。 I don't know how I came to do it。 I must go home; of course。〃 

     〃Of   course;〃   said   the   policeman;   somewhat   mollified   by   her   evident 

humility; and touched in spite of himself by the pathos of her eyes。 Then 

turning his lamp more fully upon her; he continued; 〃Is that a baby you've 

got there?〃 

     〃Yes;〃 said Liz; half proudly; half tenderly。 〃Poor little dear! it's been 

ailing sadlybut I think it's better now than it was。〃 

     And;   encouraged   by   his   friendly   tone;   she   opened   the   folds   of   her 

shawl to show him her one treasure。 The bulls…eye came into still closer 

requisition   as   the   kindly  guardian   of   the   peace   peered inquiringly  at   the 

tiny    bundle。    He    had   scarcely     looked    when     he   started   back    with    an 

exclamation: 

     〃God bless my soul!〃 he cried; 〃it's dead!〃 

     〃Dead!〃 shrieked Liz; 〃oh; no; no! Not dead! Don't say so; oh; don't; 

don't   say   so!   Oh;   you   can't   mean   it!   Oh;   for   God's   love;   say   you   didn't 

mean it! It can't be dead; not really dead!no; no; indeed! Oh; baby; baby! 

You are not dead; my pet my angel; not dead; oh no!〃 

     And breathless;   frantic   with   fear;   she  felt   the   little  thing's   hands   and 

feet and face; kissed it wildly; and called it by a thousand endearing names; 

in vainin   vain!   Its   tiny  body  was   already  stiff   and   rigid;   it   had   been   a 

corpse more than two hours。 

     The policeman   coughed;  and brushed   his thick   gauntlet   glove across 



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his eyes。 He was an emissary of the law; but he had a heart。 He thought of 

his   bright…eyed     wife   at  home;    and   of  the   soft…cheeked;     cuddling    little 

creature   that   clung   to   her   bosom   and   crowed   with   rapture   whenever   he 

came near。 

     〃Look   here;〃   he   said;   very   gently;   laying   one   hand   on   the   woman's 

shoulder as she crouched shivering against the wall; and staring piteously 

at the motionless waxen form in her arms; 〃it's no use fretting about it。〃 

He paused; there was an uncomfortable lump in his throat; and he had to 

cough again to get it down。 〃The poor little creature's gonethere's no help 

for it。 The next world's a better place than this; you know! There; there; 

don't take on so about it〃 this as Liz shuddered and sighed; a sigh of such 

complete despair that it went straight to his honest soul; and showed him 

how futile were his efforts at consolation。 But he had his duty to attend to; 

and he went on in firmer tones: 〃Now; like a good woman; you just move 

off from here and go home。 If I leave you here by yourself a bit; will you 

promise   me   to   go   straight   home?   I   mustn't   find   you   here   when   I   come 

back     on  this  beat;   d'  ye  understand?〃      Liz   nodded。     〃That's   right!〃   he 

resumed;   cheerily。   〃I'll   give   you   just   ten   minutes;   you   just   go   straight 

home。〃 

     And with a 〃Good…night;〃 uttered in accents meant to be comforting; 

he turned away and paced on; his measured tread echoing on the silence at 

first   loudly;   then   fainter   and   fainter;   till   it   altogether   died   away;   as   his 

bulky figure disappeared in the distance。 Left to herself; Liz rose from her 

crouching posture; rocking the dead child in her arms; she smiled。 

     〃Go straight home!〃 she murmured; half aloud。 〃Home; sweet home! 

Yes; baby; yes; my darling; we will go home together!〃 

     And creeping cautiously along in the shadows; she reached a flight of 

the broad stone steps leading down to the river。 She descended them; one 

by one; the black water lapped against them heavily; heavily; the tide was 

full up。 She paused; a sonorous; deep…toned iron voice rang through the air 

with   reverberating;   solemn       melody。   It   was   the   great   bell   of   St。   Paul's 

tolling midnightthe Old Year was dead。 

     〃Straight home!〃 she repeated; with a beautiful; expectant look in her 

wild;   weary  eyes。   〃My  little   darling! Yes;   we   are   both   tired;   we   will   go 



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home! Home; sweet home! We will go!〃 

     Kissing the   cold   face   of   the baby  corpse   she   held;   she   threw   herself 

forward;   there   followed   a   sullen;   deep   splasha   slight   struggleand   all 

was over! The water lapped against the steps heavily; heavily; as before; 

the policeman passed once more; and saw to his satisfaction that the coast 

was     clear;  through    the   dark   veil   of  the  sky   one   star  looked     out  and 

twinkled for a brief instant; then disappeared again。 A clash and clamour 

of bells startled the brooding night; here and there a window was opened; 

and figures appeared in balconies to listen。 They were ringing in the New 

Yearthe festival of hope; the birthday of the world! But what were New 

Years to her; who; with white; upturned face; and arms that embraced an 

infant in the tenacious grip of death; went drifting; drifting solemnly down 

the dark river; unseen; unpitied by all those who awoke to new hopes and 

aspirations on that first morning of another life…probation! Liz had gone; 

gone to make her peace with Godperhaps through the aid of her 〃hired〃 

baby;   the   little   sinless   soul   she   had   so   fondly   cherished;   gone   to   that 

sweetest 〃home〃 we dream of and pray for; where the lost and bewildered 

wanderers   of   this   earth   shall   find   true   welcome   and   rest   from   grief   and 

exile;   gone   to   that   fair;   far   glory…world   where   reigns   the   divine   Master; 

whose words still ring above the tumult of ages: 〃See that ye despise not 

one   of   these   little   ones;   for   I   say   unto   you;   that   their   angels   do   always 

behold the face of My Father who is in heaven。〃 



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