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One of My Sons

One of My Sons

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Chapter 1 THE CHILD, AND WHAT SHE LED ME INTO

Word Count: 1251    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

he corner of Fifty--Street I was brought to a sudden stand-still by the sound of a chi

ome in. Please come to grand

nding from the open doorway the trembling figure of a little girl,

person you suppose. I am a stranger. Tell me whom you know

rm with childish impetuosity, crying: "No, no. There isn't time. Grandpa tol

ously I began to yield to her insistence, an

house that he must be a man of some prominence. "If he is sick there are

small hands up the stoop and into the open door. "If

tability, as well as of unbounded wealth, characterised the whole establishment; and however odd the adventure appeared, it certainly o

ied, pausing before

pretty picture she made, standing in the flood of light which poured from the unseen apartment toward which she beckoned me, lured me on til

erly gentleman standing who, even to my unaccustomed eyes, seem

y for assistance, when the little child, rushing by me, caught her grandfat

physical suffering such as I had never before seen, and can never in all my life to come, forget. One hand was pressed against his heart, but the other, outspread in a desperate attempt to support his weight, had fallen on some half-dozen sheets or so of typewritten paper, which, slipping under

and his present helplessness, I murmured some words of sympathy and encouragement, and then sup

PRESSED AGAI

an effort and held that member out, uttering some inarticulate words which I was able to construe into

r from between his fingers. As I did so I noted, first, that it was a portion of one of the sheets I saw scatte

asked, consulting his eye over

till it fell upon some envelopes, t

in it, and fastening the envelope

dinary significance was conveyed by that look, and I was about to ask what name I should write on the envelope, when t

-no one el

was faltering on his lips, his utterance failed.

but the faint reflection of

he made no sign, I hastily added: "For your d

ging to him uttered a terrified scream and unloosed her arms. Then I saw him sink, gasp, and fall forward, and, springing, caught him in my arms before his head could touch the floor. Alas! it was the last service I could render him. By the time I had laid him down he had expired, and I found myself, in no other company

uestion! Certainly my position in this hous

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