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V woman is a mother
Wi she lias no child,
■both could have man
v and loved It; It was
t waste of pood raa
’lie was a seamstress
1 with only the chil
mistomers to contact,
lie she sewed for the
*s, the baliy had come
1 weeks old.
lid the maid, each
tlie urge of vicarious
fought over him dis
tils time he was four
dd. He had developed
^■s. yellow curls on his
Bloused, pondering ac
Bill that was done for
m him Georgie.
P toys was a large old
ift that Mr. 1‘endell’s
f just sent on, writing
mv was a baby Georgie's
lived this king of beasts
* baby boys generally
I,joy him.
R dell saw no reason to
|er statement,
ooks of it, Georgie’s
randfather might have
ie told Marbeth, regard
il king of beasts with
—ality. “Gut when Ten
Ct, it seemed to stir up
rilial in him. He war
eorgie, it’s Jum-Jum!'
ed it to the son as if
•■enemy scalp. And now
||et it away from him.”
laughed but she could
iorgie or any little boy
| that way.
j benevolent old fellow,
re.
were large, flat and
Silly tail was either tas
ayed; his trunk moved
ureet unjointedness of
3 endearing appendage;
lanket was still plnkish
edged with tarnished
i ipiick eye, trained to
ew garments for old, lit
Abilities she saw in a ren
9-Jum.
^ present, however, she
: nothing.
be her surprise and her
vo Georgie the adorable,
il so far across the city
she sewed for her pa
le North side, she brought
suitcase and stayed nights
. lad them all sewed up.
Iiaddenlng now to remem
■ 16 aiiles away—and a
•e each way—the precise
■d flannel and remnant of
utache braid that would
a new howdah lay await
giuch useful service in the
hanging on her bedroom
Ir.
ri’endell knew only that
load urgent business that
t; home that first night,
rr, she was back at work
in the morning and she
"ing about the long walk
aken to save another car
“ to a certain store called
jl'on, open evenings, where
get the exact weight and
, hick, elephant-gray flannel
;d.
sout how she had planned
IJum-Jum under his front
* save 17 cents on another
| of goods.
lendell was delighted with
*of having the elephant re
vas good.
these days to keep on the
j1 of even such old patrons
■’ended family in all its
and even though prlmn
gift of love was all for
york on him after hours,
g, so it won’t lie time out
I're paying for."
. ■nse. When you insist on
for all the material?’’ Geor
fther patted Marbeth's shoul
| start him riglit now. Bring
jnolher, Georgie.”
jefore Marbeth could warn
V I’endell had picked up one
!razor blades Marbetli used
ping and slashed off Jum
eft ear with !t.
a mother could he so stupid,
Marbeth.
tie screamed.
tleous, rasping scream. Of
Of astonishment. Of sheer
■gie!" Mis mother could not
and what was wrong,
nt one arm around Jum-Jum
•Id out the other piteously
■ amputated ear. “No-no-no
!l” Bis screams increased
line. Beads of perspiration
ed under his tawny curls,
mother pulled Jum-Jum as
from the other side. “Geor
leorgie! No, no! Let moth
e him. Why, what’s the mat
th you, Georgie?”
the ear,” said Marbeth’s
ibove the tumult.
u-Jum’s ear. lie thinks you're
g Jum-Jum.”
w silly! I'm not hurting him,
e. Marhetli's going to make
new coat,, Stop crying! At
shook Jum-Jum violently and
hook Georgie so that he top
ver and sat down hard on the
Claire Pendell's one Idea was to
have peace from those screams.
She Jerked Georgie up sharply by
one arm and spanked lilm as he
stood catching bis breath for a
fresh start.
v “W hy , you’re terrible, Georgie! I
never saw him act so.”
And over Marbeth's protests she
snatched the baby up and carried
him across to the nursery, closing
the door with finality.
The screams and choking gasps
did not diminish in the slightest,
nor Georgie's sobbing “Xo-no-no-no
ma nin!”
* » ♦ • * • •
It was a. m. and Marbeth by
the dressing table lamp was Just
finishing Jum .Turn's fringed tail.
Distressed at the futile clash of
wills across the hall she had at
last basted Jum-Jum’s ear back in
place and at the risk of Mrs, Ten
dell's disapproval carried the ele
phant in to Georgie.
As she expected, the baby
stopped crying at once and received
Jum-Jum with open arms.
lint Mrs. Tended demurred.
“I hate to let him get the upper
hand—so young."
Still, it was a relief to have him
quiet
•■Ill 's .last a baby," Marbeth said.
“It's really better to work around
them when they’re so little.”
After tils dinner Georgie had gone
to sleeti with Jum-Jum still in his
arms.
"Hut Marbeth's going to make
him that new coat tomorrow,” his
mother warned him, “and you
mustn’t cry.”
Mnrtietli had seen Georgie's hold
on the elephant tighten ; but Hint
was all right She knew there
would lie no more scenes tomorrow.
Tor at midnight when the house
was quiet and Georgie in a sound
sleep, Marbeth stole into the nurs
ery and cautiously drew the ele
phant out of the baby's relaxed
arms.
KaCK in nor own room numeuiy
ami competently slie laid the old
pieces for a pattern on the new
cloth, cut them out and, since she
dared not use the sewing machine,
set herself to the long, tedious task
of hack stitching atul felling the
seams by hand.
The clock downstairs chimed
three.
Hut Jum-Jum was done at last
and a smart, swank beast he was!
Still benign, still benevolent, but
with n well tailored elephant-gray
hide, firm legs (Marheth had rein
forced them with skewers) and a
gorgeous, ornate, red and orange
howdah blanket where ladles might
ride.
She crept down the hall back into
the nursery and seated Jum-Jum on
Ids haunches atop a fold of blanket
with the tip of his new trunk
touching Georgies outspread palm.
• * • * * * «
Ilis pleased cry of surprise wak
ened Marheth in the morning out of
her heavy first slumber.
She heard him with a satisfaction
that was followed by a sharp
twinge of something like jealousy.
For it was his mother he was
calling—“Ma-mal Jum-Jum! Jum
Jum !”
London Smart Set Dances
in “The Morgue” Resort
"The Morgue” is the name of
London's popular night club, says a
United Press correspondent.
In an atmosphere of coffins, tomb
stones, skulls, ghouls and “things
that go ‘bump’ in the night,” the
smart folk dance until the small
hours of the morning.
The correct thing for visitors to
do Is to toast the skulls and com
pose a humorous epitaph for one
of the tombstones.
On the ground floor of the club Is
a pleasantly lit room called "Sev
enth Heaven,” with the usual tiny
dance floor and bored jazz bands
that can be seen In any night club
anywhere. In the dark corner Is a
dimly lit staircase that leads down
to "The Morgue.”
As the timid visitor descends lie
is greeted with a wall from some
hidden siren that would put any
self-respecting ghost to shame.
On every wall of the long eerie
room are painted graves and tomb
stones, each one beaded "It. I. 1\”
Doggerel proclaims: the merits or
demerits of “the old toper” alleged
to lip buried beneath.
Ituins of churches, with bats fly
ing from the walls, and gruesome
pictures of bodies torn from their
graves and lying naked on stone
slabs—the work of one of the
younger and modern school of art
ists, it is said—form the ‘‘mural”
decoration.
A score of black coffins with imi
tation brass handles nnd fittings
painted on their sides are the tables
at which the guests sit. A massive
mausoleum bung with wreaths of
evergreen is at the far end. It bears
a plate to the effect that some aged
Londoner “who had once refused a
drink” lies buried below.
And on a square of polished floor,
beneath imitation cobwebs and
grinning skulls, society dances un
til dawn to music relayed from
“Seventh Heaven.”
Purkinje’s Figures
In optics Purkinje's figures art
figures produced on a wall of uni
form color when a person entering
a dark room with a candle moves it
up and down approximately on a
level with the eyes. From the eye
near the candle an image of tlw
retinal vessels will appear project
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