James D. Hague 



on the rear platform, suddenly found 

 a little baby in his arms, placed there 

 by its mother, who, crying aloud, was 

 already running as fast as she could 

 in pursuit of her other child, a little 

 boy, then playing at the distant end 

 of the platform, so far away that the 

 unhappy and almost frantic woman 

 was quite unable to capture him and 

 again overtake the rapidly moving 

 train, from the receding end of which, 

 King could only wave the baby, as a 

 sign of accepting the charge thus 

 suddenly thrust upon him. 



This new responsibility proved 

 most embarrassing. His unheeded 

 appeals for assistance met only with 

 derision. Much to his surprise and 

 disappointment he found no one, 

 man or woman, among all his unsym- 

 pathetic fellow-passengers, willing to 

 offer aid or comfort or to share, in 

 any way, the duties of a baby's nurse, 

 wet or dry. Moreover there were 

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