Hardly knowing what she meant I answered that I hoped so

"'Ope? Don't you know _that_ neither?"

Then I caught her meaning, and answered faintly:

"Yes."

She looked searchingly into my eyes and said:

"I b'lieve you. Some gels is. S'elp me Gawd I don't know how they done

it, though."

I was shuddering and trembling, for I was catching glimpses, as if by

broken lights from hell, of the life behind--the wrecked hope, the

shattered faith, the human being hunted like a beast and at last turned

into one.

Just at that moment baby awoke and cried again. The woman looked at her

with the same look as before--not so much a smile as a sort of haggard

radiance.

Then leaning over me she blew puffs of alcoholic breath into baby's

face, and stretching out a coarse fat finger she tickled her under the

chin.

Baby ceased to cry and began to smile. Seeing this the woman's eyes

sparkled like sunshine.

"See that," she cried. "S'elp me Jesus, I b'lieve I could 'ave been good

meself if I'd on'y 'ad somethink like this to keer for."

I am not ashamed to say that more than once there had been tears in my

eyes while the woman spoke, though her blasphemies had corrupted the air

like the gases that rise from a dust-heap. But when she touched my child

I shuddered as if something out of the 'lowest depths had tainted her.

Then a strange thing happened.

I had risen to go, although my limbs could scarcely support me, and was

folding my little angel closely in my arms, when the woman rose too and

said:

"You wouldn't let me carry your kiddie a bit, would you?"

I tried to excuse myself, saying something, I know not what The woman

looked at me again, and after a moment she said:

"S'pose not. On'y I thought it might make me think as 'ow I was carryin'

Billie."

That swept down everything.

The one remaining window of the woman's soul was open and I dared not

close it.

I looked down at my child--so pure, so sweet, so stainless; I looked up

at the woman--so foul, so gross, so degraded.

There was a moment of awful struggle and then . . . the woman and I were

walking side by side.

And the harlot was carrying my baby down the street.

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