Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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THRU FLAMING GATES 103 nothing until they looked into those of his wife. In that moment he saw it all, and his big heart opened wide with pity, with contrition, with love, with sorrow. < < Toddles — mother 's Toddles ! ' ' Katherine was whispering softly. ' ' Waken the child, ' ' said the doctor to the orderly. "We must act quickly. If this is a temporary aberration, childish voice. Then she drew the miserable remnant of a doll from beneath the clothes and looked from it to the nestling child. Then she closed her eyes wearily, and when she reopened them the rag doll dropped from her fingers. And ever so gently her hands stole round and enwrapped the little one to her breast. Then she bent her face, half fearfullv, as tho perhaps we can cure it. Exposure has accentuated it. Bring stimulants and get her warm. Hurry!" He turned to the child. "Mother has come, dear. She is calling to you. Speak to her. ' ' The child climbed on the cot and nestled on her mother's breast. "Nannah — Toddles been tailing and tailing and tailing 'oo!" The woman stopped her mumbling and looked at the little creature with startled, puzzled eyes. She turned her head olie side to drink in the she feared it were all a myth, toward the curly head. The sobbing man, just above them, could hear her whispered words, "My precious little Toddles— mother has had a terrible, terrible dream ! Come, let us sleep till your dear old daddy comes baek from the hospital. Precious, precious Toddles!" But Toddles was cooing over a halfcharred rag doll. "Nannah. oo bringed Toddles her dolly back. Nighty-night, Nannah, nighty-night !"