Melted by Lady's Tact.

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 24 April 1914, Page 2

Melted by Lady's Tact.

A widow lady, one night, was nursing her sick child, when she heard a noise iti the next room. She stepped in, and found the gas lit, and two hurglars engaged in forcing open the bureau. The one thought of the poor woman's heart was that the men might awaken and terrify her sick child. One of the ruffians held a pistol to her head, and said that the 3' knew she had just received her money, and that they meant to have it. Forgetting all about herself, she said, "Don't make any noise please. The money is in my room. whore my child is lying sick. Come with mo, and you shall have it ; but, for Cod's sake, don't frighten my child ! It will kill her : she is very ill." The robbers accompanied the mother to the door of the sickroom. She held up an entreating hand that they should come no far- , ther. Just then a weak voice cried i out, "Mamma ! where is mamma ? I want a drink." "I am coming, darling ; mamma is here," she responded, with a cheerful voice. The mother gave her child a drink, and then brought out her little roll of money, which was to have lasted j her a month,, and the loss of which would leave her poor indeed. But when she stepped back into the hall, the burglars w#re not there. The front door was open, and she heard a voice saying, "It's the last time I'm going to do a job of this kind, Bill !".