Life, 1915-12-09 · page 39 of 48
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This is a serialized short story (continued from page 1146) about a burglar who breaks into a home and discovers a critically ill infant. Despite his criminal nature, he helps the mother save the baby's life using a mustard bath treatment. The burglar reveals he lost his own young child years ago under similar circumstances—a tragedy that humanizes him. When the doctor arrives, the burglar's true identity is exposed. Rather than turn him in, the grateful mother offers him a chance at redemption. However, the burglar cannot abandon his criminal life and steals from the house anyway—though his note suggests her kindness has moved him. The story's message is sentimental: even hardened criminals possess human hearts capable of compassion, yet are trapped by circumstance or habit. It reflects early 20th-century interest in redemption narratives and the notion that criminality stems from tragedy or desperation rather than pure evil.
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edly ucky: the wing the > of ined nued not te. The Heart of a Burglar (Continued from page 1146) In a short time the mother was back with the hot mustard bath. Together they placed the baby in the tub. His litle body relaxed—the glassy eyes closed—he breathed regularly—he was asleep. “Thank God,” breathed the burglar, fervently, though awkwardly, as though such words were strange to his lips. “He is sleeping,” cried the mother rapturously. “ He will live!” As the mother was drying the little body with soft towels the burglar said brokenly : “T had a little boy once—about his size—two years old. He died in convul- sions because his mother didn’t know what to do and the doctor didn’t get there in time.” A sob of ready sympathy came from the heart of the woman. “And his poor mother?” she asked. “Where is she?” “She soon followed—she seemed to think the little fellow would need her over there,” he replied in a tear-choked voice. Half ashamed, he ran his sleeve across his eyes to remove the moisture there. The woman's tears splashed on the quietly sleeping infant in her lap. Both were startled by the clamorous ringing of the door bell, “The doctor!” cried the man, sudden- ly brought to a realization of his posi- tion. The woman looked at him, and for the first time she really saw him; for the first time the strangeness of an unknown man in the house in the middle of the night was apparent to her. From his The One Way There is one safe way to remove ob- jectionable hair—remove it temporarily. Evans’s Depilatory Powder femoves hair safely and quickly. Used occasionally, it keeps the skin free. for complete outfit, including 50 cents fo. gerry i and tesa ready for use. At drug- and department-stores. Evans’s Soothing Cream, 25 cents The most soothing cold cream. Made m oil of Sweet Almonds. At drug: and department-stores, or by mail, CEORCE B EVANS 1108 Chestuat St Philadelphia Address, Liggett & M Purveyed to The Household of the Khedive, The Imperiat Court of Austria-Hungary, His Royal Highness Prince Philip of Saxe Coburg+Gothc, the the Regimental Messes of India, Barmah and Canada. CIGARETTES O THAT the Americans who have smoked our Vafiadis Cigarettes abroad may obtain them at home, the Liggett & Myers Tobacco Company, who import them, have also been entrusted with the responsibility of their production in the United States, for which purpose we have provided the blending formula of our Cairo house. 7m Ye bic CALCUTTA BOMBAY LONDON RANGOON / CAIRO. Packages of 10, 25¢—tins of 100, $2.50 —imported sizes higher in price. To be had at the bette pleces; or mailed postage paid on receipt of price. 'yers Tobacco Co., 212 Finh Avenue, New York. face her glance wandered to the chair where the burglar had thrown his mask and tools, “Yes,” he said, answering her look. “Tm a burglar. I heard your husband was out of town, and I came to rob you You can call the police, now.” “No,” the woman interrupted. “Go into the next room and wait until the doc- I want to help you to a better ing than this, if I can.” After the doctor had departed the woman went into the next room. The burglar was not there. Going down stairs she found the drawers ransacked and all her valuables gone. On the table was a scrap of paper. On it was written “Thank you, madam, for yo but I'm used to this life now and don't want to change.” The woman thought of the sleeping baby upstairs, and a tender smile came to her lips. That robbery was not re- ported to the police. comicbooks.com