What Happened to Mary

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. An elderly man, his frame but the shell of its former fullness, entered; weak, faded blue eyes agleam as he approached the baby's basket and reached out a wrinkled, quivering white hand soothingly toward the distressed bit of human ity. There was motherliness in his manner and a quick sense of anxiety which seemed to pervade the whole empty house. The nurse returned with a tiny bottle in a silk crocheted case. She smilingly took the baby, cuddled her close, and touched the puck ered lips with the rubber nipple. There was instant quiet. Grandfather Craig sat down hard in a low rocking chair. Well well, he breathed in relief. Just hungry.