The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-01-30

"Thank you. 1 will just trouble you tc
hold baby while I go and get cup of cot
fee. l breakfasted early, and need some
thing warm. Be careful and hold his head
high, he is subject to the Group" And,
before Corban could utter one word Of re-
fusal, she had put the baby IN his arms,
and was running off with the crowd.
| Our hero felt himself growing hot and
cold alternately. He had served two years
with credit in the war, and been IN score
of battles, but, through it al, he had never
experienced such sinking at the stomach
ss came over him now. Most of the pas
sengers left the cars and Corban would
have done likewise, but he feared he might
lose sight of the babes mother, and the
should happen, he stood there In the aisle,
holding the baby at arms length, and fix
| ing his frantic gaze on the door through
which his deliverer would come.
| "An aboard" cried the stentorian voice
of new conductcr-and the people rushed
in. But the passengers were, most of them,
new ones, for there was junction at
mother was not among them.
The bell rang the cars were moving !;
the door was shut with bang, and the
| train was off. Corban waxed desperate.
| "Hallo, there p he called to the ccnduc
| tor. "StOp this train can't 90 on there's
| woman left behind She went to get q
| cup of coffee. Stop! I tell you, this in
| slant, sir"
whats up?" asked the conductor.
"She's left the babyi'
Your wife? Obi never mird. Such
things occur frequently. She'll come next
train"
az tell you to stop! I shall 60 crazy!
And -. Oh, lord what shall do with
the baby? Say. I'll give you five dollars
ten dollars-twenty-yes, fifty dollars,
if you'll put back and let me eff at Park
ersburg!'
az should have no objection to the
money, but I couldn't oblige you if you
were one of the Rothschilds !"
And the conductor passed on his way.
"Bless your soul, sir! said the old lady
in the next seat, giving Corban nudge
with her parasol, "yoU'n suffocate that
babyi don't you see you're holding its feet
where its head ough. 60 be? He's wrong
size upi"
Corban hastily rescued the youngster,
which uttered shr:li yell at his treat
ment
you'd orter be ashamed Of yourselfr'
went on TIE old lady, Indignantly, "to toss
that blessed child around in such an on
human way. A man never orter have no
children that don't have no material feel
ings towards 'em. Sir, you was d baby
once yourselfi"
Just then, a thin, yellow faced woman
slipped into the seat in front of Corban.
She was middles ged, but her dress had
the gushingness of sixteen. Lovely
child" she exclaimed insinuatingly.
The baby began to equizzle up his face,
and flourish its ISIS.
Dear me he. :, forward it is! How old
is It, sir 2" inquired the spinster, for such
she was
al don't known growled Corban.
"Been WidoWer long, sir" inquired
the lady
"No. I never had WIFE"
"Bless met Then she's run away and
leave such nice man, and such dear,
darling little baby?"
whats that" inquired q middle-aged
gentleman near by, who was evidently
| little deaf. "Your wife gone and left you,
sir2 Just my case exactly. My poor Jane
departed this life last May. I got her the
handsomest gravestone that money could
buy. There's an angel on it with all her
wings spread, and this Latin description
Requires her cat an Peace The grave
stone marker said it was good epigram,
and consented, as she was fond of cats"
By this time the baby began crying
pecially the females.
cts got the cholers morbusl" said the
old lady. 9TH die for sartin If something
| hain't done 90
"Dies You don't think sos" cried Dir.
| Corban.
"Dear met" said the little thin-faced
woman, what an inhuman creature its
mother was.''
"Take it, my good lady, dol" cried Cor
ban, imploringly: "In give you hun
dred dollars to take it."
"What is all this row abouts" said
sharp-nosed man, with newspaper in his
hand "a child, is it? Fall back, gen.
tlemen and let me look at it. If it should
prove to be the one"
How? What do you mean?" queried
dozen voices at once.
alt is, it is! It can be 10 other p ex-
claimed the sharp-nosed man. Chow
strange that I should chance upon it! List
en- to this" and he read from paper in
his hand the notice:
Stolen-Supposed TO have been stolen from Its
carriage in Central Park, on the morning of the
9Th inst, male child about nine months old
will return him to mis- afflicted parents at No. -
Forty ninth street, give Information that will
| "LouIs Roscoe"
Walli never!" exclaimed the cid
lady. at must be the very same BABY !!
This child has blue eyes and dark hair,
and pears remarkable forw'di"
| Eyes, ma'am, unQuestionebly the very
same" remarked the sharp nosed man,
confidently 81 consider 1t my duty to take
possession"
ooh, take it, do?" cried Corban, i'm
ploringly; I'll give hundred dollars to
get it off my hands"
" No doubt you would, my man but
amt took in that way Ny name is Smith
ers-Peter Smithers, sir; and live in Al
hany. I'm magistrate, sir; and arrest
you for child stealing"
"I tell you didn't steal it. She went
of after cup Of coffee"
Don't trouble yourself to repeat that
story again. l understand the case fully"
sid MIR. Smithers, promptly.
Conductor, is there a place on the
train where this rascal would be any safer
than heIe?"
ave don't run prison vans" responded
that worthy, sulkily.
"Well, gentlemen" said Mr. Smithers,
blandly, "you sre all men of honor, and
have wives and children, or ought to have
ana you all have feelings of sympathy,
doubtless, for the parents of this unfortun-
ate babe; and depend upon you, gentle.
men, to assist me in guarding him until
we resch a station where / can place him
in charge Of the proper officials. At the
next stopping place I will telegraph to
Brideswen, and have constables ready
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