The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-02-19

| chr L ii come and look after him IN
day or two. Poor little chap, he's
Almost too small for a workhouse; but
there, I've got torments enough at
home" He hardened his heart at the
thought of the mornings scene, and
consigned his small charge to the po-
lieeman's care.
When Inspector Timmins reached
home he found a greatly i'm
pr we'd state of things. The children
were washed and dressed, the baby
asleep-it spent large portion Of its
existence IN sleep, that baby-the fire
was shining on a breakfast already on
the table, and the fog had cleared off
as the sun rose. The fog had cleared
off also from Mr.. Timmins' temper,
and be picked up one of his children
and forthwith began a noisy game of
romps But in the midst of the fun,
little Johnny's puckered face re-
Cured to his mind, aud above
the ehild's joyous shouts be
seemed to hear the shriIl treble
that had piped out, Please, sir,
where's mammy?" Somehow the play
lost its zest after that; he quieted his
little boy, and told him the story OF
the mornings adventure. Mrs. Tim
minis was busy cutting bread and but
ter, but she listened, too, and a moth
eTly look stole over her face.
Poor little fellow! why did Mt
you bring him here, T.2 We d a
kept him for a day or two, and it 8 a
sin to send a mite like that to the
workhouse, particularly at Christ
mas"
Mr.. Timmins Frightened for a mo-
merit, but then looked grave again.
. had half a mind to, he replied,
and that q a fact; but we have MT
over and above much money to last
till next pay day, and suppose he
was T to be claimed?"
Well, and if he wasn't" retorted
Mrs. Eimmins, pretty rose color
spreading itself over her eomely face,
it isn't much that a baby like that
d eat, suppose. I'll be bound his
mothers festing finely after him by
this time; and o, Timminsl only
think if it had had happened to one
of oursFn
Mrs. Timmins caught up her young !
est but one, and gave him a sound
ing kiss. Presently she got up and
inspected the contents of box, with
a slit in the lid, that was hidden in
the drawer. She stood thinking for a
minute or two, and then returned to
her husbands side.
I'm afraid that we can't do it."
she said, softly. IF I'd known, I'd
have put off buying the Winter fr0cks;
but I've got 'em now, and there's so
little money left, I'm afraid we ought
MT to do it for the sake of our own,
but" and tear stood IN the moth
er's eye.
mo. Of course we ought nj, said
TimInins testify 81 told you so all
along" And then huskiness got
into his throat, and after be had
cleared it, a silence fell for a time
upon the little family.
The next morning, Mrs. Timmins
found time to accompany her hus-
band on visit to the workhouse, to
look after little Johnny. Mrs.
Timnains carried with her a couple of
oranges and tin trumpet, the confis-
Gated property of her son and heir,
They had nearly reached K Work
house. when a woman, poorly clad,
with a young pinched face, that was
not without a certain wild beauty, and
dishevelled hair. turning the corner
of narrow street, came into violent
collision with Mr.. Timmins. RecOv-
eTing herself Immediately, she brush
ed roughly past him, and sped at full
speed down a dark passage. Mrs.
Timmins looked after her with some
surprise, and the next moment she
and her husband were surrounded by
a little crowd headed by two police
men in great hurry. -
Did you see a woman pass just
nOwY asked one of them, " young
and rather good looking. She's been
robbing a jewellers shop, and we
thought we saw her turn this way
Yes, yes, replied Timmins, eager /
ly, catching the prevailing excitement,
she ran up against me not a minute
ago. She went down that passage,
woman had disappeared. With hasty
thank you, the policemen hurried
in the direction indicated; but they
were soon at fault again. and Tim
minis, and his wife, having followed
for minute or two, disengaged them
selves from the crowd and walked on. /
Arrived at the workhouse, Johnny
was found, his puekered face more
puckered still, crying pite0usly in the
corner in dire disgrace. The nurse /
of the ward, an old erone, whose tenn
per time had soured, pointed him out /
vindictively.
Drat the child I can t do nothing
with him; that's the way he's been /
going on the whole blessed morning. 4
Nanny, nanny, indeed 1 wish his I
mother or anybody else I'D come and
fetch him cut, for he's no better nor
a nuisance here