The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-04-12

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Corban hastily rescued the youngster,
which uttered shrill yell at his treat
ment.
"You'd orter be ashamed of yourself"
went on the 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
feelings towards EN- Sir, you was ba-
by once yourself"
Just then yellow-faced woman slip
ped into the seat in front of Corban,-
She was middle-aged, but her dress had
the gushingness of sixteen. " Lovely
child" she exclaimed insinuatingly.
The baby began to squizzle up its face
and flourish its fists.
Dear me, how forward it is How
old is it, sir?' inquired the spinster--for
such she was.
"I don't know" growled Corban.
Been widower, long, sir p inquired
the lady.
"No Inever had wife"
Bless me then she's run away and
left you. Dear dear how could she
leave such nice man, and such a dear,
darling little baby?"
What's that I" inquired a middle
aged gentleman near by, who was evident
ly little deaf. Your wife gone and
left you sir ? Just my case exactly. My
poor Jane departed this life last May. l
got her the handsomest gravestone money
could buy. There's an angel on it with all
her wings spread and this Latin descrp-
tion-RequircS her cat IN peace. The
gravestone maker said it was a good cpl
gram, and l consented as she was fond
of cats.
BY this time the baby began crying
Justify, and the whole car sympathized,
especially the females.
It's got the cholera morbus" said the
old lady. It'll die for sartin if some
thing hain't done"
"Die ? You don't think SOP" cried
Mr.. Cordan.
&C Dear me!' said the little thin-faced
woman, "what an inhuman creature its
IluSU DC.
"Take it, my good lady, do w cried
Corban, imploringly. "Pll give you a
hundred dollars to take it"
"What is all this row about? % said a
sharp-nosed man, with newspaper IN his
hand. I" 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
a dozen voices at once.
1t is, it is 1t can be no other ex-
claimed the sharp-nosed man. "How
strange that | should chance upon it +!
Listen to this, and he read from pa
per in his hand, this notice:
"SToLEN.-Supposed to have been
stolen from its carriage in Central Park,
on the morning of the Sth inst, male
child about nine months old. Said child
had blue eyes and rather dark hair; and
is a remarkable forward child. Any per-
son who will return him to his afflicted
parents, at No. Forty-ninth street,
or give information that will lead to his
recovery, shall receive a reward of $500.
LOUIS Roscoe.
oval, I never ?" exclaimed the old la
dy. " 1t must be the very same baby
This child has blue eyes and dark hair,
and pears remarkable forw'dw
eyes, ma'am, unquestionably the very
same" remarked the sharp-nosed man,
confdingly; "I consider it my duty to
take possession"
"Oh, take it, do ?" cried Corban, i'm
ploringly; "Pll give hundred dollars
to get it off my hands"
No doubt you would, my man But it
amt took in in that way. My. name is
Smithers-Peter Smithers, sir; and
live in Albany. Pm a magistrate, and
arrest you for child stealing"
Il tell you / didn't steal it. She went
off after cup of coffee"
"Don't trouble yourself to repeat that
story again. | understand the case full
ly," said Mr.. Smithers, promptly
Conductor, is there place on the
train where the rascal would be any safer
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