Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1872-08-29

for search. Everything was done that
could be done. Harry staid by and
comforted US. Sleep was not thought of.
We walked the floor, we went listlessly
from room to room.
ooh, if Dot could only cry" said
Harry, with streaming eyes. l looked
at her. Would her heart break?
1t was a dreadful risk, but worth the
chance. l went into Dots bedroom,
and, hunting about there, found little
worn velvet cap, with its shred of gold
lace and its dilapidated tassel. Wehad
fancied that the baby looked particu-
larly lovely in it, and had been 10th to
| throw it aside.
"Dot, darling, you know you threw
down his coat and his new cap on the
bed when you decided not to take him.
He must have put them on himself.
Seel here is the old cap, dear"
| put it into her lap. She had been
rocking back and forth, her face in her
hands. She dropped her hands now,
gazed at the poor little chapeau, and great
sobs began to shake her.
"Oh, my baby, my babyi" she cried,
and rushing torrent of tears swept
away the icy despair that had controlled
her.
1t was better after this. Dot could
talk, and her sorrow was easier to bear
when it could be put into words.
II think of him wandering into those
vile streets, and the poor outcast chill
dren crowding around him-he must
seem like an angel to them, or little
king-and perhaps one ruder than the
rest tears off his cap, and another seizes
his cloak, and he is cold, and the winter
wind blows his hair about, and he wants
mamma, and he gets hungry, and-oh,
Ruthy. how can | bear it?"
Dot cries at the picture, and directly
new combinations arise.
We see him running up and down the
streets. and he grows more and more
heartbroken in his longings and hunger
for his sweet mamma.
Just in the gray of the morning the
bell rang again. 1t had been ringing
at intervals all night, and again and
again our hopes had been klndled only
to die.
Harry went down. Dot and listened
at the head of the stairs.
"It's nothing, darling" l said, with
my arm around her waist.
But Dots quicker ear, or more likely
her mother instinct, OWNED the truth.
She broke from my arms with cry and
ran down. l followed, and there was
the blessed baby in the arms of strange
young gentleman.
Those arms yielded him instantly.
How he was kissed and cried over
What congratulations, what tumult OF
thanksgiving, what tears, what sobbing
laughter received this unwilling prodi.
gal! Was it not all witnessed by the
handsome young stranger? who was nc
stranger after all, but an old friend Of
Harry's, called by him Jack, as familiar
ly as if he had been his brother.
/ 1t was a long, pathetic story, but the
gist of it was that Mr.. Conway had res
cued the baby from the clutches of &
beggar, who undoubtedly meant to use
him as capital in her trade.
81 tried to find out his name," saic
Mr.. Conway. laughing; shut all coulc
learn was that mamma was Dot ane
he was Dots Baby"
Mr.. Conway retired after being,
hope, properly thanked and refreshed.
1t was breakfast time now, but wht
cared for breakfast? We gathered
around the table, however, happy i
not hungry party.
"Harry, who is Jack Conway?" asked
Dot.
"He is an old comrade of mine. W,
stood shoulder to shoulder at Antietan
and Gettysburg"
Shoulder to shoulder and he fv,
feet seven, and you-seven feet five, i
it?"
"a capital fellow proceeded Harry
not noticing Dots irrelevant Interrupt
ton. Sin a banking concern down
town."
"Mr. Ascott," remarked Dot, with
curious look in her eyes, "may be al
lowed to ask why you have never intro
duced this capital fellow to the bosom
of your family?''
"Never thought of it, I suppose
Why?"
"Why? why?" cried Dot. "Oh, tn
inefable stupidity of the masculin
mind! Because, you precious goosie
he is the man predestined from tn
foundation of the world to be Ruthy'
husband"
"Ah" said Harry, and surveyed M
with new and critical interest.
"Nonsense, Dot you're crazyl"
cried.
"Not at all. Pm much abused ant
unappreciated seeress of whom my fam
lily are not worthy. Never blush, dear
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