The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1873-01-11

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| smiled in my maiden Superiority. L
believe l said something sabontr con-
ceited young women. who fancy that
baby cradle is the axis Of the planet.
Poor darling Dot Why couldn't /
have forese en the awful trouble that
was to come upon her :.
We got home at last, and Dot ran up
the steps beforeme and rang the bell.
Mary, the second girl, opened the door
smiled at frst, glanced past us inquir>
ingly. and then gave ashert scream. ,,
whats the matter r. demanded Dot.
turning upon her with white face.
Sure, an it's the baby, ma am E :
."The baby I" shrieked Dot What.
what"
The words d ed on her lips. She was
quite psst speech. But che seized Mary
by the shoulder, and her eyes were
wild and fierce in their demand: B. s.
you said first you take him, ma am,
and when went up stairs and found
he wasn't asleep on the sofa as be said,
/ thought you'd TUX him. Howly
mother, it's lost he is IT, 49,. e., ,,,- .r..
One awful, fixed, MISUNDERSTANDING
stare, and then, as the truth came home
to her Dot fell forward in dead faint
into my arms.
Oh, how my heart ached and yet |
dared not stop to grieve: We carried
Dot up stairs. sent the cook down to
Harry office, and Mary to the nearest
police station. In half an hour the
parlor was full of neigbbors and friends
whom the news of our sudden, trouble
had brought to US. In among them al
came Harry, pale and wretched, and
took Dotin his arms.
"God won't be SO cruel to US, my dar'
ling" he said. 80
Her dry, hot eyes seemed to cling to
and devour him
~ don't know" she sobbed. dread
full things happen in the world every
day, and He lets them"
Whata night that was to live through
what night to remember A dear
friend came to US and consulted with
Harry. They agreed upon measures o.
search. Sleep was not thong t Of We
walked the floor; we went listess from
room to room.
"Oh, if Dot could only cry said
Harry, with streaming eyes. ! looked
at her. Would her heart break
TWAS dreadful risk, but worth the
chance. I went into Dots bedroom,
and hunting about there found little
worn velvet cap, with its shreds Of gold
lace and its dilspidated tassel. We
had fanced that the baby looked par.
ticularly lovely 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.
See here is the old cap. dear ?"
| put it into her lap She had been
rocking back and forth with her face in
her hands She dropped her hands
now, gazed at the poor little chapeau,
and great sobs began to shake her.
20, nv baby my baby" che 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 his wandering in 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
winds blow his hair about, and he wants
mamma, and gets hungry, and-oh
Ruthy, how can bear II 2
Dot cries at the picture, and directly
new combinations arise.
We see him running up aud down
the streets, and he grows more and
more heartbroken in his long 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 kindled only
| to die
Harry went down. Dot and listen
ed at the head of the stairs
ats nothing, darling" ! said, with
nv arm around her waist.
But Dot'squicker ear, or, more likely,
her motherly instinct, OWNED the
truth. She broke from my arms with
CRY, and ran down | 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 sob
bling, what laughter, received this un-
whiting prodigal! Was it not all wit
messed by the handsome young strane
ger7 He was no stranger, after all but
an old friend OF Harry's called by him
Jack, as Familiarity as if he had been
his brother. -
Itwss long, pathetic story, but the
gist oft was that Mr.. Conway had
rescued the baby from the clutches of a
begger, who undoubtedly meant to use
him as capital in her trade.
II tried to find out his name" said
Mr.. Conway, laughing, but all | could
learn was that mamma was Dot, and he
was Dots baby
Mr.. Conway retired after being, l
hope, properly thanked and refreshed.
1t was breakfast time now, but who
cared for breakfast ? We gathered
round the liable, however, happy if
not hungry party. -,
! Harry, who is Jack Conway 2
asked Dot.
He is an old comrade Of mine. We
stood shoulder to shoulder at Astietsm
and Gettysburg"
shoulder to shoulder and he five
feet seven and you-seven feet FIVE,
isn't it ?
"A capital fellow" proceeded Harry