The interior journal., 1875-09-17
FOUND IN TMR SNOW.

FOUND IN THE SNOW.
"Halloi This won't do. Move on"
The speaker was . gigantic policeman.
The object of his wrath was boy, who
sat on low stoop, with his face buried in
his hands as II crying.
II was night and showing fast. A bit
ter, bitter night, in which one would not
wish even ones enemy to be homeless
and shelterness. The boy did not stir.
"Hallo, sayp cried the policeman,
angrily, advancing nearer. "No sham
ming, young 'un. Get up and move on"
But as the lad, even yet, did not rise,
the policeman stopped down, and shook
him. As he did this, the boy fell over,
senseless, in the snow.
Great God!" cried the policeman.
"He's dead. Frozen to death, too per-
haps starved. Poor little fellow An or
phan, no doubt. Well, I must take him
TO the station, suppose"
But q he lifted the body, which he did
tenderly, for he had children Of his own
at home, the seemingly inanimate form
stirred.
Painted" said the officer, but not
dead yet. If the station-house only
wasn't 80 far of. All maybe they'll take
him in here"
As he spoke, a close carriage had
dashed up TO the next house, footman
sprang from the box, the coach door was
flung open, and an old man, wrapped in
a fur cloak, stepped out, and took the SER
wants arm, to be helped up the high
stoop. Seeing the policeman, however,
with the boy in his arms, he stopped
abruptly.
"Whatl Whatw he cried. :" A
young tramp. A beggar. Not dead"
"No. not dsad yet, Mr.. Ascot" said
the polioeman, respectfully, as he recog.
nised the speaker, well known as the
wealthiest and most influential house.
holder % his beat, "but I'm afraid will
be before I reach the station. And be
doesn't seem to b . common sort Of beggal
boy" ts
"N& ~ common sort, eh' Neither
is he, ,fDi61(r. Ascot, - he looked up Al
the ~ clothes "Have him in here
Have - n ksra John, ring the bell
why the deuce do you stand there gap
ing-don't you see the boys dying from
cold and hungerf can walk up the
steps we'll enough Alone"
A moment more, and Mr.. Ascot him
self led the way into a warm, spacious
drawning- room.
"There'sa roaring fire ready" he said
az always have one waiting for me when
come home from dining out. Where
the housekeeperf Didn't tell John t.
bring her at once? Ah!here, Mrs. Som
ers. Something TO revive him, quick
Gracious heavens! If he should die aftel
all"
"Poor little dear! |" said Mrs. Somers
rs she poured q restorative down hi
throat There, Jane give me tn,
blankets while l wrap him up, All he'l
coming to-"
The boy opened his eyes, looked in q
fsr-off way at Mrs. Somers, and ther
glanced, dreamily, about the room
Evidently his senses had not yet quite
come back.
"Mother, mother" he murmured. "l
can't find grandmother-and it's 50 cold
I'm So"
His head dropped on his shoulder, and
his eyes closed again. One of his hands
which up TO this moment had beer
tightly shut opened weakly, and not,
fell to the floor.
Mrs. Somers did not see the note
Something in the boys look had startled
her; she gave a quick glance up at he
master; then she began to tremble al
over. Mr.. Ascot, who had been standing
by her full Of interested anxiety, did no
observe this look, for his attention hat
been attracted by the note, which h,
now stopped TO pick up. Then he pro
ceeded TO take out his glasses in order h
read the superscription.
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