Middletown transcript., 1875-10-02
Selett1 Storp.
!, LOST AND FOUND. l[ll

was young physician, not owe
burdened with practice. when sat hal
dezing in my office one. sitting Angus
afternoon. and was reused by bustl'
in. the street. and . cry: e =
Here's doctor! Ring the bell!
BY the time the ring was answered
1 was wide awake, and had "my pro
fessional expression" on. Two mel
came. in. and one held in his arms
limp. senscles figure. boy about three
years old. covered with the blood flow;
ing from u cash in his head I tool
tbeplittle fellow in my arms and carried
him to the sofa,r whileithe men brought
me water. and seemed deeply interested
in all my movements. -.
!. A broken arm and deep cut on ths
head ker. me busy some time. bnt1a'
last my little patient was made asscom-
plortable as possible, and was moaning
with recovering consciousness.
~ Have you far to carry him? | ask
ed one of the men.
We don't own him, was the answer
He ns q running ACROSS the street.
and a horse kicked him over. Jim,
here, Indicating his companion, be
picked him up. and l came along to
help 6nd a doctor, cause Jim can't
read.
Needn't showed that in! growled
Jim. turning red. Poor little chap,
how he groansl
, Iwill give him something to quiet
him presently, l said, and will send
word to the (station-house il bis name
is not on his clothes.
The men departed, and l lifted my
charge once more and vent up, stairs.
to my mothers room, over the Office.
1t did not take many minutes to en-
list her sympathies, and we undressed
the child and pnt him inlherside bed.
hoping to find some mark upon his
clothing. There was none, and when
| saw this spoke frankly:
Mother, there is just one chance for
the little fellows life. and that is, per-
feet quiet. He will have fever, prob
ably be delirious, and to carry him to a
hospital, or even to his own home, may
be fatal. l will send word to the sta
tion-house, and then
You know |, will nurse him, John,
my mother said. If his mother comes,
she must do as she thinks best but,
until she does come, leave him with
me.
1.wrote a description Of the child's
long brown curls and brown eyes, of
the delicate suit of white linen, in
which be was dressed, and sent it to the
station house. No call being made in
three days. ! advertised him for week,
and still he was not claimed. It was
very strange, for the child's pure, deli
cate skinSand dainty clothing, seemed
to mark him as the child of wealth.
But while'h be lay unknown. my little
patiert was struggling hard for life,
against fever and injuries. He was
delirious for many days. calling pitt
fully for Mamma pretty mamma! beg
ging her not to go away. and making
our hearts ache By often crying. Oh,
Aunt Lucy. don't beat Freddie! Fl. ddie
will be good; Grandma, grandma |!
don't, don't! in cries Of extreme terror. ;,
Mother would get SO excited with
indignation over those cries, that I saw
the child had won fond place in her
warm heart. TIIIT0ID
% He has been ill-treated, John, the
pretty darling! she would say. Ihope
the cruel people who could hurt such a
baby will never find him again.
She would rock him in her own
motherly arms. would spend sleepless
nights watching beside him. petting
and fondling him till be seemed even
in his delirium TO know her love. and
wonld. nestle up to her for protection
against the ,phantoms Of his own fever
edTimaglnatioDs. o. ,5s .sse.
i The second week Of his stay with, us
vssIeiosing,s and Freddie had segained
bis reason and was on the road TO. re-
sovsry. when one morning q carriage