The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1876-05-06
Found in the Snow.

"Haloo This won't do. Move on. :"
Tho speaker was gigantic policeman.
The object of his wrath was boy who
sat on u low stoop, with his face buried
10 bis hands as If cry ing.
1t was night and showing fast A
bitter, bitter night in which one would
not wish even oue's enemy 10 be honelcss
The boy did not stir.
"Halloo, say" cried tho policeman,
sugrily advancing nearer. "No shsm
ming, young 'uu. Get up and move on. "
But ss the lad even yet did not rise,
the policeman stopped down and shook
him. AS be did this the boy fell over.
,enseless, in the snow.
Great Cod" cried the policeman.
Hes dead. Froro to death, too 4; per.
hsls starved. Poor little fellow! An
orphan, no doubt. Well, must take
aim to the station. suppose
But as he lifted the body, which be
did tenderly-ior he had children Of bis
own at home, the seemingly inanin ute
form stirred.
tainted" said the oficer, "but not
dead yet. II the station house ouly was
not 80 far of. Ab! maybe they'll take
him 10 here"
As be spoke close carriage drove up
to the next house. footmsn snraug from
The box, the coach door was flung open.
aud rn old usn wrapped ia fur cloak
stepped out and took the ervent'p arm TO
be helped up the high stoop Seeing the
policeman, however. with toe boy in bis
arms. he stopped abruptly.
What! what he cried. "a young
tramp beggar not dead "
No, not dead yet. Mr.. Ascor,' said
the policeman respectfully, al he recog.
nizcd the speaker, we'll kuown ss the
wealthiest and most iLhoeutial house
holder 90 bis beat. "but I'm afraid will
be before | reach the station. Aud he
doesn't seem to be common sort oi beg
gar hoy"
Not tho common sort, eh ? Neither
is be-" raid Mr. Ascot, as he looked al
the boys clothes. Have him 10 here
have him 10 here. John. ring the bell
why the deuce do you stand there gaping
don't you zee the boy s dying from
cold and hunger? | can walk up the
steps well enough alone"
A moment moro aud Mr.. Ascot him.
self led the way into warm, spacious
drawing room.
There's roaring Gre ready" he esid
Il always have Que waiting for me when
| come home from dining out Where
the hous.kcepet7 Didu't tell John to
bring her ut opce7 An! here Mrs
Somers Gomez. Something 10 revive ninl
quick Good heavens it he sh uld die
after all A"
Poor little dear !" said Mrs. Soners
as rhe poured restorative down hi,
throat, There, Jane. give me ,h,
blaukets while l wrap him up, Alb (! hi
is coming to-"
The boy opened his eyes, looked in I
far of way at Mrs. Sopers, and ther
glanced dream'ly about the room. Ev,
deu,Iy bis senseS bad DOT yet quite COM
back,
Mother, mother" he murmured, 81
cau't 6ud grandistber-aud ito SO cold
I'm TO"
His head dropped oD her shoulder 90,
bis eyes closed again. One Of bio hands
which up to this moment had been tight
y shut, opened weakly, aud note fell l.
the foor.
Mrs. Somers did not see the note, some
thing 10 the boys look had startled her
She gave quick glance st her master
then she began to tremble all over. Nh
Ascot, who had been slabding by her iuI
OF interesting anxiety. did not observ
this look, Tor his attention had been AZ
tracted by the note, which he now stoope
to pick up. Then be took out his glasse
10 order to read the superscription.
Perhaps this may throw some light o
the matter" be said. The poor lad hs
been sent out on an errand aud has faint
ed from cold aud perhaps hunger. What
what! Good God - His hands wer
shaking like leaves in an autumn vino
In the deep stilluess the paper rattle
with startling uoiso. 1T cant be-
can't be! Mrs. Somers, your eyes ar
younger than mine-read, read is ihs
sddress-is it-miue-Tbornton Ascot ?
AS he spoke 10 cboked. convuloiv
gasps, Mrr. Somers' lsaued forward I
read. The motion ropsed the hoy ngai
and be opened bis eyes-this time vii
more Of consciousness 10 them-and
; 6zed long questioning, puzzled look o
hr. Ascot.
"Msrolful hes ysn !" The latter sal