The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1876-03-30

MCA4u&0lO,-StruCk IL StTuCk II -
struck the great Comstock silver lode,
the hidden treasure.house Of tho gnomes
and wonder of the whole mining world.
He was, as he always believed, driven into
the great good fortune by the ''goblin
frog"
FOUND IN THE SNOW.
'Halloo! 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 if crying.
It was night and showing fast. A Bit
ter, bitter night, in which one would not
wish even ones enemy to be homeless
and shelterless. The boy did not stir.
"Halloo, say!'' cried the policeman,
angrily advacing nearer. mo shamming,
young 'un. Get up, and movo on"
But as the. lad, even yet, did not rise,
the policeman stopped down and shook
him. AS he did this boy fell over, sense.
less, in the snow.
"Great God!'' cried the policeman.
s.He's dead. Frozen to death, too; per.
haps starved. Poor little fellow! An
or shan, no doubt. Well, I must take
him to the station, suppose"
But Us he lifted the body, which he did
tenderly-for he had children Of his own
at home, the seemingly inanimate form
stirred.
Tainted" said the officer. "but mol
dead vet. II the station house only
wasn't so far off: All! maybe they'll
take him in here"
As he spoke, close carriage had dash
up to the next house, footman sprane
from the box, the coach door was fun
open, and al old man, wrapped in ful
cloak, stepped out and took the servants
arm, 10 be helped up the high stoop. See
ing the policeman, however, with thu
boy in his Al ms, he stopped abruptly
"What! what!'' he cried. A younf
tramp-a beggar! Not dead"
"No, not dead yet, Mr., Ascot" sale
the policeman, respectfully, as he recog
nized the speaker, we'll known as TIL
wealthiest and most influential house
holder on the beat, "but I'm afraid vii
be before reach the station. And HI
dosn't seem to be common sort Of beg
gar boy"
''Not the common sort, Ell! Neither
is he," said Mr.. Ascot, as he looked at tn,
boys clothes. slave him in here have
him in here. John, ring the bell; WHY
tho deuce do you stand there gaping
don't you see the boys dying from COLI
and hunger2 can walk up. the step
we'll enough alone.''
A moment more and Mr.. Ascot him
self led the way into warm. spacious
drawing.room.
"Thcre's roaring fire ready he said
I always have one waiting for lnc when
come home from. dining out. Where
the house.keeper Didn't tell John t,
bring her at once! All here Mrs. Som
ers comes. Something to revive him
quick! Good heavens! if he should di
alter ALL"
"Poor little dear - said Mrs. Somers
as she poured restorative down hi
throat. "There, Jane, give me blanket
while l wrap him up. All! he's con1in|
to-"
The boy opened his eyes, looked in ,
far.of way at Mrs. Somcrs, and then
glanced, dleamily, about The room. Ev
identity his senses had not yet quite COM
back.
another, MOTHER he murmured. j"
can't find grandfather-and it's SO cold
I'm So
His head dropped on her shoulder ant
his eyes closed again. One OF his hand
which up to this time had been Tight,
closed, opened weakly, and note fell t
the floor.
Mrs Somers did not see tho note
Something In the boys look startled her
She gave quick glance up 1t her master
then she began to tremble oil over. Mr.
Ascot, who had been standing by her full
of interested anxiety, did not observ'
this look, for his attention had been at
tracted by the note which he now stoop
cd to pick up. Then he proceeded (,
take out his glasses in order to read tn
approximation. .,
''Pcrhaps this may throw some light;o Q,
the matter he said. The poor lad ha
been sent out on an errand and has faint
ed from cold and, perhaps hunger
What !! What ! Good God - His hand
were shaking like leaves in IN autumn
wind. In the deep stiffness the rape
ratified with startling noise. 1T can
belt can't be-! Mrs. Soners, your eye
are younger than ,nine-read, read !; i
that ADDRESSES it-mine Thornton Az
cot ~. u :! .,..,.t .%..t 49,,
As he spoke in choked, convulsiv
gasps, Mrs. Somers leaned forward t.
read. The motion reused the boy again
and he opened his }feyes-this :: tim
with more Of consciousness IN them an,
he fixed long, questioning, puzzled lool
on MIR. Ascot 2f5:t:,-s&. = .r7.@s{:. ~
''Merciful heaven !'the latter said, stag
gering like one struck with. palsy, ''It'
her eyes-her eyes Y. r., sxf...x.1 :, -,
With these words he fell back sensclcse
the half-open letter 1uttering from hi
fingers to the floor. Fortunately the pa
liceman was in time to catch him andia,
him on the sofa. For . moment the DO,
was forgotten, every one pressing aroah
the master Of the house. f.fs.I :ts,s.,4
:'1s it : stroke! T. asked. the. policeman
anxiously. ''What does it mean r. -. -.
/ AT any other time Mrs. Somers woul
have been reticent ab bout family affairs
but she was too Hurried to think clearly