The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-03-08

familiar to him as his own. Why, there
was even the old scar upon her cheek
from the fish-hook he had unwittingly
buried there.
A serene JOY began to beam upon the
ford face of Joshua Flanders. Mr.. San
key sang "The Ninety and Nine, and it
was with difficulty Joshua could be kept
in his seat. rolled down his cheeks.
6 Yes, yes he murmured, 81 go to the
desert to find my sheep" %
"Good gracious r said Mrs. Bixby.
nudging Jane with her umbrella; ct be-
lieve in my heart he's going to do some
thing dreadful get converted or some
thing. My life, what care he is p
But Joshua was oblivious of the ninety
and-nine of his relatives among whom
Mrs. Bixby belonged. All that he
thought of was the one that had been
lost; and during the benediction he kept
his eyes firmly fixed upon the now yelled
and dropping form of the widow.
Alas in one moment, in a half second,
she was swept away out Of his sight.
The vast multitude heaved behind him.
He was pushed, driven, bewildered he
hesitated, and was lost Mrs Bixby en-
deavored in vain to reach him with her
umbrella Jane beckoned wildly, called
in vain. He needed not. They were
driven on, lost in the, crowd, and still he
was unmindful. What mattered it to
him who was gone, now that he had lost
sight of Kitty? But suddenly in the
distance it seemed to him that he saw
her; and now indeed he resolved that
come what might he would not lose sight
of her again. He began to push his way
through the crowd, keeping his eyes
steadily fixed upon the shrinking form,
and the people about him found out that
this old man had considerable push
about him. He reached her side at the
door, and they were thrust into the street
together, but with desperate tenacity he
grasped the corner of her shawl.
"Don't be frightened, ma'am," he
stammered IT have business with you.
lin fact, ma'am, II am friend.
Do you know lady by the name of Kit
ty Murphy-Mrs. Kitty Murphy?'
eyes, yes, SIR said the lady; 81
know her well-as we'll as [ know my
SELF" "f I #Aas
"Aha !" said Joshua, taking long
breath. "Thank God, / have found
you at last Do you know I have come
thousand miles to find you? Do you
know that for the last ten years it has
been the dream of my life to see you as
you are, before me? May go to your
home, and talk with you a little out of
the crowded street?" Lila a..r
She looked at him in a dazed and won
dering way, and said, in a sad voice that
went to Joshua's heart, g Yes, you may
come to my home, sir. It is a poor one,
but you can come. o.
went along. "Of course it is. I ex-
pected it to be poor" And presently,
as they turned into crooked and tum-
ble-down thoroughfare, into narrow
alley, through a dark and dingy door
way, up dilapidated stairs, into q clean
but wretchedly furnished room, where
the evidences of poverty were unmistak-
able, the face of Joshua began to glow
with satisfaction. Poorer even than [
thought" he murmured; con the verge
of starvation, likely" And, unable
longer to stifs bis emotion, his joy, his
unspeakable gratitude, he turned to the
poor lady, and said, in voice husky
with agitation m4a z5a.
"It's all over dear. Thank God, it's
past all the hardship and agony. I'm
your brother, Kitty-your old brother
Joshua. Don't you know Josh? Don't
you remember the dear old home out
West? It's waiting for us now, dear,
ten times more beautiful than ever. I
saw your husbands death in the paper
He was killed in brawl, the scoundrel,
just as he deserved to be-" .rf
"Hush, STRIP said the lady, indignant
ly. "My husband killed in brawl
What do you mean He died decently
in his bed How dare you say such a
thing? You're wandering; you're mis-
taken, sir, Or Observation-Disclosures knows
which, S.~.#4ss+ #~t 4t
Joshua sank down upon a chair, the
three legs of which giving way under
him, he fell upon the floor.
"Didn't you tell me-" faltered the
poor old man, "that you were Kitty
Murphy?" ga a
ri said I knew of lady by that
name, and God knows [ do, and-and
here she paused and listened to the
sound of carriage wheels" here she
is" she added, running to the window;
"here she is, God bless her!' ~
Joshua staggered to his feet in time to
reach the window and see a lady descend
from carriage at the door, and not a
word more was spoken till she mounted
the stairs and entered the room
"This is Mistress Kitty Murphy"
said the poor woman, the best lady and
the most beautiful the sun ever shone
upon. She has kept a roof over my head,
and food in mine and the children's
mouths the whole dreary winter. God
bless you, ma'am, he followed me out of
the Hippodrome, thinking was his Sis
ter that's been lost or dead this many a
year, and, strange to say, her name was
like your own; but, for that matter,
there's many Murphy"
Here the poor woman stopped talking,