The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-05-22
The child shook his head.

wash yourself as soon as you find water.
But l couldn't think of his being
hungry. and for his sake can't bear
to see other little fellows hungry. It's
tor his sake that don't call . constable
and tell him about it. Remember that
and try to be ike-liks my little fel
low. poor laddie, clean and good.
Don't steal; try to get work. Will you
promises'
The wsif snswered yes SIR of
course
Then the Captain led him into
cheap eating house, and watched him
eat until bis little stomach WAS no long,
er holler.'
'Ysu little wretch be thought. as
be looked at him. If could zee my
boy and him together now. what con-
trast.
And he fancied his boy round, white
and pink. and fair of hair, like his poor
lost Ellen, and l know he said he
would pity this poor fellow and be kind
TO him.
The meal was over. The Captain
paid for it, and then drew the boy be-
tween his knees and lectured him. To
be good was to be happy. Honesty
was the best policy. Cleanliness came
next to godliness. These were the
heads of his discourse.
Then he gave him half . crown, and
bade him 60 aud be good and clean.
And the boy was off like flash.
Thousands just such as be in this
great city, and he walked along 'Ab.
me.'
Then he went in search of Mrs. Ann
Golding and his own fair darling.
But Mrs. Golding was not 30 easily
found as he had hoped. There was .
little shop in the house he had been di-
rected to, and the keeper Thereof said she
had bought it Of Ann Golden; But l
haven't seen her sincs,' she said; only
there's bit of card with her number
on it-that is. can find it.
After search she did find it, and the
Captain, thanking her hurried away;
but another disappointment awaited
him.
Mrs. Golden had not lived in thi.
second place for years. She had NOV
no one could remember
At Clumber Row whittier the Captain
drove In a cab, woman owned to hav-
ing had her for lodger.
She had child stay ing with her, too.
she said, Little Ned she called him;
but to tell the truth. she drank 20 that
l turned her out, couldn't abide such
doings. She went TO Fossil Lane, No. 8.
/ To Fossil Lane the Captain went. 1t
was q filthy place and there was a
| drunken woman at No. 0 who was not
Ann Golden. and who threw piece of
w6od at him for asking for that lady.
And now every clue was lost. and the
Captain. nearly beside himself with anx-
iety. applied TO the authorities for
help; and after many days of great un-
happiness he heard of an Ann Golden
whs lived in quarter of London so
low and dangerous that all decent peo-
| Pile stunned it.
No wonder. the Captain thought. if
she lived there, that she should have
! had his remittances sent to the psstof-
fee, aud lett him to believe that bis
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which she had at first taken him.
almost ill with excitement, the poor
| Captain drove. with q policeman % pro-
tector, into the maze Of hideous lanes
and courts that led to Ann 0olden's .
dwelling. and. following his conductor,
dropped into filthy cellar. where
amid the horrible leakage Of drain
pipes. and almost in utter darkness, sat
an old woman with bottle beside her,
who started up when the Captain and
his guard entered and cried: What
ncws What's tier perlice here for: Is it
one of the boys AGAIN.
And, altered as she was with years
and drink. the Captain knew his wifs's
old nurse. Ann Golden. He gave cry
of rage. and dsrted towards her.
My Bow he cried.
And she screamed, It's the Captain!
smy boy livings he asked.
Yes, said the woman shaking oil over.
he's alive aud well
How dare you keep hum here: cried
the Captain.
How can l help being poor! whined
the woman. l couldn't give up the bit
you pay for him. I am very old; I sm
very ill., Don't be hard on me.
Good Heavens! cried the Captain.
Ny Ellsn's baby in place like thisl
He dropped bis head on his hands;
then he lifted it and clasped them.
I'll have him away from here now!
he gasped. It's over and he's young
and will forget it. Where is hes Have
you lied to me. Is be dead.
No, no, said the woman. He'll be
here soon. | hear him now. That's
him. He'll be here in a minute. Don't
kill poor old body. Captain-Don't.
could do it, ciied the Captain.
Listen! There Is some one coming. My
child! Ny child
The door opened softly. head peep.
ed in low down. then drew back.
Come in. piped the old woman.
The perlice arn't arter you-least~ays
for harm. Captain. that's him-your
boy Ned.
And as the Captain stood with out
stretched arms there crept in at the
door-who! whats The wan. deIormed.
aud dirty creature who had picked his
pocket-whon he bad fed for the sake
of his beautiful dream. .child-the
wretchrd wait forgotten utterly In the
last few days OF anxiety.
That's him, croaked the old crone
sgain. That's your boy-that's Ned.
The Captain gave a cry; he sank
dowr on an old box close At hand, and
hid his face and wept. His sobs shook
him terribly: they almost shook the old
building. They frightened the old wo-
man and set the nnlicamnn To rubbing