Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1878-06-20

about it. Remember that, and try to b
like-like my little fellow. poor laddi'
clean and good. Don't steal; try to e
work. Will you promise:'
The waif said eyes SIR" Of course.
Then the captain led him to Il chea,
eating house, and watched him cat unit:
his little stomach Was no longer " ho]
ler."
"You little wretch" he thought, as h
looked at him. eff / could see my DO
and him together now, what contrast.
| And he fancied his boy round an
white and pink, and fair of hair, like hi
poor lost Ellen, and know he said thu,
he would pity this poor fellow and b
| kind to him.
The meal was over. The captain palt
for it, and then drew the boy betwce,
his knees and lecturcd him. To be gooc
was to be happy. Honesty was the bes
policy. Cleanliness came next to godll
ness. These we're the heads of lis dis
course.
Then he gave MIN halt crown, anC
babe HIM 90 and be good and clean.
And the boy was eff like a flash.
"Ihousands just such as he in thi!
great city," sighed the good captain, anc
he walked along All, me-
Then he went in search Of Mrs. AMI
Golden and his own fair darling.
But Mrs. Golden was not 50 easily
found as he had hoped. There was {
little shop in the house he had been di
rected to, and the keeper thereof said
that she had bought it Of Ann Golden
'But l havnt seen her SINCE she said
"only there's bit Of card with hel
number on it-that is, if l can find it,"
After a search she did bnd it. and the
captain, thanking her hurried away, but
another disappointment awaited him.
Mrs. Golden had not lived in this
second place for years. She had moved
into Clumbcr row. but what number no
one could remember.
At Clumber row, whittier the CAPTAIN
drove in cab, woman owned to having
had her for a lodger.
She had child staying with her.
too," she said. Little Ned she called
him; but to tell the truth, she drank so
that | turned her out I couldn't abide
such doings. She went to Fossil Lane
No. o.
To Fossil Lane the captain went. It
was filthy place, and there was a drunk
en- woman at No. who was not Ann
Golden, and who threw piece Of wood
at him for asking for that lady. And
now every clue was lost, and the captain,
nearly beside himself with anxiety, ap-
piled to the authorities for help: and at
ter many days Of great unhappiness he
heard OF Ann Golden who lived in d quar-
ter OF London SO low and dangerous that
all decent people stunned it.
"No WONDER" the captain thought .sif
she lived there, that she should have had
his remittances sent to the post and
lett him to believe that his child was still
IN the decent home to which she had at
first taken him.
Almost i'll with excitement, the Door
captain dro;'e, with policeman as pro
tector. into the maze of hideous lanes
and courts that led to Ann Golden's
dwelling, and, following his conductor.
dropped into filthy cellar, where. amid
the horrible leakage Of drain pipes and
almost IN utter darkness, sat III old WON
an with bottle beside her. who started
up when the captain and his guard enter
ed, and cried "What now! What's the
police here tor: Is the boywanted
again.
And, altered az she was with wears and
drink, the captain knew has wife's old
nurse. Ann Golden. He gave a crv of
rage, and darted toward her.
My boyo" he cried.
And she screamed, "It's the captain"'
"ls my boy living?' he asked.
"Yes,' said the woman, shaking all
over, ''he's alive and we'll"
How dare you keep him here:" cried
the captain.
"How can l help being poor" whined
the woman. IL couldn't give up the bit
you pay for him. I'm very old; I'm very
i'll. Don't be hard on me-
Good heavens cried the captain.
g My Ellen's baby in place like this..'
He dropped his head on his hands;
then he lifted it and clasped them.
ell have him away from here now"
he gaspcd. It's over, and he's Young
and will forget it. Where is he: Have
you lied? Is he dead?"
I" No, no." said the old woman. .sHe'll
be here soon. l hear him now. That's
him. He'll be here in minute. Don't
kill poor body, captain DON'T
81 could do it," cried the captain.
" Listen! There is some one coming.
My child! My childr'
The door open softy, a head peeped in
low down, then drew back
:" come ill.," piped the old woman.
i The perlice Amt arter you--lcastways
for no harm. Captain that's hi,n---your
boy Ned"
And as the captain stood With out
stretched arms there crept in at the door
who? what? the The deformed and
dirty creature who rad picked his pocket
he had fed for the sake Of his
beautiful dream child-tha wretchcd Wait
forgotten utterly in the last few DAYS of
anxiety.
"That,s him." croaked the old crone
again, "That's your boy-that's Ncd.''
The captain gave cry; he sank down
on an old box close at hand, and hid his
lace and wept. The sobs shook him ter
rlbly; they almost shook the crazy build
ing. They frightened the old woman
and set the policeman to rubbing his ewes
WIN MS cults. The boy stood and stared
tor moment, and then vanished.
And what was the wretched father
thinking2 So many thoughts that there
IRE no words for them; but first Of all
this horrible one-that vile little object.
that wretched child Of the streets, was
the darling for whom he had searched so
long. -,
"Better had nLver found him. moan.
ed the captain, '<or found him dcadp
AndJust then little hand crept over
MS knee The thrill of hair was against
MS hand, and piping voice said meekly
Please, I'm clean now. I've washed nv.
self" : -
The captains swollen eyes Enclosed.
They turned upon the child, - =
Some queer knowledge of his fathers
feelings had crept into his mind, sud he
had tried to clean his face: a round
white spot appeared amidst the CRIME,
and out of it shown two beautiful blue
eyes that looked wis+full7 up into the