Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-16

about it. Remember that, and try to be
like like my little fellow, poor laddie,
clean and good. Don't steal; try to get
work. Will you promise?"
The waif said "yes sill" of course.
Then the captain led him to cheap
eating house, and watched him eat until
his little stomach was no Longer" hol-
Ier'
"You little wretch" he thought, as he
looked at him. eff could see my boy
and him together now, what contrast"
And he fancied his boy round and
white and pink, and fair of hair, like his
poor lost Ellen, and know he said that
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 between
his knees and lectured him. To b, good
was to be happy. Honesty was the best
policy. Cleanliness came next to godl1.
ness These were the heads Of his dis
course.
Then he gave him halt crown, and
babe HIM 60 and be good and clean.
Aud the boy was off like flash.
"Thousands just such as he in this
great city," sighed the good captain, and
he walked along ''Ah, lne!''
Then he went in search of Mrs. Ann
Golden and his own fair darling.
But Mrs. Golden was not so easily
found as he had hoped. There was a
little shop in the house he bad been d.
rected to, and the keeper thereof said
that she had bought it of Ann Golden !;
"But havn't seen her since,' she said;
"only there's bit of card with her
number on it-thst is, if I 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 this
second place for years. She had moved
into Clumber row, but what number no
one could remember.
At Clumber row, whittier the captain
drove in cab, woman owned to having
had her for 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. l couldn't abide
such doings. She went to Fossil Lane
No. g."
To Fossil Lane the captain went. 1t
was filthy place, and there was a drunk
en- woman at No. 8 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, APP
piled to the authorities for help; and al,
ter many days of great unhappiness he
heard OF Ann Golden who lived in quar-
ter of London so low and dangerous that
all decent people stunned it,"
"No WONDER" the captain thought, IF
she lived there, that she should have had
his remittances sent to the post office, 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 poor
captain drove, with policeman as pro-
tector, into the maze of bideous 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 dizziness, sat an old WON
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 as she was with years and
drink, the captain knew his wife's old
nurse. Ann Golden. He gave cry of
rage, and darted toward her.
my boY2" he cried.
And she screamed, "1t's the captainl'
us my boy iving?" he asked.
';Yes," said the woman, shaking all
over; she's alive and WE'LL" -g
.a Show dare you keep him here2" cried
the captain.
"How can Ihelp being poor2" 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.
f" My Ellen's baby in place like this !"
He dropped his head on his hands;
then he lifted it and clasped them.
:. /" I'll have him away from here now!"
he gasped. I" It's over, and he's young
and will forget it. Where is he2 Have
you lied? Is he dead?'
:" No, no." said the old woman. "HeIl
be here soon. hear him now. That's
him. He'll be here in minute. Don't
kill poor body, captain DON'T
II could do it." cried the captain.
" Listen! There is some one coming.
My child! My child!"
The door open softy, head peeped in
low down, then drew back.
"come in,'' piped the old woman.
:" The perlice arn't arter you--leastways
for no harm. Captain that's him---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 had picked his pocket
whom he had fed for the sake of his
beautiful dream child-the wretched waif
forgotten utterly in the last few days of
anxiety.
THAT'S him." croaked the old crone
again, THAT'S your boy-that's Ned.''
The captain gave a cry; he sank down
on an old box close at hand, and hid his
face and wept. The sobs shook him ter
ribly; they almost shook the crazy build
ing. They frightened the old woman,
and set the policeman to rubbing his eyes
with his cuffs. The boy stood and stared
for moment, and then vanished.
And what was the wretched father