Connecticut western news., 1879-12-24

d0 QOn6 know GnSG nlS QaugnGof cn1lQ is living. Wiggin told him both were dead"
 What did she do that for ?" asked Rob. ,
 "She wanted you to work for her. But you go to him, Rob. Tell him what I've told you. He'll see your mothers eyes in your face. Will you go" she asked, eagerly.
 "Yes, if can, Polly"
 "Get somebody to write it down. Ask somebody to help you get there. But whatever you do don't go back to Wig gin; and start tonight, Rob-this very night. Will yer2'
 He looked 8 little bewildered, but he sad
 "I'll try to-"
 She sank back exhausted. Then, after pause, she muttered:
 "Little children. He's one, poor thing He shan't be dragged down like me. He'll find the way. I've done some good dying, as never did living"
 A moments silence. Then she whis- pered:
 Rob, can you pray ?" "No-o."
 "Try."
 A low, tremulous, childish voice arose on the stiffness.
 "Oh, Jesus Christ, suffer little suRer her to come unto thee, and forbid her not"
 And on the breath of that prayer the soul of the dying woman passed away whither?
 We cannot answer. We only know that to His divine love and mercy there is no limit.
 Poor Rob, again on the street, was sorely puzzled. He had informed the neighbors of the death of Peanut Polly, and his business was now to obey her dying injunction and seek out his grand faEher. His grandfather l-how his heart beat at the word
 But whom could he ask to help him There WAS his friend Tye-and I've was smart; but could I've help him in such tremendous undertaking as this2
 Suddenly his face brightened. If he could only find the good gentleman who had given him the picture. MT. Foster that was what the clerk had called him.
 With nasty speed, Rob, with his preci- ous picture under his ara-al the prop erty that he possessed in the world made his way to the store whence it had been purchased.
 It was with some difficulty that he succeeded in attracting the attention of one of the busy clerks.
 "Well, I don't know exactly where he's to be found. Stay-it's Foster < Berwick somewhere on Broadway. Find it in the directory. Now clear out i; make room here ;" and he unceremoni- ously hustled the child to the door. Rob walked slowly down the street. Where was he to find directory Where was he to find any one who would take the trouble to look in directory for the address he wanted?
 "Hullo. Robl' P <
 Blessed chance It WAS Tye-alias Thomas Tyler-iingling in his pocket a handful of pennies, for he had succeeded in disposing of every one of his big bundle of papers.
 |" Oh, Ty, please tell me where can find directory"
 "Why, what do you want of 8 di- rectory ?" said Tye, facing him with both hands in his pockets, his feet very wi le apart, and his cap set knowingly on one side of his head.
 "I want to find Foster and-oh. my. I'm afeard I've forgot it-no-Foster < Beeswax."
 "Beeswax? ? Humph! No sich name in our New York Directory. Oh, I twig it It's Foster & Berwick you're after, p'raps. Why, I know where to find 'em. They're old friends O mine.".
 "Are they?" said Rob, admiringly. "I'm so glad"
 As they walked along, I've uestioned Rob closely, and drew out the whole ot his story.
 ''It's the jolliest go!" he exclaimed delightedly, skipping his hand on his thigh. "Why, Rob, old feller, I'll ge with you to Tarrytown myself, and pay your way with my own tin, if it takes every red out O the savin's bank. Anc I'll see that the old codger takes you u1 handsome, or I'll know the reason why I know Tarrytown's up the railroad-it't sort of station, marked on the map you see-and all we've got to do is tt git on and git off. Conductor'll tell us Foster < Beeswax !" he called out sud denly, in imitation of the announ cemen of railroad conductor and then, witl , another excellent imitation of the whistl, of steam-engine, abruptly halted hi small companion opposite handsome store.
 In the door way was standing the yer. man Rob was in search of, buttoning hi overcoat and drawing on his gloves. "Oh, sirl" said Rob, springing for ward.
 "Wen, my boy" kindly said MT. Eos l ter, recognizing him. 3 But Rob was at loss in what manne to express himself, and it took Tye' ready wit and eloquence to explain tn situation. MT. Foster listened with in terest.
 l "Deacon Reed, near Tarrytown," h 3 repeated, as the name was mentioned
 "Why, I come from that neighborhoo , myself, and know the deacon. Ikney his daughter, too-poor Bessie 1 Ant so you are her child ?" putting his han
 on Rob's ragged cap, and turning bac \