The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-07-22
He Was From Boston.

dressed boy whe had missed his parents,
stood crying in front Of the Fifth Avenue
hotel, the other day. In few moments
half hundred people had crowded
around him, but he said nothing to their
scores of questions. A policeman soon
came up and led the boy to the station
house.
"What Is your name, my little man?'
asked the kind hearted captain, who was
seated behind the desk.
In moment the boy frightened up
and replied quickly: eugene G. Blod-
gett, and can write my name, too
CHOW old are you, Eugene?' asked the
captain. ....-.. 49,. ... ..as..F ...s /
II was five years old last February
"Can you read and writer ss:4.l I
"No, but can write my name.''
''Who taught you to write your names'
"My papa. You give me pen and I
will show you.'' r. .Es.< -.
The little shaver was lifted into g re-
volving char at the desk and given a
pen. With a business-Gke air he took
hold of the pen and with the rapidity of
his speech scratched of signature that
would do credit to many a bank presi-
dent. Throwing himself back in the
chair he began looking around at the
mysterious paraphernalia Of the officers,
and to see what effect the signature would
make. S.. .,...
"Where do you lives" said the captain,
after having examined the handwriting.
II live in Boston; on Bowdoln street,
''How came you herez''
"My mother came here to visite her
sister three days ago, and she thought
that aunt might like to see the boy, SO
she fetched me along"
"Do you know where your aunt livesY"
ono, not exactly; but if could see
| that broad-taced policeman that takes
the ladies across street cal!ad Broad
way, would be all right. I think he
| knows me-
"Would you know him if you saw him,
do you th1nk9" ~
II couldn't help knowing him. He
had small, thick stick in his hand, and
oh, he was so big-bigger'n any of these
policemen, Can tell yonC' .....-
"What makes you think the big-faced
policeman knows youg" ..4--..
"Cos aunty's house amt far off from
the corner he stands on, and I played
| With MN yesterday. ..s
"But you don't know on what street
your aunty lives2"
For moment the youngster seemed
to be in deep meditation, then he
Strengthened up, and looked square in
the captain face, said quickly: "Do
you know where the elevated road isa''
"There are three or four elevated roads
here" replied the puzzled captain; scan
you tell me what color the iron posts are
painted wlth2'' :. 5.s.z
swell they amt white, but they ain
that red color; I know that road, it AIM
that one, it amt nowhere near that one,'
The captain concluded that it was the
Sixth avenue road, but further inc uiries
which were answered as readily and sensi
bly, as the others, failed to reveal the res
idence of tie boys relatives, and will
an officer he was sent to the police head
quarters. @A
When the officers arrived in Mulberr,
street, two very respectable ladies, whose
eyes were blood-red from weeping, sprans
toward the boy and before the Office
knew what he was about they snatchec
the child from him and smothered hin
with kisses. As soon as the boy coule
get his breath he drew back from the la
dies, and with contemptuous look a
one Of them, and SAID: sYou're fne
mother for boy; to run away and leave
me and give these police all this trouble
told you I did MT want to come to THU
, New York. What will my father say
Let us go home to your house, aunty,
am awful hungry
After thanking the officer for his kind
ness, the ladies' left the building with tn
boy, who declared that if he had onl,
seen that broad-faced officer he woul,
!. have been all right.-N. 2. Mall.
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