The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1880-05-06
He Was From Boston.

A handsome, golden-haired and well-dressed
boy who had missed his parents stood crying
in front of the Fifth Avenue Hotel, at noon
yesterday In a few moments half a hundred
people had crowded around hip, but he said
nothing in reply to their scores of questions
A policeman soon came up and led the boy to
the station house.
"What is your name, my little MANI" asked
the kind-hearted Captain, who was seated be-
hind the desk.
In moment the boy frightened up and re-
piled quickly: Eugene G.. Blodgett, and
can write my name too"
''How old are you, Eugene?" asked the Cap
tain.
Il was five years old last February
Can you read and write?''
mo, but can write my name."
WHO taught y)1 to write your name?"
MY papa. you give me pen and L will
show you"
The little shaver was lifted into revolving
chair at the desk and given pen. With a
business-like air he took hold of the pen and
with the rapidity of his speech scratched off
signature that would do credit to many bank
president. Throwing himself back into the
chair he began looking around at the mysteri-
GUS paraphernalia of the Office and to see what
effect the signature would make.
"Where do you live?" asked the Captain
after having examined the handwriting.
"How came you here?"
"My mother came here to visit her sister
three days ago, and she thought aunty might
like to see the boy, so she fetched me along"
DO you know where your aunty lives?"
"No, not exactly, but if could see that broad
faced policeman that takes the ladies across a
street called Broadway. would be all right.
think he knows me.'
"Would you know him if you saw him. do
you think?''
ssT couldn,t haln Loou,;,,o, I;xo IL
small thick stick in his hand, and oh, he was
SO big-bigger'n any of these policemen, can
tell you'll
What makes you think the big-faced police
man knows you?"
"Cos aunty's house amt tsfar off from the
corner he stands on, and played with him
yesterday
"But you don't know on what street your
aunty lives?"
For moment the youngster seemed to be in
deep meditation, then he Strengthened up, and.
looking the Captain square in the face, said
quickly: do you know where the Elevated
road is?"
"There are three or four Elevated roads
here" replied the puzzled Captain "can you
tell me what color the iron posts were painted
with?'
"Well, they amt white, but they amt that
red color; know that red road, it amt that
one, 1t amt nowhere near that one."
The Captain concluded it was the Sixth ave-
n"o io"u, puU iul uuor Inquiries, WHICH were alt
answered as readily and sensibly as the others,
failed to reveal the residence OF the boys rela-
tives, and with an officer lie was sent to Police
Headquarters.
When the officers arrived at Mulberry street,
two very respectable ladies. whose eyes were
blood-red from weeping, sprang toward the
boy and before the officer knew what he was
about they had snatched, the child from him
and smothered him with kisses. AS soon as
the boy could get his breath he drew back
from the ladies, and with contemptuous
look at one of them said: "Youre a fine moth
er for boy; to run away and leave me and
give these people all this trouble. told you
didn't want to come to this New York. What
will my father say? Let us go home to your
house, aunty. I'm awful hungry
After thanking the officer for his kindness,
the ladies left the building with the boy, who
declared that if he had only seen that broad
faced officer he would have been all right.-N.
Y. Mail