Daily globe., 1880-07-18
He Was From Boston.

"A handsome, SOluen-nalreO ana Well
dressed boy whe had missed his parents,
stood crying in front of the Fifth Avenue
hotel, the other day. In few moments
half a 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.''
"How old are you, Eugene?' asked the
captain.
II was five years old last February"
"Can you read and write?'
"No, but can write my name
"Who taught you to write your name!"
"My papa. You give me pen and
will show you.
The little shaver was lifted into a re-
volving chair at the desk and given a
pen. With business-like air he took
hold of the pen and with the rapidity of
his speech scratched of signature that
would do credit to many bank presi-
dent. Throwing himself back in the
chair he began looking around at the
mysterious paraphernalla of the officers,
and to see what effect the signature would
make.
'Where do you live?" said the captain,
after having examined the handwriting.
81 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 lives?"
"No, not exactly; but if could see
that broad-taced policeman that takes
the ladies across street calldd Broad
way, would be all right. think he
knows me-
"Would you know him if you saw him,
do you thlnk?''
81 couldn't help knowing him. He
had small, thick stick in his hand, and
oh, he was so blg-bigger'n any of these
policemen, can tell yon!"
"What makes you think the big-faced
policeman knows you?'
"Cos aunty's house amt far of from
the corner he stands on, and I played
with him yesterday"
"But YOU don't know on what street
your aunty ives?"
For moment the youngster seemed
to be in deep meditation, then he
Strengthened up, and looked square in
the captains face, said quickly: "Do
you know where the elevated road is?"
.'There are three OF four elevated roads
here" replied the puzzled captain; 'can
YOU tell me what color the iron posts are
painted w1th?''
s'Well they amt white, but they amt
that red color; know that road, it amt
that one, it amt nowhere near that one"
The captain concluded that it was the
Sixth avenue road, but further inq uiries
which were answered as readily and sensi-
bly, as the others, failed to reveal the res
idence of tie boys relatives, and with
an officer he was sent to the police head
quarters.
When the officers arrived in Mulberry
street, two very respectable ladies, whose
eyes were blood d-red from weeping ,sprang
toward the boy and before the officer
knew what he was about they snatched
the child from him and smothered him
with kisses. As soon as the boy could
get his breath he drew back from the Ia
dies, and with contemptuous look at
one of them, and said: sYou're a fine
mother for boy; to run away and leave
me and give these police all this trouble.
/ told you did MT want to come to this
New York. What will my father says
Let us go home to your house. aunty, l
am awful hungry.
After thanking the officer for his kind
ness, 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. Mall