Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-06-03

One morning about two weeks, ago, Q
the hour of two o'clock, as a reporte
was passing through the West Gran
Circus Park, his attention was attracte
towards a dark mass lying against tn
lattice work of the summer house in tn
park aforesaid. A few steps brought hin
near to the object, when tiny little gir
raised herself up from the ground an,
yawned feebly, suddenly opened a pair o
remarkably bright eyes and fastened then
on the scribe in a dazed sort of way whlcl
betokened that the little waif, whoeve
she was, had hardly returned from th,
Land of Nod" "Well, little one,
quoth he OF the pencil, "Wbat are yol
doing here this time OF nightP" Tht
child looked inqulringly upwards to tn,
questioner and said: "0h, mister, yor
amt going for to take me up, are your
ain t done anything. | hadn't any place
to 90, and, oh! I'm so tired!" And the
little head, covered with tangled mass
Of brown hair, nodded once or twice AM
then fell YEARLY forward on the grave
walk. Her age was about seven years
and, though the little face was covered
with dirt and the brown hair fell in un.
kempt protusiOn oyer the meagre shoul
ders, yet something about her seemed 10
say that, whatever she was now, time was
when she had known something of the
brighter side Of life. Her clothing was of
the cOmmonest description; one stocking
was gone, and the little foot ard ankle
were incased IN cast-oif shoe a world too
large. Passing an arm around the child,
she was lifted from her recumGent posi-
tion, and in a moment her head fell over
on the reporters shoulder, and she vas
once more sOundly in the land of dreams.
= "l'll tell you what I'll
do, said the officer. 81 know Il kind.
hearted old lady, relative of mine, over
on - street. and will take the child
over there, and | guess Mother II -
will find place for her." So, raising the
still sleeping child In his strong arms, the
police officer followed by the reporter, pro.
ceeded to the house designated.
The next morning acall was made at the
house visited the night before, but the old
lady welcomed the reporter rather sor.
rOwtully, saying, "l'm afraid We ii never
find anythin about the child, for she's
wild, ravin', crazy wild favor this mOrnin'.
She's talkin' about herself, but | cant
make head or tail OF what she's sayin'"
Going up pair Of ickety stairs, the
reporter was ushered INTO scantily fur.
nished room, and on a little cot IN onp
corner lay the little waif, tossing about
in delirium. She had been bathed and
had her hair COmbed, but the large eyes
glared wildly and her fingers picked
nervously at the bed.clothes. As she
looked at the intruder CLEAN OF intelli-
gence flashed across her pinched cOunte
nance, but it was on Y for moment, and
she relapsed into a semi-conscious con-
lition, broken by muttered words. Lean.
ing over the bed the visitor caught a few
words: "WOn't you give me a penny,
sirp I'm hungry, and OH so tired, and
amt any place to sleep" For almost an
hour the child rambled on, often cOherenty,
and then relapsing into confused medley.
Enough was learned, however, to con.
vince the writer that she had doubtless
been deserted by her parents and left to
1--we or die, as the case might be, in the
,ity. The assistance OF physician was
but he said at once that her
'ystem and mind were completely shat.
tered by her exposure and suffering, and
she would not recover. For two days the
waif fought against the cncroachments OF
disease, but the end came about 4 o'clock
IN Friday afternoon. Only the old lady,
The physician and the reporter were by
he bedside. A few moments before hen