The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-03-24

Senior, had just stepped from toy
shop, with her arms full of bundles.
when she heard glad little voice shout
ing: s.. 8. G. an ma! G'an'ma!''
why, Phil, You darlingl'' she cried,
sprlnging toward the boy; but before
she could reach him a horse, of which
the driver had lost control, dashed upon
the sidewalk, and the next instant the
childish figure lay bruised and senseless
on the pavement
"Give him to mep' cried Mrs. Raw
mond dropping her bundles and snatch,
ing the little fellow from the stranger
who had taken him up. .
The crowd pressed about her, some
fuu OF soHcitude, others simply curious.
What could they do for herP''
"Was the child seriously injured ?''
"Would she haye carriage ordered?''
But she did net seem to hear them.
"Permit me, madam said a tall
elderly man, who was evidently a phy-
slcian, and, bending down, lie passed
his hands carefully over the inanimate
form.
Not fatally hurt, think - he said:
''but his arm is broken Take him home
and have it set ass quickly as possible. y
Her, own carriage was in waiting on
the opposite side Of the street, and, the
stranger having summoned it and lifted
her in. with the boy still in her arms,
she directed the driver to lose no time
IN reaching home, re -evetF rs~.-.l /,
It would take so much longer to
carry him to Toms" she said to her.
self, and then for the first time she
wondered how 1T happened that. the
child should have been on the street
Where was hitaa Where was the
nnrseP She must telegraph to Tom at
once. ~, =. 1fsf 4A8T .1sstse sHL9T
Fortunately her physician was her
next-door neighbor; and fortunately.
too, they found him in. Once or twice
the child had opened his eyes; but only
to close them with, a moan, - s4e.ssg
~" Poor little man! He has been
pretty badly shakenr' said the. doctor.
+" And | am afraid he won't be able to
hold up his head again very soon.s He
must be kept as quiet as possible And
Mrs. Raymond, hearing it, could not
help feeling, in spite of her sorrow and
anxiety, thoroughly glad that, since the
accident had happened, she had the
darling under her own roof, where no
one could hinder her from caring for
him. ...s,.,1,
At Toms, meanwhile, the household
was in a state Of swoeful alarm, Maggie,
the nurse. having made her appearance
some two hours after the time fixed for
her return, weeping Historically and de-
claring that little Phil had been "stole. !"
Shure an he was standin' fornint
me, lookin' in at the windy, an whin
turned mesef to spake to him he was
nowheres to be sane. An, SEE I, the
saints bliss the darlint! He's wint in
side. So | walks in meself, thinkin'
loike as not he was at some O, the
counters; but niver sight could Icatch
Of the cherab, though / wint from one
end OF the store to the other. And
whin / comes out there was an ould
leddy (shure, an she had the 1ook Of
a Teddy, MON, bad as she. .is) Jest
alightin' into her kerridge, wild the
darlint in her arms. May. the Blessed
Vargin save himl AM afore T. could
spake the driver was Off like a. feyther
anint the wind; an whin scfamec to
The pouliceto stop i'm for q thafe, he
Jest laughed in me face Och! shure,
an wish was dead, nom, ruther thin |
have the bad tidin' s. for yeas. ~ Yeas |
1in bate me to ajilly, if yealoikes, an
III not say -niver word.n
But her mistress sat looking at her
With frightened face. too overwhelmed
20 speak or act, Tom had disappeared
before the girl had half finished her
story. and was already teiegraphing in
every direction that saddest of mes.
ages: IS A child lost" Instinctively his
leart turned to his mother. 80 But WHY
rouble her?n he said to himself. It
would be time enough to tell her when
he suspense was at end, in whatever
way the end might come.
Late in the evening, Lita, watching
or him In state bordering on frenzy,
vas startled by a sharp peal of the bell.
Shure, an it's telegraph nom.
'raps We kin tell by the writin' who its
rom," said Maggie, hurrying in. with
he inevitable yellow wrapper, The
distress tore it open with quakine
lands. 8 Quick. Maggie! Put on your
hawl and come with me-" she cried. /
And tell Bridget to tell Mr.. RAYMOND
hat we have gone to mothers" And