Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-23

and made inquiries at the corner grocer
where she bought slice of ham; but n
one knew the child. 1t was growing lat
too, and Becky could not leave it to Il
fate.
"Ill take it home, and tomorrow fin
its folks" she said.
So,when the cobbler and his children sa
the door open at last, there entered by
not only their mother and a basket. but
baby also.
new baby came frequently to ths
establishment; and the children. in thej
juvenile view of such matters, opined tina
they had another little sister.
sit is poor lost child" said Becky.
Pm going to keep it tonight. 1t
parents are poorer than we are f.; you ca,
see that by its bare feet and only on
little frock. poor thing! Now hold he,
Nick, while cook supper. I didn't beg il
Nick-so don't fret.
And then keeping her ring-fnger out O
sight, Becky fried the ham, and made tn,
| gravy, and cut bread, and sent for two
cents worth OF milk-which judiciously
diluted. made a quart of, milk and water
and tried to be very cheerful.
The lost child cried, but Becky fed it anG
soon coaxed it to talk: then came a stor,
of nasty woman and blue dress.
The youngster, who had chewed the red
kid, acted as interpreter. Soon, it was dis
Covered that some person described as
nasty, had taken away the chiid's blue dress
and other garments, and had whipped
her.
Becky listened intently.
THAT dress was blue, Nick" she cried,
Il knew 'twant hers tipsy, ragged WON
an; and folks that own them don't come
pawning. I
Then she paused-the secret was ont.
Nicks eye had glanced toward her wedding
ring, and back again in her face.
"Oh, Becky he cried, Becky, we didn't
think
Becky flushed scarlet.
Il didn't mean to teIl," she said. s'but now
it's out; I'm married all the same, thank
God. 1t was at the pawn shop I saw the
blue dress. And she told them of the
woman whom she watched, and of her
suspicious. The child has been stolen.
Nick" she said. It's genteel child Won
can see; and if We can find its name out.
we may save some one trouble we've never
had. Think of some one of ours being
gone all night, Nick
The baby's name seemed to be Minnie
Smith-though M. s. might be anything
else; and putting the children to bed all in
row, like the little Ogres in fairy tales,
save that they had no crowns on, Nick
and his wife started off to the pawnbroker.
The man was good natured, and looked
at the garments. They were marked M. S.
I'm right then,' said Becky. s'They are
e C ,ila's and they have been stolen.'
Aud if we can find the poor mother.
we'll save L. ore than any but mother can
ELL"
"But think of the Smiths" said tho
There's thousands of 'em."
''And thousands" said Becky. "But those
men-the police-they may know"
And out went Nick and Becky to ques-
ton the guardians of the night, until at
last, despairing of an answer, they were
turning homeward, when blaze of light
from an open door fell over them, and
they saw on the steps weeping woman
and tall handsome man.
"Hush, we will find her if she is alive.n
said the man.
Nick and Becky, gave a sort of little
cheer in union.
Its them, Beck; them certain and sure.
Oh, man, if your name is Smith and you've
lost little girl, we've found her."
And than the cobbler and his wife were
ponnced upon and the story told.
In half an hour the six little Ogres with
out crowns we're aroused from their slum-
bers by an arrival in their midst, and tho
odd baby was taken out, to. their distress
and CONSERVATION for they had counted on
keeping hSf
And Nick and Beck forgot their own
troubles in the parents Joy. And Nick
said it was like play.
And so it was-one with happy ending
for what should the lady do but to beg
and pray Becky to tell her what she would
like best, and Becky confessed that to have
her wedding ring back was the hope of her
life; and this led to the cause of its pawn
ing, and all the dark hours ended and day
broke; and there was food and fire. and a
Christmas dinner that made them all for
get they had ever been hungry; and it hap
pened that baby Minnie's father needed
just such An honest man to work as poor
Nick was. and gave the place to the cob
bier; and FRI m that day there was enough
and to spare in the little home because of
the simple goodness shown to baby Min
ME.
so it's never time thrown away to do a
kindness to any one" says Becky, often;
"for somehow you are always rewarded TO,
it. If I'd left tho little beggar's child, as
I thought in the street, and never stopped
to care for it-as might have done in
such trouble-where would Nick have been
and the children of te.nights Not that I
did anything but what Christian ought,
but see how we are paid for it."
LOUISE MICHEL AT HOME.
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