Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1883-11-29

The little village of c. is situated
eighteen miles from Boston. Quite
a number of years ago there went
through its quiet streets and into the
houses the cry: "a child Is lost. lost
lostr' Yes, little Johnny, four years
old, had disappeared from that part OF
the face of the earth. There is so mucr
room and there are so many places
how children and things will sometimes
vanish from sight! One so young as
the boy Just named could not have
strayed far away. But, "Oh! where Is
he? where is he?' was the wall wrun9
from out the hearts of the family.
Now it is to be remembered that nc
tramps were ever seen around IN thas
quarter. If so. one such vagabOnC
might have caught up darling. small
fellow when he was out at play short
distance from the door, and clappe0
him under his tunic in order to sell him
back to his parents in few days. il
such piece of traffic could be effected.
If such thought was born IN the
minds Of the afflicted household or o.
the neighbors, it was born to die the
same instant. Again. bears and WOODS
were no more in that region. The
wells. the wells! All the people OF
c. looked into their holes in the
ground made for holding water. Nobody
was hid away there. 1t was not the
custom of Johnny to put the cat IN the
well, neither bad he on this OCCASION
dropped in there himself.
Sometimes, on board of ship ut sea.
the shout goes up: "A man OverbOard'',
There he is, plain to be seen, struggling
in the slippery waters and buiierns
with the hungry waves. There IS nc
doubt where he is. So, as quick rs
flash, or before many flashes could oc'
cur, the boat is lowered and pushed TIC
the tumbline ocean waves where the
man overheard is. But how different
| is the case of the lost baby in the VII
lace of c.! A dreadful uncertainty
overhangs his whereabouts. Whittier
shall the runners run? There is hurry
inc to and fro that all ends in nothing
Though scores of anxious voices cal
again and again. no answer comes back
any more than if Johnny were at the
bottom of fifty-barrel cistern OF water.
or were whisked off by a tornado te
Nova Scotia.
There is story in aschoolbook, usec
fifty years ago, of little child restoreo
to her distressed mother by the aid OF
dog. His master, an old Indian, hap
pened along under similar circum'
stances to those connected with this
true incident. The Indian called fo'
the shoes which the child had last worn.
He then put the leather trOtters in con-
tact with the dogs nose. That was
enough. He took the scent and followed
the steps of the little wanderer to the
other end of the line of pursuit. Bu'
perhaps Johnny had no other shoes thar
those then on his feet So, in that case
all the dogs and Indians in Amarlcs
could not help the searchers.
Well, was Johnny ever found in the
land of the living? Yes, that terrible
commotion in the streets, like every
thing else, came to an end with the hap
DIV discovery of the curly-headed, dim
ple-cheeked four-year-old. While lam
ily and friends were looking all about
the neighborhood, in pig-pens, stable
cistern and well-were peeping into
every corner of his home especially tbt
preserve closely, making sure that d.
was not curled up in the rocking-chalr
nor on the capacious sofa-Johnny lay
fast aleep under the sofa, where ne was
found Christian Union.