Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1884-01-31

winter evening had gathered, and two
big and two little faces were pressed
tight against the grimy top window of
| a house in a Westminster street, as a
cab drove up.
go and bring her upstairs, Clara," "
said Tom. Il can't 60 in my slippers. -
"Yes-but I'm so AFRAID of hers
All fears were obliged to disappear,
however, for the object Of them had
not waited to be brought up. She had
| inundated the landlady by the COM
manding voice in which she had de-
sired to be shown to the apartments OF
MIR. and Mrs. Thomas GreybrOok Craven;
and that fat and lazy person had pre-
ceded the strange lady rapidly up so
many flights that on reaching the
top land NC Miss Greybrook stood
! silent and stately. for she could not
speak. She waved the landlady down
again. just as the latter wanted to look
in and see what would happen next
Then Tom advanced, and his god
| mother kissed him first, then his wife.
Then, observing Bobby and BERTHE, she
grimly smiled. and remarked aloud, but
to herself, evidently:
"Children, of course!-bcing as poor
As church MICE"
Looking round the wretched room,
and shaking the three chairs, she chose
the least r.ckety. and sat down.
Pack up--haven't got much to pack
that can see. You must all come back
with me tonight
Tom Craven and his wife exchanged
glances. and at last Tom deferenrially
ventured to speak:
"You see. dear godmother, we've
need few things to make us presenta-
BILE at your house."
"Eh! what? My house is my own.
Come as you are.
The worst must be said, then! "But
please excuse such a state of matters,
but I've got no boots"
Miss Greybrook gasped, and stared
from one to the other
Boots! my gOdson without boots?
Here, Clara-that's your name, l be-
lieve-run out, child, and buy all you
need for everybody: and let us get out
of this place: can't breathe.
Away ran poor Clara, holding tie
fat purse Miss Greybrook pushed
into her hand, and all uncon-
scious what she carried in it. 1t felt
SO full, however, that she took a
cab and drove first to boot shop where
she purchased for her husband, her
children and herself Then came bio
overcoat for Tom. and wraps for the
little ones--and she told the cabman to
drive home fast. She had paid for her
purchases with gold, and bank notes
cracked as she closed the purse.
Miss Greybrook carried out her in
tention, and hustled them all off to the
station. The children slept all the way
in the comfortable first-class carriage.
1t was eleven o'clock when they drove
up to the door of the old lady's house,
and she grimly counted five heads in
nightcapS thrust out into the night air
from her neighbOr windows-amOngSt
them the Rector's with flannel rolled
round as extra protection.
Inside the house all was done in the
right way as soon as the word was
given.
"My godson, his wife and children
have come to live with me. Light
large fires in the two best rooms, and
get supper"
Three years had passed. Tom was
tlourishing in large firm in a seaport
town where his godmother's money
had bought him partnership. 1t was
only short daily railway journey to ;is
work, and he and his family were still
happy inmates of Miss Greybrook'
house. One day Clara accompanied
her husband to this seaport town; and
before taking leave of him at his otlic.
door, and proceeding to make the pur.
chase which was her ostensible reason
for bringing her bonnie face and fresh
streets, she waited while he went in fol
a book he wanted her TO change.
While she was standing outside, great
crowds of poor, respectable-iookino
people came in and passed on to large
room beyond. She was told they were
emigrants. just about to start for New
Zealand. She watched their faces with
kindly interest as young and old passed
by. and presently woman who seemed
old to be thinking of such a journey
dropped her purse just in front OF
Clara, who stopped to pick it up. In
returning it she saw what made her
stop the woman and eagerly question
her. Yes, it was her fellow ledger in
the old Westminster street, and VITA a
face of quiet happiness she told the
lady that 4 young son who had gone to
New Zealand three years before had
sent her money to Join him. dies
my only one, ma am, and was trouble
to me once, but praise God he's doing
we'll now!''
Then Clara in gentle tones wished
her well, and when her husband came
back to her she reminded him of the
events of that miserable night which
seemed so far--so very far off from the
prosperous to-day, and in a hushed and
reverent tone. she said:
"Thank God. Tom, we never had
that ESQ Reward" Minnie Doug
las, IN ArgOsy
How a Skater Was Rescued.
While the tn Ousands of skaters were
darling over the frozen surface of the
Schuylkin yesterday afternoon one