The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-07-24

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with sobs The car was well filled with
church folks who began Immediately 70 pelt
the officer with questions, which he answered
calmly and patiently, hugging the little one
up 10 bis side the while.
At Matron Webb's Miss Baby found
warm welcome. Three rows of blue arm
chairs and rockers constitute the strange
little human pound, where the stray babies
wait for some one 10 come and prove their
property With tear stained face washed and
her roll replaced 10y some automatically su-
CARED cake, the little one consented to trust
herself, her precious pennies and her daisies
10 tho arms of a much gilded and lowered
blue rocking chair They weren't nice,
warm, strong arms same as the policeman
had, but they had their good points. As soon
as she was settled bit Matron Webb smiled
on her one Of those motherly smiles that have
warmed the cookies OF 50 many little hearts
and asked her name.
The gray eyes looked at her very steadily
FOR q minute, then the lower part OF the in
tcTogaton point quivered little and she
answered.
Fanny
The voice was about as fine as q camGrio
needle and as large as a minute old robins
chirp but the matron heard it, and asked her
"other name" The ghost Of a baby smile
Strengthened ont the interrogation point and
Tho sweet thread Of a voice was full size
larger as 1t answered
"Duckem"
This was all the information that could be
gained, for indeed it vas probably all the
mere baby knew She sat obediently ia her
. Off
an hours waiting, the door opened sharply
and nice looking young fellow OF 10 or ~
came tumbling in, white and excited. Up
flew the little fat arms, away went the pen
MES and the posies, "Oh, Duckeml cried Il
manly voice, and Duckem was close in her
big brothers arms. She was so glad that her
shyness all went away at once and she gra-
ciously let everybody who wanted TO kiss her
good-by. Little Fanny DAILY, OF West
Twenty-ninth street, was thus lost and found.
But this dear little girl was not the only
Sucst that the matron was entertaining last
Sunday night 1t was not very much OF
day for lost babies for there had not been 81
much as a procession or a hand organ out to
tempt them away, but, all the same, seven
teen small pilgrims in pinafores and jackets
driftcd in and out, before and after
Quicken came and went Next to
"Duckem,n the baby Of this group Of young
sters, was burly, splendid boy about
years and half old, just the sort Of boy 70
suit the name he gave, Phil Phil gave
tho yiry young cop "a he called him. VINO
brought him in a lively tustlc; bat 40 one
who could see the poor little beggar flat On
his face before the door begging and scream
Inc TO bc taken TO his "mOth--ther could
blame him for the rumpus he was making
40 cakes, nor candies, nor Tine words could
butter poor little Pills parsnips that night,
and he sobbcd and cried MS If his manly little
heart would break until his mother appeared
She came in half hour later, thlu. tidy
looking woman, with flushed face and
shawl hastily wrapped around ner, almost
beside herself with fear
ION. Phil my darlin', why aid ye run
away from your moiherf Oh, sure, me boy,
it's the dreadful terror you've given me this
day, thinking I'd never be seeing you again,
aud the mother OF eight children that never
had one OF them run away from the steps on
which put EN- before Where was IL ye
were, spalpeen"
Phi left home on East seventy fourth
street at 10 O'Clock in the morning and at
o'clock was picked up at the foot OF fark
place Seven good miles ii 1t was an inch,
and Phil not three years old TIL September
comes Small wonder his NANNY picked
him up in her willing arms and carried him
OFF folded close to her mothers heart.
The little wanderer was scarce on his way
home when good looking man burst into
the room. He sprang toward the triple row
OF chairs without speaking and then with
groan turned away. As he turned his eye
fell on "a tattered sailor hat, with long
blue ribbon ON 1t, lying on the table
That's his hat" he cried Where's
Jackf' Matron Webb pointed 10 the white
bed in the corner Master Jack had sat IA his
chair as long as he could and then had calmly
gotten up laid his hat on the table ana gone
to bed It'll daddy comes Ia moment
there was the greatest hulabaloo in the cor
ner that one could imagine The sight of his
daddy put all Jacks philosophy out OF his
mind and lie cried like u good one His
father blinked few times over the boys
shoulder and held HIM very tight, but not a
word did he say until he got his boy out IN
the hail Then lac broke into sob.
"Oh, my little son, thought you'd gone
for good" and then they both wont OFT TO
mamma"
These three youngsters and cEe other gN
all the kisses there were given. Not one Of
the eighteen were scoldcd, but fourteen Of
them were greeted in manner that spoke
more or less of shattered confidence.
Tho young mothers and fathers are the
ones who take it hard, particularly If they
are strangers and foreigners For instance,
the fourth baby last Sunday night who got a
kissing was a little dark haired, dark eyed
girl in a white frock, with small blue
enamelled earrings in her ears. Her mother
was a mere child, a slender Polish girl with
a shawl over her head and her big eyes
swimming with tears She had young lad
with her as interpreter, but she was TOO
much excited 20 wait for him, and she flew
from ono chair 10 the other, wringing her
hands and chattering like a maybe Mrs.
Webb happened to remember the little one
on tho bed with the earrings IN ner ears, and
tnquiringy touched her own cars as quCs-
tion. The little mother flew 20 the corner,
and in u moment wac staggering about with
her big giii in the arms that ought still 10 be
tending dolls. She kissed and cited over her
baby for five minutes before she could make