Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-09-14
A Thrilling Adventure in Phillips
County.
The Story Of the Lost Child.

ing to citizens OF this county was
published in the Worker And Ear
pOsitOT, a religious journal, but has
never been printed In a Kansas paper
The writer is a subscriber to the Her
AID, a reliable Quaker citizen Of this
county still residing here, and we
take pleasure in laying before our
readers the following true narrative.
EDITOR HERALD.)
Editor Christian Worker:
Dear Friend Il want to tell in
the pages of the Worker the wonder
full dealings of our Fathers hand
with us and our little one We live
on the northern line of Western Kan
sas, seven miles from Republican
City, Neb., which is our postofice.
The country is rather rough prairie,
thinly settled, averaging, perhaps,
two families to each mile square.
Tenth month 9TH found US all we'll
and happy as usual Our little Brin-
ton Darlington, twenty months old,
seemed more than usually gay and
playful, and while his mother went to
call on some afflicted neighbOrs, he
was playing peep with me at a win
dow of a building in which I was
making syrup, while our boys were
hauling and grinding cane close by;
and the sisters were at the house a
few rods away.
About 10 a. N. he left me, I sup
posed to go to the house; but when
we gathered at the dinner table his
mother, who had returned and who
had been told that Brinton was with
his father, inquired for her darling.
Then leaving the dinner untasted on
the table we commenced a long sad
search. Every spot on the premises
was searched in yam, and as the anx-
ious minutes heightened into hours,
kind neighbors got the word and
oined in the sad task. But at last
the darkness of a bleak, frosty Octo-
Der night settled round US without a
trace of our darling.
More neighbors came, and with
lanterns we went over the prairies
and through the draws shallow ra-
vines without water) looking among
the high grass and in every hole, and
listening with breathless silence hop
ing to hear his faint cry; and as the
north wind made US shiver, warmly
wrapped as we were in our Overcoats,
sickening fear chilled our hearts, and
all united in the opinion that no IN
protected child could live till morn
ing. Next day, with teams, on horse
back and on foot, the people gathered
from every direction, and from miles
around
A circle hunt on horseback was or
ganized and a kind-hearted stranger
to us, who was on his way to court
under a supoena to appear that morn
ing, consented to act as captain. All
day long others continued to arrive,
and all the country that it was be-
ieved his little feet could reach was
searched But again might came
without a trace, and we could only
say with a desolate one Of old, '.And
one is not" Doyou know a parents
feeling? Can you measure the an
guish of our hearts? But one won
derous truth bore US up, The eternal
God is thy refuge, and underneath
are the everlasting arms" AS we
had gathered, a weeping circle round
our family altar, we had read, weep
ing may endure for a night but JOY
cOmeth In the morning" and when
we looked away from outward ap-
pearances it still seemed to US that
we should see our precious babe still
alive.
The morning Of the third day rose
bright and clear, but every spot
looked to US a grave. Friends had
staid with US through the night, and
soon sympathizing ones from miles
away, with our more immediate neigh
bOrs resumed the fruitless search.
There were two prevalent opinions
some were sure he had been carried
away by wolves and a company
started to examine some wolf dens
Others thought he had been stolen
by travellers, and one brother went to
follow a covered wagon that had
been seen passing the day he was lost.
AT 10 a m, about forty-eight hours
from the time he was last seen, I with
the larger mart Of the eomnapv were