The Arizona sentinel., 1888-05-19
THE BINGS' BABY.
The Fathers Mission, and How
 He Accomplished It.

lie AccOmpnSheQ It.
 There is nothing to arouse any especial sentiment of sympathy or re- gard in the prosaic Dame of Bings. but the poor things themselves. Gas sius Bings. and his shrinking, fright ened wife 'Stashy, were enough to melt heart of stone. as they stood in the police station three days before Easter, making inquiries and telling, in gasping sentences, the story of their babv's disappearance. Their little Billy had been intrusted to a neighbor's child, while Mrs. Bings was devoting her whole mind to fry ing the doughnuts, just 10 that turn of rich brown which met approval in her Cassius' eyes.
 Respectable people. living in a quiet cross street, where nothing ever happened out of the common way, they had not thought it at all impru- dent to leave the boy with his little playfellow, Sarah Moseley. a girl of twelve years, for an hour.
 Fond as they were of their little two-year-old tot, in a asimple, parental way, neither Anastasia nor her Cas- sius had ever thought that their baby was any more comedy, in purely physical way, than any of the seven children belonging to the Moseleys the Gibbs, or the other families to whom Pembroke square was a com mon playground. But passers through that by-way had often enough noted the fluffy gold of the little head. and the deep, swimming blue of Billy's baby eyes, with their long, dark firing ing lashes. A child who seemed, by his amazing beauty, to be born to cambric velvet instead of the cheap, but spotless, gingham 'tyers" in which his mother uniformly dressed him.
 So now, when questioned, poor, sobbing Stashy could only reiterate her belief that "Bings had not an enemy in the world as would uv stole the baby" and every body she knew had been ''that kind'' that she couldn't have the heart to sus- pect lem. And who could have the heart to take him when he hadn't so much as a-- nothin'-to keep him warm, except as he was runnin' about in the sun with Sarah" Something about the deli cacy of the simple little woman's form and the deep blue of the eyes. which she turned appealingly to the station master, suggested to his experience, notwithstanding Bings' square, En- glish build. and stubbly, sandy hair, that their child might have had mer- chantable kind of prettiness that would account for his theft. Some in- quiry confirmed this thought aud when a man with red neckerchief and woman with a green shawl were reported to have been seen watching the children at play 'fn the square, about the time Billy disappeared. detective was at once set on their track.
 So accurate was the clew that with out much difficulty, the couple were traced to the Boston & Albany depot with sleeping child, which, in reply to some question, the woman had said was sick Here they seemed to have separated, as no such group of three could be heard of as entering or Ieav- ing any train, and the off cers report ed as much to the father.
 Cassius was slow-moving man in most emergencies of life and not at all the clay of which we mould our ideal heroes. But love in any honest heart may transmute to something precious the meanest metal, and so, as Cassius held the helpless, weeping mother of his little Billy in his sturdy arms. he took a most heroic resolve.
 Quietly as he did most of his tasks, he told 'Stashy that he was going to New York himself to find little Billy. He didn't say to look for him. He just patted her soft hair gently with his hard working hand and said: Don't cry any more, Stashy, Pm going to New York and find the baby, and we'll have him here to see the Easter flow CTS we talked aboutr'
 But Cassius, said the practical little wife, you have not the money, and if you wait to earn it. Billy will be lost"
 Never mind the money, 'Stashy, l know where to get it" and with this off-hand reply 'Stashy was content, and watched her husband step bravely away to the rescue.
 But, unhappily, Bings was not so sure as he pretended. and when he reached the depot knew no more how 10 reach New York than did Stashy; since his assurance of pecuniary re- sources was a fiction to reassure his wife. Go he must and find Billy. for be hal promised StashY. He watched