The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-08-10

gOOo.Dyo 70 Tom, Wn0 was DOW cunning himeol1 on the front doorstep, he started of on his pro- posed excursion.
 Jim lived with his mother in little cottage very near to the city's western edge, and really he would have lees than . mile to go before coming to c considerable tract of unsettled country land that had been vacated for farming purposes, and whose held 1t idle for the purpose of selling 1t out in acre tracts or for subdivision into city lots. This was called the prairie, and towards which Jim now bent his steps In the hope of fnd- ing some wild flowers.
 It was well along towards evening, and Mrs. Bowes, Jim's mother, having finished 6 hard days work roning, was sitting on the steps chatting with neighbor, Mrs. Garrity, kind hearted Irish woman next door.
 "Wheres Jimmy to-day, Mrs Bowes7 Sure it's nary & sight of his blisscd face Pve seen at all at all"
 "He went to the prairie this morning to sec If he could find some flowers. It's time now he was back. Some way I begin to feel uneasy about him."
 "Och, be aisy, Mrs. Bowes; sure it's no harm could come to Jimmy an SO close to home too Merciful hivins Whats this?" Even as she spoke both women had jumped to their feet The cause of Mrs. Garrity's exclamation had been the sharp clAng, clang of the gong the patrol wagon which had been sounded 10 disperse a crowd Of children In the streets and the next instant it had pulled up and stopped in front of Mrs. Bowes' cottage.
 70, my God ]" shrieked the mother, "Jimmy, my boy, has been killed and they're bringing him home to me dead" As she uttered these words she fell in a swoon at Mrs Garrity's feet.
 It was too true. Four stalwart, blue-coated officers tendery carried the body into the little front parlor and laid 1t on the lounge.
 Poor little Jim at rest. His face wore a wonderful peacefully look, and still one of his hands cutched 6 small bunch of daisies and violets "He was struck by the care, num-" said one of the officers in reply to Mrs. Garrity's question as to how it happened. "It seems the poor little fe. Ter 6 crossin' of the tracks down beyant Rock wei street, an somehow ne mus have fell on the track anyhow, freight train that was backin' up hit him. Poor boy, he had the flowers in his hand when we picked him up. The coroner will be here directly an' then when the inquest is held we'll know how 1t happened"
 "Well," rejoined the warm hearted woman as she wiped the tears from her eyes, "its hard on the poor mother, but little Jim is better off now 'an he was before, sor. He always peared to be SO lone like and chafed and fretted so for the reason he was not like other boys But Pm sure he's gone where the angels are, and it's good they I'll take of poor little boy like him."
 That night in the dusk of the evening the load of merry children, returning from their picnic cursion, laughed and shouted, still full of life and merriment. But as they passed Jims home there was no little form on the fence to watch them go by or to gaze after them with eager, wistfol eyes ths pleaded for sympathy and that contained in their expressive depths the yearnings of human soul now gone to that realm where love and happiness abide with all who dwell therein forever more.. Ed R Pritch0rd
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