Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-04-03

bad come, bearing the baby. the innocent
e.uss Of the ruuult, with me What could l
do with il. A. | rushed headlong down ths
street rscked nv brains in vain TO think OF
the location Of foundEng asylum Thers
was no river near into which could pitch
il A sudden impulse srized me ~ knock rs
head against a stone, and throw 1t over .
wall Ny innate pity checked my madness
would lay It on the low stop OF one OF the
houses, and run of as fast as could. No, .
biz policeman just then doomed up In the dis
tance. He would see me, give chase l would
be captured, hauled up before the police
courts for desertion il would all get into the
papers, my reputation, my business would he
ruined How the reporters, those soulie=s
vultures. would gioat over my unfortunate
presirameut With what hendish avidity
they would run over all the town TO
gather up every scrap Of my past history,
how came by the mysterious habv Strange
" enough the idea that soinebouy would find
out where the baby belonged gave me .
sense Of relief during these distracting
thoughts.
The policeman approached be seemed to
be KIND looking Parsonage determined
tol throw myself On his mercy and implors
his protection When | met him. | stopped
and told hun my story with fear and treca-
bling. Hi listened with interest, and was
moved with compassion, but whether toward
INC or toward the baby could not determine
He suggested taking II To the sid; ION house,
which We did and there We left the trouble
some little intruder, mentally wishing it
might he committed fer dl>or,er.y conduct
aud disturbing the peace.
| rushed back home only to find the door
locked in my face. rang the bell violently
Arabella opened a window, looked out, and
seeing HE, disialned to answer drew her head
in and closed the blind with bang. | rang
again and called to them to let NE in A voice
ilside-it was Arabella's-informed me, in
no uncertain tone, that couldn't come in
till they got ready to leave"
Louisa is going home with me tonight,
and leave the house to you and your friends
forever"
She said this very tragically, with an idea
Of stirring NE to abject contrltion-
There was no help for it. had to wait till
they were ready to depart and 1t took them
an unreasonably long time to get themselves
ready to leave Suddenly the door opened
and Arabella came out. accompanied by my
wife, deeply veiled seized Louisa by the
arm and said This foolishness has got to
stop You are not going to leave this holss
oh, no doubt you can explain it all per-
fectly satisfactorily to yourself" said Ara
bella sneerinsiy
would not notice her, but sisoke to my
wife, who began to weep Al this moment
some one rushed up the steps TO where we
were standing, and decidedly Hiberuian
voice frantlcally began to asa w here's me
babby! where's me babbyl Faith and 'e's
locked up in the sthore, . is, e is An Dim
most kilt entoirely Oi am being that scaret
that Olive run iv'ry step o. Their way, an Oh
isn't tuck er BIRTH er wind since lift Their
sthore with me poor little Micky locked up
in it, an 'es kilt dead entoirely may Their
Vargin protect i'm"
1t was Mrs Bridget Mulhaly one of my
tenants, very worthy woman. 1t appeared
that she had called at the Office soon after
Arabella and Louisa had gone to settle for
her months rent, which she always paid
promptly | being out, she had left her young
baby in the office till she went out TO do some
marketing Being detained she did not re-
turn till after had closed the Office | told
her where sine could find young "Alicky," and
sLe departed with many EXPLANATIONS of Joy
Louisa threw herself in my arms and wopt
immoderately, while Arabella maintained a
digniiied silence experienced all Immense
relief ami was the first to speak:
"Arabeila," said, who is Topsyr
''Topsyt Why, Topsy is my dosl"
"Je-rusaleml l thought Topsy was the
babylr-C. R Hardy in Detroit Free Press