New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-10-19

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one day come back to me!o
tsMy. dear, try to yourself,
said the more practical Judge. 81 tell
you that the machinery have set in
action cannot fail sooner or later to
discover his whereabouts. lisa mere
question of time. =
..Time- time" sighed the invalid.
And have SO little time left! Oh, my
boy-my son!'
Judge Emerson sat down, biting his
lips and contracting his brows mood
lily. For years the dearest object OF
his heart-that Of bringing this lost
son back to his home-had been frus-
trated; now he had just begun to
cherish a faint hope.
''Helen," he said, Charles was my
son also. loved him as dearly as
you can do. Only have patience, my
dear, all will be right
And this was the skeleton whose
bony ghastliness looked out from the
luxuriance of Judge Emerson's brown
stone mansion.
Meanwhile the two little children,
clinging closely to one another for
warmth, were sitting in the angle OF o
brick archWay where the moonlight
streamed in white and freezing on the
December night.
"Guido," said the little girl in soft
Italian accents, "what did the cross
man say to your"
"He told us to 60 away or he would
put us in prison." said the boy, an
swering in her own tongue. Frances
ca, are YOU very cOld?''
ooh, yes; very. Cannot we go home,
Guido"
'No" He shook his head resolute-
ly. "The woman said she would kill
us if we came back without money
and nobody would give me money.
Here's my coat, Francesca; it's thin
and ragged, but
He tied the sleeves around his little
sisters throat as he paused.
care you warm now?"
''No-but come close to me, Guido"
The two child-faces, white and pinch
ed, turned upward to the starry con-
cave OF heaven what q study they
would have been to the wiseacres
that believe that "whatever is, is
right" 49,. ..-..: ....$
."Guido. do you see that great,
bright star, like an eye Of gold? Is it
in heaven?" A..
"Isuppose So" said Guido, thought
fully. 3D.. -....... ~.
'Do you believe it is warm in heav-
en-, Guido?" ~. r.
1.-The priest says it is always sum-
mer there, Francesca 49,. .,...
ooh, l wish we were there! I am so
cold-so cold" @....-
"Don't cry, Francesca-the tears
are turning ice on your cheek. Come
closer, closer still. We can 60 to sleep,
and perhaps it will be warmer when
we wake up" .- ~. .-
And so, sweeter than the breath of
lotos islands, more soothing than the
ripple of golden waters over drowsy
sands, the fatal sleep came down upon
the two little ones close elapsed in
each others arms in the icy moon
light of the golden eye Of little Fran
cesca's ':great bright STAR watched
them with tireless light-one OF
heavens sentinels.
X x X B
81 think I've found the clew at last,
judge" e.
The shrewd-looking detective pulled
his fur collar over his crimson ears
with jerk as Judge Emerson walked
by his side through the foul, narrow
turning OF an obscure down town
street. --.5 -. y
"Mind, I don't hold out any hopes
for certain-I only say I think we're
on the right scent at last
elbow did you discover it?''
"Well, it was in one OF those emf
grant boarding-houses-this is the
very place" X T.
The officer walked upstairs and
through the dark entry, with the air
OF q man who was entirely accustomed
to this sort of place, and opened a
door at the end OF the passage.
''Don'trun away, Mother Hutchings
its only l." ~. .j....s
An old crone rose hurriedly from
her seat over a few SIN oldering Goals
rubbing her withered hands obsequi-
ously together. r....., 49,.
"I'm sure anything I could do, gen
tlemen-"- -. :.
81 want the effects belonging to
! Charles Elleringham Emerson, who
died November s, his passage out
from Palermo ..-T.
''Died on the passage QUIT"
The Judge grew pale and staggered
as il he had been shot to the heart.
"I've made a mistake" thought
the detective, who was apt to forget
that people ever had hearts. 81
should have prepared him.
The woman, apparently quite
aware that evasion and denial would
be alike Improbable, went to a mol
dy old mattress in the corner anG
fumbled beneath it, bringing out g
rudely tied parcel.
HThey came to me honestly; the
captain lett the children here, and the1
was to pay their expenses.
Cleft what children?"
{. "Mr. Emerson's
"Was there no mother?"
sThe Captain said she died in p aler
mo-"
/ The old woman had answered these
questions with subdued meekness
l but her eyes glittered as the detective