St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-02-13
THE WORLD OVER.
A True Story About a Little Boy,
and One About Dog.

New York World.
Here are two stories One about lit
tie boy, one about dog. See if any of
you have such powers of observation as.
either of them.
The little boy was not five years of
age. He had been brought up in army
posts and had never been in town at all
until he came to live there. He had
been in New York four, five or perhaps
six weeks. One Sunday after church,
and visit to his grandmothers. he was
lost. His father had gone into drug
store on the corner of Fourth avenue
and Twenty-ninth street, calling to the
boy to wait, land supposing he had heard.
But the boy was deep In thought over a
birthday party an aunt had promised
and walked on, never paying
heed. When the father came
out of the drug store, some ten minutes
after, the boy had gone. The father
ran back to the great-grandmother's for
him. He was not there. Then the.
father and the aunt and all the maids
ran about the streets trying to find the
boy. Policemen were notified by dis
patches sent to every station. The
mother, who was at friends came out
to hunt. II am worried" she said, "be-
cause Eve told him if he was lost to 20
to policeman and give the number of
the house, and he hasn't done 1t, so |
know he's been stolen" The last place
in the world they all thought OF looking
for him was at the boys own home. But
there II was, at any rate, way down on
Seventeenth street, between Fifth and
Sixth avenues, that he was found, OF
rather found himself because when he
rang the bell he said: PPM lost, and
there's nobody here to take care of me-"
OF course there was nobody there. They
had all gone to church, and afterwards
stopped to look for him.
Now, how did he find his way there
all that distance, he a boy not five years
old, who had never lived in the city?
He told his mother he knew he was lost
because he did not see his father, and
then he cried, thinking of Dinah his
nurse. And then he thought he wouldn't
cry, but run very fast, and he saw some
policemen and was going to tell them,
but then he thought he knew the way,
and ran faster still. He kept seeing
things he had seen before and Re
walked on. Finally he saw two gilt
things, he said-those were towers on
Sixth avenue store. and he remembered
those and went that way and then
everything seemed strange. He had
gone too far, so he turned back and
finally got to his own door. with no
body to take care of me-" as he kept
saying over and over to his mother. as
| if he mad not been taking care of him
self all that time! He had power of OBJ
servation, you see.
Now here is the story about the dog.
He lived in Virginia and loved to 60 to
church. Every Sunday morning he
went, and every Thursday evening. But
by and by his master feared the congre-
CATION might be annoyed, and so he said
one Sunday night to his wife: Max
must not go again. Well have to lock
him up next time" On Wednesday the
PresbyterianS had church; the bells
rang before service to give people time
to come. Max paid no attention, but
hung around the house as usual. But
when the bells for the Episcopal
church rang on Thursday night Max
had disappeared, and the husband and
wife had to go without finding him and
locking him up. But Max! Where do
you suppose he had gone? Straight to
church by himself, and straight to his
own pew, and there he sat wagging his
tail when his master and mistress came
in. And his master Ssid afterwards.
that if he was such god Episcopaian
as to know his own cp arch bell when it
rang, he thought he qkMht to be allowed
to go to church, ant % Max always
went.
know this story IT, Do true because
my mother told me. And the other
story about the boy is true, because l
know the boy myself, and helped to try
and find him.