St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-10-30
THOUGH THEY LIVED NEAR.
Motherless, She Grew Up in
the House Of the Good
Shepherd.
THEY HAVE COME TOGETHER
Through the Efforts Of Ser
geant Horn, of the Central
Division.

Sergeant Frank Horn. of the centra
police station. was on his way home to
dinner. yesterday when just as he ap.
preached the Seven corners his eyes
and kindly ones they are-perceived
young girl walking toward him with
hurried steps. She was pretty girl. so
the sergeant said afterwards, with dark.
wavy hair. soft, brown eyes. and a
modest, refined cOuntenaEce. The ser
geant also ~noted-f0r his eyes are as
keen as kind-how becoming to the girl
even her plain attire seemed. devoid as
it was of a single ornament or flourish
of fashion. IA sweet girl" the ser.
geant was thinking. when suddenly the
subject OF his thoughts Interrupted
them. The sergeant halted. and looked
down into the girls face, as she said:
II beg your pardon, sir. bit do you
know if there is man on the police
force named Bradway%
The sergeant thought for a moment.
and answered. mo, miss, there is no.
body of that name on the force"
A look of such keen disappointment
Sergeant Horn was moved to inquire:
sWho is it you are looking for?"
"My father" answered the girl.
'sYour father?"
Eyes. l have not seen him for thir-
teen years. Whe was only four years
old he took me to the House of the
Good Shepherd in Minneapolis and lief:
me there. and have never seen him
since. You see, my mother was dead,
and suppose father put me there be-
cause he thought that the sisters could
take care Of me and teach me better
than he could, for - was a working
man. and had my two brothers and sis
ter to take care of. after l had grown
up. people told me that father was
policeman IN st. Paul. A few months
ago left the House of the Good Shep.
herd. went to work for awhile at the
house of Mr.. Graham, in Minneapolis.
But had made up my mind to find my
father. so l came here today to see if
could"
Sergeant Horns sympathetic nature
was stirred By the girls pathetic story,
and he resolved to assist her. So he
called the officer on the beat, and in.
structed him to take the girl down to
the central station, where he would see
her after dinner. and do what he could
for her.
The sergeant consumed his dinner
with unaccustomed CELEBRITY. and soon
after appeared at the central station and
resumed his conversation with the girl.
Asked for her name. she answered:
"Mary Bradway."
Sergeant Horn grasped the city di-
rectOry. turned to the BIS, and ran his
finger down the column until 1t stopped
at the name. ''Andrew Broadway, watch
man, resides Park avenue. southwest
corner Pennsylvania avenue"
What is your fathers first name?'
asked the sergeant.
ssAndrew,,, Answered Mary.
"Then here he is" announced the
sergeant, as he pointed out the name to
Mary. The girls eyes shone with pleas
ure and gratitude as she looked into the
Sergeants smiling cOuntenance.
10 make long story short, the SER
geant instructed Officer Rosenow to
conduct Mary to her fathers residence.
When they arrived at the house, which
is small one-story dwelling adjoining
an asphalt factory, there was no one at
home save Mary's little brother, lad
of thirteen years, whom Mary did not
remember Of ever having seen. She
learned from the boy that her father
was working in Mlnneapolis-the very
city in which she hau spent nearly all
her life.
Rasidos her vounpar hrother Marv
has sister, Annie, a girl of six
teen, who is in the employ of Finch,
Van Slyck & Co., and an older brother,
Andrew. who is packer. Annie boards
at 500 Park avenue, about four blocks
from the honse of her father.
Sergeant Horn ate his supper leisure
ly last evening. and possibly his dreams
were frightened by visions of the
sweet-faced child-for she was but.
child to the scrgeant-who appealed to
him to find her father