Smyrna times., 1894-08-08
The Editors Baby.
BY ELSIE C. SUMMER.


paternal pride was such that occasion |
ally took charge of. him in the absence
of his nurse. My pride in the boy con-
tinued until he began to crawl about.
Then l objected to so much movement
in my study; but Maggie, my wife,
told me little life could with advan-
tage be introduced into the pages of
the review | edited-an old established
publication on which had been all my
life, having worked my way from the
position of devil" to that of editor;
and Robin did indeed sometime make
my language more vigorous.
One day was writing a review of
story and was so occupied that did not
notice the lapse of time; and, when my
wife entered and asked what l had
done with Robin, I stared in astonish-
ment.
"Robin !'' roared, "Go away, wo-
man, and don't intrude !"
mo, but, John, do listenl l want
Robin"
"Well, he isn't here. He has not
been in the room this morning.
"YOu are talking nonsense!" she
said, quietly. II put him in here two
| u
noise. What have you done with him?
I was engaged with the story | was
reviewing, and my thoughts were a
blank.
Done with him ?" l asked vaguely.
"Good heavens. do you see him any
where? Is ne in the room? | tell you
| have not seen the child all the morn
ing"
For answer Maggie began to cry and
wiring her hands
"Oh, Robin, Robin! He is lost
What shall do? 1t is all your fault,
John; you should have looked after
him !"
The boy was certainly not in the
studyi aud Maggie's distress caused me
some anxiety. ! rose hastily.
HE is not here, certainly; but he
may be in the nursery. Go and look
for him there"
"He is not there !" Maggie sobbed
"The rooms have all been thoroughly
searched, but the front door has beer
open the whole morning. He mus
have crept into the street. He is los
run over-killed !" she gasped; and
at her words the instinct of her fatheI
overcame that of the editor.
Robin run Over-killed! A visioI
came before me of my little son, will
his merry blue eyes, his toused yellow
hair, his little dimpled limbs, his tot
tering feet Oh, Heaven-killed Th
. perspiratiOn broke out on my forehead
and staggered to the door.
81 will find him ~ l said hoarsely
HE could not come to any harmi b
can't have gone very far. Don't cry
\ Maggie; I'll bring him back safelyw
| snatched up my hat and hurrie
down the passage, nearly colliding 9
the front door with Roberts, the sui
editor, and his wife. Roberts himse
was very pale.
"Is-have yOu-is Robin at home ?
, he stammered.
NO." I shouted, "we've lost hin
u Do you know
stopped then, for Mrs. Roberts ha
begun to cry, and could not finish th
sentence.
= 81 think you Will find him at Ii
police station" Roberts said, quietl.
"My wife will sit with Mrs. HendI
q while we CO."
= There was something in his tor
which kept me from running in to te
Maggie that Robin was all right,
"You will go in and tell her ?"
whispered to Mrs. Roberts; and then
), followed my ''sub" down the street.
When we were out of sight of Il
house, clutohed his arm.
j. "What is itP Is he hurt? Tell q
the worst"
ut is Robin" he said hoarsel
~ "They sent to the office just now
you. They have taken him to the P
lice station"
q "Dead ?" asked.
HE couldn't have felt anythir
dear little chapv' Roberts said.
He was quite upset; but l did n
CE wonder at that, for, having no child
ere his own, he had always made much
i'e Robin.
- "It was q carriage accident" he &C
n tinued. II passed just after it hs
n pened. They were picking him up
saw the yellow curls, but l had
ii thought of Robin, and being in hun
Sll couldn't stop. They told me he "
dead. And just now Mcbride sent
say that they had taken him to {
station, and that they thought it "
Mr.. Hendry's boy. l did not wait
Dan particulars-just hurried off to you.
ith l walked beside Roberts, my f
s0,- keeping time to the words "Rol
de. kiIled-Robin killed !"
on Robin dead little Robin His bl
lRee. Ret eyes closed oh, Robinl / KIN
ear then how loved the boy.
=, And his mother! But 1 could
ira. think of her. l walked on as if il
dream, and Roberts did not break
and silence.
2. 1t was a long way to the police 6
nOn oml ton; and, when l reached the dc
some men were posting a bill on
N, notice board outside.
L. BODY FoUND-"Boy, about
years old; blue eyes, s,curly yellow ha
I. d. / could not read more, and stagge
forward. Mcbride met me in the p
age.
lie, "Ay, Mr.. Hendryl Step into /
= room, sir. They brought him in
- hour ago, but we couldn't tell he
- yours. You'll find him in there,
no and I'll be with you in a minute
NM The brisk tones Jared on me, al
w hesitated before entering the room
which Mcbride pointed. Then, 81
mOning all my resolution, l opened
door.
&C A glance was sufficient to show
that Robin was there, and Rob
linked his arm in mine and led me
ward to the table. 1t was in q COZ
ele- of the room, and the boy was lynn
a folded coat, his head raised on
other. / blessed the kind heart
had spared me the sight of r
stretched out for the grave. II