The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-07-26
LOST AND FOUND.
a Bit of Romance from the PARIS
ian BouIevardS.

Mrs. Van Altine was saunterlng
leisurelv down one of the bouleVaros
in Paris. 1t was lovely spring morn
ing; the air was crisp and verdure
fresh and inviting-just the kind of
dav for a stroll, and so the American
woman had dsdained her fashionable
eouipage. She had walked all the way
from her neat and artistic temporary
abiding-place in the American colony
to the shopping district, had purchased
sundry trifes and looked at thousands
of articles she had not bought; had
fascinated a number of clerks by her
dash and brilliancy until they were
ready to display for her especial ben
eft the wealth of the world in femi-
nine odds and ends, and now she was
making her way hOmeward, care free,
and happily conscious that many Gov
ert chances were cast at her stylish
figure At sixteen she was charming
girl; at twenty-siX a beautiful wife and
hostess: at, well, say thirty-an ire
sistible widow, perfectly satisfied to
saunter all by herself along what re-
manned of life's floral pathway. With
ID
she regarded the future with com
placency and the past with resigna-
ton. Not that anything very tragic
was interviewer among the yesterdays.
Existence had flowed smoothly enough
"a broken engagement, a heart wrung
for time, a trip abroad, wealthy
sutton, fashionable wedding,
pleasing honeymoon, series of social
triumphs, the demise of her better
half, brief period for mourning, and
the comfortable present. She was
childless, but she had many friends.
1t is true that some times something
like pang came to her when her mind
reverted to children, and she told her
self that possibly little one would
not be at all in the way. but, on the
contrary, might give sweet solace to
the few lonely moments which came to
her, who, generally speaking, did not
know what loneliness was As she
walked along with superb movement,
she observed two pretty girls in
charge of nurse. The children were
playing on the grass beneath the shade
trees with which the boulevard was
lined, while the nurse, who had the
expressionless features of peasant
girl, was seated on bench knit
ting. Mrs. Van Altine stopped impul-
sively.
"Oh, you darling" she said and
thereupon in her own peculiarly grace
full way began to question the children
and coo over them just as if she knew
all about the language of childhood.
Near by on another bench was little
boy dressed in sailors attire, with the
word captain" on his cap. He looked
forlorn and disturbed, for his mouth
quivered and there were tears in his
big blue eyes
whats the matter, my little man?"
continued Mrs. Van Altine, in the Ian
guage of the country.
He only stared at her and rubbed one
of his eyes with his dirty fist. She
placed her hand on his golden curls in a
caressing manner.
why don't you play with the other
children" she continued.
For answer he rubbed his other eye
with another dirty fist.
There, now, sailors don't cry," re-
sumed Mrs. Van Altine, as she wiped
the CRIME from his face with lace
handkerchief. They go to battle and
fight and are brave. Are you nv brave
little captain?''
II don't understand" said the bow in
English, plunging his fists into his
eyes.
WHAT you speak English? Youare
an American boy?''
''Yes'm'
And are these your sisterSo,,
Nom"
Whose little boy are you?"
My pas got bank"
And what's your name?"
Bobby"
Bobby what?'
Bobby Steele"
And where are you from. Robb,,9r
''Oh, big place, much biz nd
nicer than this" WIN
What is it called?"
Nleveland-oh - boo hoo-I want
to go home" ""n'
but you can't go back to Cleveland ,
tonight Bobby You are thousands
of miles from home" ,
don care-I want to go home.n
is your mamma with you in Paris9"
NO m She's in Heaven. She's dead
NY mamma died when | was one YEAR
pa m all my papa's got and now h
boo! hoo!-he hasn't got me. I'm loot 7
ana snail never see my papa again.
You poor child, you mean to say Ii
you can't find your papa?" h
NO; we went out for walk and
topped IN a crowd to look in a win
low' linen my papa went away and M