The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-01-25
FATE OF TWO PETS.

Robin stared in establishment.
"Robinp' roared. $50 away, woman,
and don't ;ntrude.
''Oh, Robin, Robinl 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 study.
and Maggie's distress caused me some
anxiety. I rose hastily. He is not here
certainly, but he may be in the nursery.
go and look for him there"
He is not there, Z" Maggie sobbed. 1.-The
rooms have all been thoroughly searched,
but the front door has been open the whole
morning He must have crept into the
street He is loSt-run over-killedi" she
gasped, and at the last words the instinct
of the father overcame that of the editor.
Il will find him." l said hoarsely. He
could not come to any harm; he can't have
gone very far away. Don't Cry, Maggie.
I viii bring him back safely"
snatched up my hat and hurried down
The passage, nearly colliding at the front
door with Roberts, the sUbeditor, and hts
wife Roberts himself was very pale.
'.Is-have you-is Robin at homer" he
stammcred.
No - 1 shouted, we've lost him. Do
you know
/ stopped then, for Mrs. Roberts had be-
gun to cry, and could not finish the sen.
tence.
I think you will find him at the police
station" Roberts said quietly. My wife
will sit with Mrs. Hendry while we go"
There was something in his tone which
Kept me from running in to tell Maggie
that Robin was all right.
You Will go in and tell herr" I whisper
I'd to Mrs. Roberts, and then followed
my Sub" down the street.
When we were out of sight of the house
clutched his arm.
What is it? Is he hurt' Tell me the
worst!''
st is Robin" he said hoarsely. "They
sent to the Office just now for you. They
have taken him TO the police station"
''Dead?' / asked.
He couldn't have felt anything, dear
little chap" Roberts said.
He was quite upset, but did not won
der at this, for, having no child of his
own, he had always made much of Robin.
''It was carriage accident" he contin-
ued Il passed just after it happened
They were picking him up / saw yellow
curls, bat had no thought of Robin, and
being IL hurry l couldn't stop. They
told me he was dead, and just now Nc
Bride sent TO say that they had taken him
to the station and that they thought 1t
was MIR Hendry's boy. Ibid not wait for
particulars-just hurried off TO you"
walked beside Roberts, my feet keep
Ing time to the words, Robin killed
Robin killed.
Ii was long way to the police station,
and when / reached the door some men
we're posting bill on the notice board
outside:
BODY Found-Boy, about years old,
blue eyes, curly yellow hair"
l could not read more and staggered for
ward.
Mcbride met me in the passage Aye.
Mr.. Hendry! Step into that room, sir.
They brought him in an hour ago, but
we couldn't tell he was yours. You'll find
him in there, sir, and III be with you in
q minute. -
The brisk tones Jared upon me, and 1
hesitated before entering the room TO
which Mcbride pointed. Then, summon
ing all my resolution, opened the door.
A glance was sufficient to show me that
Robin was there, and Roberts linked his
arm in mine and led me forward to tho
table 1t was In a corner Of ire room, and
the boy was lying on foiy.d coat, his
head raised on another. i blessnd the kind
heart that had spared Inc the sight OF
Robin stretched out for the grave. There
was nothing TO indicate that he was dead
no scar or shattered limb. His cheeks
were rosy, and / could almost have believ-
ed that the breath was coming through
his parted lips. l could not see clearly,
FOR nv eyes were blinded, and my brain
WAS confused, but / knew Roberts had
gone over TO the window, unable to gaze
On the child he had loved.
His grief touched me, but had no part
in il. Ny brain seemed to be bursting
with the thought that my little Robin
ras dead. Seeing him there, / could not
believe he was really dead, but ] thanked
heaven for having preserved his beauty
for his mothers eyes. He lay as if in
slumber, he little hands closed, smile
On his lips The wind came at the open
window al stirred the curls ON his fore
head, and il seemed to he his own breath
that caused the lace on his pinafore to
autter.
/ stopped to kiss him, and dazed as ]
vas l remembered how | had stopped over
his cot in tho same manner that very
morning. a quiver passed through the
baby limbs, the blue eyes Enclosed, the
sweet lips smiled and--oh, heaven, above
the throbbing of my pulses l heard Rob-
ms voice:
''Dad6y's tome for Yobini''
Then heard no more. The light failed,
and fell forward il a swoon.
When consciousness returned, Robin
was sitting on the iloor beside ne patting
my face. and Roberts was bending over
me, TRANSPORTED by great happiness,
while heard McBride's voice say:
You see, sir, the child that was killed
was brought in at the same time as this
little fellow, end the man / sent 10 the
Office didn't seem rightly to understand
which was Mr.. Hendry's. / had no idea
Mr. Hendry didn't know his boy was
safe. or i would have broken it 10 him.
I'll Just explain when he comes 70.
needed no explanation, however. 1t
was enough TO know that Robin was alive
and beside me.
Mcbride let us through private door,
and as | passed stretchcr on which lay
3 little form I clasped my boy closely,
with prayer for tao unknown hearts
made suddenly desolate.
When | placed Robin, rosy and laugh
ing. in his mothers arms, the tears had
not, shed for sorrow fell ut the sight OF
her joy.-Elsie c. Sumner in New York
Telegram.
Simplicity and Charity.
We smile at the ohildlike simplicity OF
the kind hearted man whose charity be-
iieycta all things, Lopeth ali things, even
of those whom the man of the world dir