Oakes weekly Republican. (Oakes, Dickey County, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1883-1898, 1895-12-20

Into tho hallway she bate tho loating
neighbor boys bring Nora's trunk; in u
language Nora could hardly understand
sho explained to her that all would bo well
as soon us tho policeman passed by. Shc
sont Mary Murphy, who happened to be at
homo from school, for pint of milk, and
so compelled Nora to drink u cup of tea
and to cat biscuit and dropped egg,
while thoy waited for tho policeman.
OF course he know of seven John Nc
Laughlins. He even went to tho drug
store and looked in tho Boston Directory
to find that thoro were there the names of
61 more But not ono of them lived in
Linwood street, rs they all know already
All the same, Nora was charged not to cry,
to drink more tea and cat moro broad and
butter. Tho cop said he would look in
on three of tho Johns whom ho know,
and Intelligent boys now returning from
school wcro sent to tho homes of the other
four to intcrrogatc thcm as to any expect
ed sister. Within an hour, now nearly
O'Clock, answers woro received from all
the seven. No one of them expected chick
or child from Fcrmoy.
But the "cop" had suggestion to mako
His pocket list of names of streets revealed
another L;nwood Strcct-in RoXbury; not
this ono in Dorchester. Be it known to
unlcnrned readers, who in snug shelter in
Montana follow along this little tale, that
Roxbury and Dorchester arc both parts of
that largo municipality called Boston.
Though no John Mclaughlin was in tho
directory for 90 Linwood street, Roxbury,
was not that tho objective? Poor Nora
was questioned as to Roxbury. Sho was
Bure she never heard of it.
But the Glow was too good to be lost,
and the authority OF tho friendly "cop" was
too great to DO resisted. He tclephoncd to
tho central Office that Nora Mclaughlin,
just from ireland, had been found, in Il
fashion, but that no ono knew where to
put her. Then ho stopped amilkmHn from
Braintrco, who delivered afternoon milk
for invnlids.
Was he not going through Roxburyp
OF course hc was.
Would he not take this lost child to 90
Linwood street?
OF course hc would Nlilllmen, from
their profession, have hearts warm toward
children.
Well, if he wcro to tako her, he had bot
ter take her trunk too.
To which illogical proposal tho milkman
aocGdcd-on tho afternoon routo there Is
SO much loss milk to take than there is in
the morning
So Nora was lifted into tho milk wagon
In tears she kissed good Mrs Flynn. Tho
boys and girls assembled to bid her good
by, and even she had hopo for few mo-
monts that her troubles were at an end.
AT 30 Linwood street, Roxbury, they
were preparing for tho Review club.
Tho Review club met once fortnight
at half past 2 O'Clock ut tho house of ono
or another Of the members. They first
arranged the littlo details of tho business
Thcn the hostess read, or made some ono
read. tho scraps which seemed most worthy
in the reviews and magazines of tho last
issues, and at the husbands and brothers
and ncighbors generally dropped in, and
there was afternoon tea
"You arc suro you have cream enough,
Ellcn?"
ooh, yes, num-"
"All kinds of tea, you know, that which
the Chinese gentleman sent, and be suro
of the chocolate for Mrs. Bunce."
Indeed yes, num-"
"And let mo know just before you
bring up the hot water" Doorbcll rings.
"Thcre is Mrs Walter now!"
No, 1t wasn't Mrs. Walter. Sho camo
three minutes after. But before she came,
Howclls, tho milkman, had lifted Nora
from her scat. AS tho snow fell fast on
the doorstcrs he carried her carefully up
to tho door and even by tho time Ellen an
swcrcd tho bell, he had the heavy chest,
dragging it over the snow by the stout
ropo at one end.
Ellen was amazed to find this group in
stead of Mrs. Walter She called hcr mis-
tress, who heard Howolls' realistic story
with hamazcmcnt-not to say amusement
"You poor dear childr' she cried at
once. "Como in where it is dry! John
Mclaughlin? No, indeed! Who can John
Mclaughlin be? Ellen, what is Mixes
last namc?"
Mike was tho chorcman, who mado the
furnace fire, and kept tho sidewalk.
Mixes namo, mump 1 don't know,
mum. Mary will know, num-"
And for the moment Ellen disappeared
to find Mary.
"Never mind, never mind. Como in,
you poor child. You wero very good to
bring her, Mr.. Howells, very good indeed.
We will tako caro- of her. Is it going to
Storm"
Mr.. Howells thought it was going to
storm and turned to go away. At that
moment Mrs. Walter arrived, tho first
conner of tho Review club. And Nora's
new hostess had to turn to her guests,
whilo Ellen in tho last cares for tho after
noon table had to comfort Nora by spasms.
1t was left for Margaret, tho chamber
maid, to pump out-or to screw out, rs
you choosc-tho details of the story, from
tho poor frightened waif, who scomed
more cstray than ever.
John Mclaughlin? No. Nobody know
anything about him. The last choroman
was named McNlanus, but no won't to Ot-
tawa three years ago!
And while tho different facts and doubts
wero canvassed in the kitchen, up stairs
they settled tho Bulgarian question: tho
origin Of the natives of Tasmania and tho
last questions about realism.
Only the mind Of the lady of tho house
returned again and again to questions as
to the present residence of John McLaugh-
lin.
For in spite of the gathering snow and
tho prospect of moro, tho members of tho
Review club had followed fast ON Mrs
Walters and gathered in full force
Tho hostess, though somewhat preoccu-
pied, was courteous and ready.
Only tho functions of tho club, as they
Went forward, would be occasionally in
terrupted. Thus she would read aloud "as
in her private duty bound"-
"Tho pcasantry were excited, but were
held in check by promises from Stambu-
loft. The emissarics of the czar'-
"Mr. Goodspecd, would you mind read
ing on9 Hcrc is tho place. see my post
man pass the window"
And SO, moving quickly to the front
door, she interviewed tho faithful II;.r-
rington, dressed, heaven knows why, in
Confederate uniform of gray. For Har-
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