The Newtown bee., 1897-04-16

Some one thought they saw him down here. What shall 1 d0:"
 The face of the big, rough man worked sywpathe icallY.
 "I'll Rape me eyes open z go along home, mem,' he said; an mebby I'll see tn little feller Tut, now. What if 'twore me own little Tim? He's just four year old, the rascal, an 'twad kill 'iz mother, shuFe. An. but it'- wesryin' an comfortin' to tn heart, mem, the children bez."
 The way grew more Fq1alid AS they kept on toward the Beach. On door, step woman sat holding lIytle child, and looking auxiously down the street. i Have you seen little boy the old CT mother began, and the sad little tale was told.
 No" said the other woman; but hope you'll find him, lady. know how you feel Me he ,rt's sore over me own little Joey, here, and me man away look. ing for Uorruk. The baby is that sick! an Jim, me other lad, he's gone for the medicine. don't know whal's keepin' him"
 Let me see cbe haby;" ard The motber. whose little one lay dead at home, resch- ed out her jeweled hands. The child was placed in her arms.
 "Whv, he is very ill indeed ,'' she ex- claimed. The little ones face was livid. The baby's fingers were clutched over each tiny thumb and the tiny body shivered convulsively. Willy's mother eyed the little form knowir gly. "The child should be put into warm bath, at once," she said.
 The three women entered the house and busted them selves over the sick baby. She whose child was lost found a battered kettle and put water to heat over the single-burner lamp. The other one uodressed the little form while the wee sufferers mother stood wringing her hands in helpless pam.
 They worked rapidly, tenderly; but it was nearly an hour 5before the terrible cOnvuisions were over and the baby resting on the bed
 "God bless you. ladies" :" the poorer woman cried, as she saw relief creeping over the drawn face; you've saved my babv's life .''
 But oh, my own little boy " and the other mother hasteued to the door. Ut is quite dark, ahd I do not know where be is.''
 "Sure, lady, the good God'll never let your baby be lost!'' but the two strang- CTS were gone.
 "Oh, where will he sleep to-night?'' murmured Willy's mother. Your boy is safe with God, but where, where is mine?"
 Up the street an older boy came tear ing. Mamma! Mammal he cried, while yet afar off; "s policeman's found Willy and taken him home!"
 Oh, thank God ,' said she whose child was with the All Father" "thank God '" but the other could not speak.
 It was triumphal progress back to the more aristocratic quarter.
 They've found yer bebbY, ms'am," a street urchin cried, who was calling on the street corner. A Mexican tsmale vender volunteered the same intorms- tion in broken English, and in the next, block woman threw open a window n and leaned forward. "A policeman took your little boy home, madamm she called, jDyfulIy. Nearer home a gleeful band of children met them.
 "He's found-he's found," and the chorus ng throughout the neighbor- hood.
 The two mothers kissed tenderly and parted. As the younger one turned to enter her childless home her eyes were swimming with the first tears she had shed that day; but they were tears of Ghankfulness.
 On the doorstep of the other home a man stood. holding child in his arms.
 "We've got him. he called, quickly, as he bent..to kiss his wife; and then his arms closed tightly around them both.
 "0h, Willy" he said, sshow could you frighten us so? Why did you do it?'' The curly head was raised and the blue eyes opened in surprise.
 Why, Papa" said the little voice, l"MarY said they wuzzent any or'nges for dinner, an I went to buy some,"