Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1897-05-21
ward-bound laborer. "My little boy Is

lust
"Shure, mem, now, that's very bad
an I'm sorry" the man said, hating;
'mebby he'd be at tn p'lice station?'
mo, I've telephoned all the stations
Some one thought they saw him down
here. What shall l do?"
The face of the big, rough man
worked alphabetically.
I'll kape me eyes open ez 1 go along
home, men," he said; IAN mebby III
see tn little Teller. Tut, now! What II
'twore me own little Tim? He's just
four years old, the rascal, an 'twad kill
liz mother, shure. All, but it's wearyin
an comfortin to TIL heart, mem, the
children bez."
The way grew more squalid as they
kept on toward the Beach. On door
step a young woman sat holding lit
tie child, and hooking anxiously dowr
the street.
"Have you seen little boy?" the
older mother began, and again the sac
little tale was told.
"No," said the other woman; "bu
l. hope you'll find him, lady. know how
you feel. Me hearts sore over me owl
little joey, here, and me man away look
ing for worruk. The baby is that sick
an Jim, me other lad, he's gone for med
icine. ! don't know what's keeping
| him."
Let me see the baby" and tn,
mother, whose little one lay dead a
home reached out her jeweled hands
The child was placed in her arms.
"Why, he is very i'll indeed!" she ex
claimed. The little ones face was livid
The baby's fingers were clutched owe
each tiny thumb, and the tiny body shiv
cred convulsively.
WHY'S mother eyed the little form
knowingly. "The child should be pu
into warm bath at once" she said.
The three women entered the hous,
and busted themselves over the sicl
baby. She whose child was lost foun,
a battered kettle and put water to hea
over the single-burner lamp. The othe
one undressed the little form, while tn,
wee sufferers mother stood wringin,
her hands in helpless pain.
They worked rapidly, tenderly; bu
it was nearly an hour before the terri
BILE commissions were over and the bah,
was resting on the bed.
God bless you, ladies!" the poo
woman cried, as she saw relief creepin.
over the drawn face; you have savet
my baby's life!"
"But oh, my own little boy!" an,
the other mother fastened to the door
at is quite dark and do not know
where he is"
"Sure, lady, the good God will neve
let your baby be lost!" but the tw'
strangers were gone.
"Oh, where will he sleep tonight?
murmured WHY'S mother. YOU
boy is safe with God, but where, wher
| is mine?"
Up the street an older boy came tear
ing. Mamma! Mammal" he cried
while yet afar off; "a policeman
found Willy and taken him home!"
"0h, thank God"said she who's
child was with the All-Father-"thanl
Cod" but the other could not speak.
1t was a triumphal progress back {.
the more aristocratic quarter.
They've found yer bebby, ma'am,
a street urchin cried, who was calm,
papers on the street corner. A Mexi
can tamale vender volunteered the sam
information in broken English, and Ii
the next block n woman threw open
window and leaned forward.
"a policeman took your little DO,
home, madam she called, joyfully.
Near home n gleeful band of chill
dren met them.
"He's found-he's found" and tn
chorus rang throughout the neighbor
hood
The two mothers kissed tenderly an.
parted. AS the younger one turned t
enter her childless home her eyes wer
swimming with the first tears she ha'
shed that day; but they were tears o
thankfulness.
On the doorstep Of the other nome
man stood, holding child in his arms
"We've got him. he called, quickl,
as he bent to kiss his wife; and the
his arms closed tightly around Their
both.
20, Willy!" he said, "how could yo'
brighten MS so? Why did you do it?"
The curly head was raised and tn
blue eyes opened in surprise.
"Why, papa" said the little voice
"Mary said they wuzzent any or'nge
for dinner, an / went out to buy some!
IN. Y. Independent.