Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-06-24

object In coming to the new WVIiu-
since leaving the ship he had eve
nnca CHANGED to meet n OF his rei-
I,w messengers. They seemed all 20
have been scattered to the four winds
of heaven for all that he ever saw or
heard OF them again. But IN MS Sc
cret heart he grieyed for little Daney'
his baby shipmate and only friend on
the passage. And as he walked
through the streets crying ms oysters
he peered at every little chiid that
hara the slightest resemblance 10 ner'
in the faint hope Of finding her.
One day he had been crying oysters
all day long. and late in the afternoon
turned into his own street to go nome
when. az the low door OF a tenement
house on the same sid OF the a ne
saw little Daney sitting on the step.
With a quick, GREATNESS gasping
cry Of joy peculiar to herself, she
sprang forward and toddled toward
him. Dropping his empty bucket ana
throwing UP his hands he ran W
Ia meet her, caught her up IN MS arms
anr covered her with kisses Ihere
was something deeply affecting In the
moor. forlorn boys love for that little
| child. But the human heart must cling
| 10 SOInttniilS. IIt NiuhS w shN DNNJ
He learned from her broken talk that
her father and mother lived in that
house. A little later he discovered that
they went out only by night, lurking
In the upper rooms OF he house all
day
The fish boy was almost happy now,
he bad something 10 care TOR lie
spent his leisure time and spare mon
ey, that should have been bestowed
upon books. according 10 the original
programme. all on DaRey. He played
with her. romped with her, walked
with her, and fed her with oysters.
clans. and all the best daintieS OF his
masters shop. And there is no doubt
In the world, that, IL this a contin-
ued, all his ambitious prospects for the
acquisition of knowledge must have
allen through. And, rs Marc Antony
lost the world for a woman Welby
Dunbar must have lost il for a child.
Ii is quite certain that the whole des-
tiny OF this boy was changed by the
sudden disappearance OF Daney. POOR
Welby went TO seek her one evening,
when ne had done his work, and was
told by the other dodgers in the house
that Drury and his wife, with little
Daney. had gone-no one could tell
Wnere.
This was a great blow to the boy.
All he loved in the world had vanished.
For a momen he reeled under the
shock; but soon rallied with the
thought of finding her again speedily.
And from that day, there was not a
Eiore Industrious oyster-carrier than
himself; and why? because the more
| gypaats hn tna rapSa1 tba uranta. hnnA
of finding Dlney.
But days and weeks passed. and still
his little blossom was missing.
ore day. near evening, he was cry
lug oysters in a street near Broadway,
when suddenly:
There he is now" exclaimed a re-
spectacle, middle-aged. clerical-looking
gentleman. who was walking down the
street with two elderly, professor-like
men.
'Oh! the young rascal, to have no
more regard for his mothers feel
ings." said the second
Thank heaven we have found him
at last, however" answered the third.
Here's you fine, fresh oysters"
bawled the boy. without the remotest
idea that the conversation of these
fatherly old gentlemen referred to
him
stop thar nonsense, sir Are you
not ashamed OF yourself. pray?' said
the clergyman, sternly. as he laid his
hand upon the boys shoulder.
Il am only crying oysters. sir! | am
doing no harm, SIR answered Welby,
in surprise.
mo harm. Ms ster Grevillel do you
4 col ~ mn bo, N, 20 Isua 4, N ~ v1..r Ts~
in this shameless manner said the
first professor, severely.
What could have tempted you to
such an extraordinary step?" demand
ed the second professor.
You have nearly broken the heart of
your mother." said the clergyman.
Your friends have all been in the
utmost distress about your added the
first professor.
Such conduct deserves The severest
chastisement," said the second profess
or. or, as We shall hereafter call him.
for distinction sake, the schoolmaster.
But L was only crying oysters!'
pleaded the bewildered boy.
only crying oysters, you irreclaim-
able scamp! And is crying oysters a
proper business for a young gentleman
VI .oui pOsitfOu. SniIne on YOU, SIR
The boy looked from one to the 9TH
er IN the utmost pcrplexity. They did
not look like lunatics. nor like men
who were playing a ~joke-those three
stern old gentlemen. The eldest was a
short stout bald-leaded man in a cler-
zeal suit of jet-black. The other two
We're tall, thin. s~ray-haired men, with
the unmistakable air Of pedagogues.
There was no doubt that the eldest
was a clergyman, and the others pro-
iessors in some school or college for
young gentlemen.
Pray, why did you disgrace youseIf,
your friends and our establishment, by
running away from us, Master Gre
vile! severely demanded the clergy
man.
4 v ran away from you, and
never saw either of you before in nv
me; n my name is not Master Gre
VIE nor Master Anybody elsei And
thlnk you ar2 all crazy together, old
gents begging our pardon." exclaimed
the provoked boy.
"OiI h shameless young reproha 70,