White Oaks eagle. (White Oaks, N.M.) 189?-190?, 1897-08-26

The boy was consigned TO cell and
left 10 his own reflections, which We're
certainly sorrowful, and perhaps were
penitent, for he sighed, as he lay down
to his lonely rest, and turned his face
upon his arm with something like a
sob.
II he cried, as any weary, homesick
boy might do in such situation, there
was no one to behold his tears, or scoff
at such weakness in a hero who was
bent on going west" and after awhile
he put down his arm and composed him
self to sleep.
Perhaps. in dreams, he saw himself
achieving superhuman deeds of courage
and endurance on the warpath, armed
with his death-dcaling "pepperboX'
and flaming candle; anon, in dire cap
tivity, cutting himself loose from his
bonds with his keen-edged scissors, bor-
ing hole il Yale lock with his mighty
gimlet, or raising himself out Of some
bottomless pit by the aid of his in
gcnious strap. Perhaps his dreams
We're of this kind; perhaps they were of
home.
II the meantime the lieutenant was
making an examination of the hoy S
property, hoping to find some clew to
his history more reliable than his own
statements. He shook his head as he
looked at the cheap dog-earcd novels,
murmuring:
That's what ails the boy-been read
ing stories Of this sort till he has got
his head full Of nonsense, and wants to
60 out west and kill Indians"
Pushing the novels aside, he took up
the little memorandum book and turned
over the leaves. which were scrubbed
here and there with names and dates
and bits of rhyme, written in a neat
schoolboy's hand. On the first page
he found the boys name and place Of
residence-not the place he had named
but a village much nearer the city.
George II. Burton,
East Greenwich"
"Ah!" said the lieutenant, smiling
so that's whore he comes from. Well
my bloodthirstv little rover, hope We
shall have a surprise for you in the
morning"
And, in preparation for this event, he
sent telegram to East Greenwich and {
telephone message to the chief of police
In the morning, after George hat
lrnr, i,lOl ], / l.,
was talking with the lieutenant and tho
officer who had brought him in, trying
to evadc their questions and wondering
what they meant to do with him, wher
he was astonishcd TO hear an excited
voice, eXclaiming:
"Where is be? Oh, please bring hin
here, Mr.. Policcman!'
And the next moment the chief o
police entered, ushcring IN a stout ole
lady and a thin lady, who was not old
although she was not young.
They both had sweet. home like faces
that could only 20 with kind and loving
hearts, and they both few at George tn,
moment they caught sight of him an,
began embracing him With as much de
light os if he had been lost for ten year,
instead Of two days.
"Why, grandma! Why, Aunt Polly!'
gaspcd the boy, as soon as they gave
him a chance to speak. How in tn,
world did you come here? Who tolt
You where | was?"
"'The policemen telegraphtcd to Us
and we started right or as soon as W,
heard that you was found. We hadn'
slept wink all uight--not ii soul in III,
house; and your grandpa's gone to ros
i ton to look for you" said the old lady
with tears in her eyes. "Oh, George
Gcorgic' How could you run away?
How could you do it, George?
echoed Aunt Polly, reproachfully.
And George. whose lonely night il
the cell had given him a good oppor
tunity for reflection, evidently won
dered himself how he could have don
it. He faltercd, repcntantly:
II don't know, AUNT Polly /
I guess | didn't think. If you'll take II
home and not let grandpa whale me, II
never do it again
Whether his grandfather "whalcd
him or not, the reporter cannot tel
though he certainly deserved it; but, q
he was taken homo, and has not sing
been found roaming the streets a
night it may be inferred that he KEEP
his PROMISE Days.