The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1897-04-29
ward-bound laborer. "My little boy is

ward-bound laborer. "My little boy is
lost"
"Shure. mem. now, that's very bad,
an Pm sorry" the man said, halting;
''mebby he'd be at tn p'lice station?"
mo. I've telephoned all the stat tons.
Some one thought they saw him down
here. What shall do2"
The face of the big. rough man
worked sympathetically.
"Pll kape me eyes open ez go along
home, men," he said: IAN mebby I'll
see tn little feller. Tut, now! What if
'twore me own little Tim? He's Just
four years old, the rascal, an 'twad kill
liz mother. shure. Ah, but it's wearyin'
an comfortin to th' heart, mem, the
children bez."
The way grew more squalid as they
kept on toward the Beach. On door
step young woman sat holding lit
tie child. and looking anxiously down
the street.
Have you seen a little boy?" the
older mother began, and again the sad
little tale was told.
NO." said the other woman; "but
hope you'll find him. lady. Lknow how
you feel. Me hearts sore over me own
little Joey, here, and me man away look
ing for worruk. The baby is that sickl
an Jim, me other lad, he's gone for med
icine. 1 don't know what's keeping
him."
Let me see the baby;" and the
mother, whose little one lay dead at
home. reached out her jeweled hands.
The child was placed in her arms.
why, 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 shiv-
cred convulsively.
WHY'S mother eyed the little form
knowingly. "The child should be put
into warm bath at once" she said.
The three women entered the house
and busted themselves over the sick
baby. She whose child was lost found
q battered kettle and put water to heat
over the single-burner lamp. The other
one undressed the little form, while the
wee sufferers mother stood wringing
her hands in helpless pain.
They worked rapidly, tenderly; but
it was nearly an hour before the terri
bic convulsions were over and the baby
was resting on the bed.
GOD bless you, ladies!" the poor
woman cried, as she saw relief creeping
over the drawn face; "you have saved
my baby's life!"
"But oh, my own little boy!" and
hn hnr ~ hoc -
"It is quite dark and 1 do not know
where he is"
"Sure, lady, the good God will never
let your baby be lost!" but the two
strangers were gone.
"Oh, where will he sleep to-night?'
murmured WHY'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; "a policeman s
found Willy and taken him home!"
"Oh, thank God!"said she whose
child was with the eAll-Father-"thanls
God!" but the other could not speak.
1t was a triumphal progress back to
the more aristocratic quarter.
They've found yer bebby, ma'am,"
a street urchin cried, who was calling
papers on the street corner. A Mexi-
can tamale vender volunteered the same
information in broken English, and in
the next block woman threw open a
window and leaned forward.
"a policeman took your little boy
home, madam!" she called, joyfully.
Near home gleeful band of chill
dren met them.
"He's found-he's found!" and the
chorus rang throughout the neighbor-
hood.
The two mothers kissed tenderly and
parted. AS the younger one turned to
enter her chi!dless home her eyes were
swimming with the first tears she had
shed that day; but they were tears of
thankfulness.
On the doorstep of the other nome a
man stood, holding a 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.
20, Willy!" he said, show 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,
"Mary said they wuzzent any or'nges
for dinner, an went out to buy some!"
IN. Y. Independent.
Flashlights.
Advice is one of the unpleasant small
er vices that the truly good forget to
condemn.
Don't persist il error-after you're
found out; and don't be found out If
you can avoid it by persisting in it.
Paste this in your hat: The easiest
way TO become immortal is to be the
first to say what is self-evident.
The average man feels complimented