The Van Buren press., 1897-09-04

charge Janet began, and found hef
voice trembling with fatigue and excite
ment. Where could that man be?
Jamie Pine has come from Vermont
to meet his father here. Perhaps it is
not strange they have missed each
other. but how shall we proceed to find
him?"
Pine, did you say?e
The Judge looked sharply at the child.
who seemed the least interested of the
three. "What is the mans business?'
Jamie says he works in lumber
mill
Jim Pine!" train hand standing
near interrupted. George! who's go-
ing to tell that baby ?" he almost whis-
pered. Come over here, mister"
He turned his big black thumb over
his shoulder. and Judge Adams fol-
/ lowed.
"Never heard of no such thing outside
story book" he calculated, hoarsely.
Lawyer, amt you? Seen you in court.
seems to me. Say, that must be Jim
Pine, sent up for life last week, count
of that killing scrape down IN the lum-
Der district An that little feller!
Rough, amt it?
Miss Angell's Imagination had not all
been mortgaged to the realities of 40
years; she felt she knew a dreadful
story, though she heard not a word.
Something has gone amiss, know
she said, looking up at the troubled face
of the man, who walked slowly back to
her. Jamie was fast asleep again, his
head prone on the iron arm of the sta
ton bench.
This child must be put to bed Cam
not YOU vouch for me at some nearby
hotel and make my peace with Mar
garet until lto-morrow-to-day, rather?'
Her smile was faint, and she caught
at the back of the seat.
Margaret will forgive anything but
my failure to bring you home. There
is one more uptown car; we can get 1T
if we do not delay. Come, little man.
Janet had expected to be pleased with
Margaret's husband, but she felt a rush
of deeper feeling than mere liking as
the tall man took the still unconscious
child in his arms and, directing the
porter with the baggage of the travel
ers, led the way to the corner. She saw
him set his lips tightly as an old, glazed
leather bag, bursting at the whitened
seams, was deposited at his feet; he
pushed 1t over on its side, that the star
ing white letters-"James Pine, Burton,
Nt."--might be hidden. And the little
james Pine Sept on, with his face
against the broadeloth arm of the man
who last week sentenced his father.
And the grandmother and wife slept un,
der the shadow of Vermont hill, all
unknowing that their petted baby was
adrift on such a troubled sea.
jamie seemed not greatly surprised
when he was fairly awake that his fa-
ther was not to be found.
Il s'pose maybe he's dead. All my
folks are dead. / guess | don't belong
to anybody"
He cried, but in a subdued tear-at-a-
time fashion that made eyerybody's
heart ache, and sent Janet down on her
knees beside him, while she gathered
him close in her arms.
"Yes, you do, Jamie. You belong to
me. hadn't anybody, and you hadn't,
and so the dear, kind God gives us to
each other"
If the judge and his wife would have
protested, the sight of Jamies radiant
eountenance and Janet's own satisfac-
4 ton closed their lips.
| "And you should not go home now,"
/ Mrs. Adams declared, when her friend
proposed to return to Loudon at once
with her newly acquired interest, "if
you emptied "A whole orphan asylum in
at our front door. | had rather have
Jamie, dear little fellow, than Evelyn
Ford's poodle. She stayed six weeks
with that dog. l did not blame Ward
for saying he should use his own dis.
cretion as to what he escorted from the
station next time"
Janet would have laughed in her
| hearty, out-loud fashion, but they were
standing near Jamie's cot, and he was
asleep. The child had nearly reached
the point of utter exhaustion.
THE judge surrendered at sight of
u.s." she said with smile. 1--WE would
have appealed to any human sympathy,
| am sure. What story have to tell
Kate Dutton must go now to write" +"
But she stopped to lay struggling
lock of fair hair in place.
MY own little boy!" she murmurcd,
and Margaret's eyes filled.
81 believe you needed him, Janet;
had only felt that he needed you, be-
| fore"
God has been good to rs both" ="
Janet said reyerently, as she kissed the
thin hand of the conyicts child
81 do not know wha. is before us, but
am glad now. Come away and tell me
what the child should wear, and when
must send him to school, and all those
things a made-to-order mother must
learn. Troy Times.
Among the Kurds.
The Kurdish chief and his elder sons
stroked their boards and calculated
"Mashallah!" !" whenever their European
guest put his fork in his mouth. MY
father, why does the Firengi eat with
hook?' a little Kurd asked, at last, but