The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-12-25
STORIES OF THE TOWN.



Where he came from, what his name,
who his parents-nobody knew. He
stood like an image of cupid in Klon-
dixie, shivering, crouChing, on the cor
ner of Lackawanna and Wyoming ave-
nues. He might have dropped from
a Christmas tree. hc 'ookCd so little.
This was Tuesday afternoon when
as everybody knows it was hailng in
a spiteful fashion and the little lost
boy was getting shametully scourged.
The shoulders of his closeftting blue
jersey coat were white; he wore nit
tens but two hands were rolled like
snowballs within them. over his light
hair was a small cap, not big enough
to cover his ears.
He was lost and more than that-he
knew he was lost. His big blue eyes
were swimming in tears and the cold
air was bitter enough to blister the
wet grooves in his cheeks. He was
crying for mama.
You might think that in this glad
holiday season while so many persons
have light hearts and heavy purses that
this little boy would not long stand
shivering, crouching, without a friend.
To the credit of Christmas shoppers be
III Sald-yOu thlnk rlght.
Not many minutes had passed before
big ring of people shielded the little
fellow from the storm and instead of
the sleet and snow a sunburst Of kind
nesses fell upon him. Somebody s
mothers, or sisters or brothers, or
somebody's something all had a word
of compassion to give ard some had
candies and Christmas nuts etc. Be
fore he knew 1t our founding was
loaded with things good to eat.
"Ain't he cute" murmured one young
Miss to her friend. Such lovely eyes
said her friend. Looks as if he
dropped from a Christmas tree" ex-
claimed a kind old lady. He looks" "
said the fussy flashing eyed woman on
the edge of the circle; "he looks like
my little Johnnie" And she said it OF
course so that all could hear.
But the boy cried for a that.
He wanted his mama, he wanted to
go home. A gentleman offered to look
| after the little fellow and together they
drew away from the crowd. When near
| the city hall Patrolman George Jones
took the boy in charge and in a briet
| time he was in the sergeant's Office at
| police headquarters. Patrolman Jones
| and Acting Desk Sergeant Lowry
| dropped the little fellow against a
charged radiator and tried to get him
! to talk inteligbly. But he was too -
crying. All he could say in answer tC
where do you live?" was Gilinsky's
Who is Gilinsky or where he holds
| forth is still mystery.
The cries of the boy brought Clerks
Rosar and Elsie from the controllers
office upstairs. Then came the mayors
secretary, Mr.. B6amish, and afterwart
Mayor Bailey, Chief RObling and 6
dozen others.
Mayor Bailey attempted to hold the
boy on his knee; the mayors secre
tary took him for a walk through the
corridors and Chief Robling turned hu,
morist for his benefit.
But the boy only cried more.
Finally Misses Potts and Meredith
came down from thei respective off,
ces and took the boy. upstairs. At si1
O'Clock the father of he boy, Matthew
Krotosky, Of Brook street, Soutl
Scranton, called arf the wanderer
whose name also is Mat" was happy
The father states tha his wife lost tn,
little fellow in the trowd on Lacka
wanna avenue. He 1913 years old.