The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1897-06-18

He had seen just such an assortment
of articles produced more than once
from the pockets of his youngsters at
home.
The boy was consigned to cell and
left to his own reflections, which were
certainly sorrowful, and perhaps were
penitent, fcr he sighed, as he lay down
to his lonely rest, and turned his face
upon his arm with something like a
sob.
If 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-dealing 'pepper-box"
and flaming candle; anon, in dire cap
tivity, cutting himself loose from his
bonds with his keen-edged scissors, bor-
ing hole in a Yale lock with his mighty
gimlet, or raising himself out of some
bottomless pit by the aid of his in
genious strap. Perhaps his dreams
were of this kind; perhaps they were of
home.
In the meantime the lieutenant was
making an examination of the boys
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-eared 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
go out west and kill Indians"
Pushing the novels aside, he took up
the little memorandum ook and turned
over the leaves, which were scrubbed
! here and there with names and dates
and bits of rhyme, written in neat.
schoolboy's hand. On the first page
he found the boys name and place of
residence-not the place he had named,
but village much nearer the city.
George H. Burton,
EAST Greenwich"
"Ah!" said the lieutenant, smiling.
$50 that's where he comes from. Well,
my bloodthirsty little rover, hope we
shall have surprise for you in the
morning"
And, in preparation for this event, he
sent telegram to East Greenwich and a
telephone message to the chief of police.
In the morning, after George had
been provided with good breakfast, he
was talking with the lieutenant and the
officer who had brought him in, trying
to evade their questions and wondering
what they r-o"Ht to do with him, when
he was a. d to hear an excited
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''Where is -! Oh, please bring him
here, Mr.. Policeman!"'
And the next moment the chief of
police entered, ushering in stout old
lady and thin lady, who was not old,
although she was not young.
They both had sweet, home-like faces,
that could only go with kind and loving
hearts, and they bothflew at George the
moment they caught sight of him and
began embracing him with as much de-
light as if he had beenlost for ten years
instead of two days.
"Why, grandma! Why, Aunt Polly!"
gasped the boy, as soon as they gave
him a chance to speak "How in the
world did you come here? Who told
you where | WASP"
1.-THE policemen telegraphted to us,
and we started right off as soon as we
heard that you was found. We hadn't
slept wink all night-nota soul in the
Shouse; and your grandpa'sgone to Bos-
: son to look for you," said the old Lady,
WITH tears in her eyes. "Oh, Georgiel
GeeTgiel How could you run away?"
"h,w could you do it, Georges"
echoeS Aunt Polly, reproachfully.
And NNeorge, whose lonely night in
the cell had given him good oppor-
tunlty for refection, evidently won
aered himself how he could have done
it. He faltesed, repentantly:
Il don't know, Aunt Polly. IL
guess l didn't think. If you'll take me
home and not letgrandpa whale me. I'll
never do it again"
Whether his grandfather "whaled"
him or not, the reporter cahnot tell.
though he certainly deserved it; but, as
he was taken home, and has not since
been found roaming the\ streets at
night, it may be inferred that he kept
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