The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-05-04
,ward-bound lanossr. my iistIe boy i.


mo, I've telephoned all the stations.
Some one thought they saw him down
here. What shall / do?"
The face of the big, rough man
worked alphabetically
I'll kape me eyes open ez [ go along
home, men," he said; IAN mebby I'll
see tn little Teller. Tut, now! What if
'twore me own little Tim? He's Just
four years old, the rascal, an 'twad kill
liz mother, shure. All, but it's wearyin'
an comfortin to TIL heart, mem, the
children bez.''
The way grew more squalid as they
kept on toward the Beach. On a door
step young woman sat holding a 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
1 hope you'll find him, lady. know how
you feel. Me hearts sore over me own
little Joey, here, and me man away lopoar-
ing for worruk. The baby is that sick!
icine. | 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 i'll 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 a 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
a 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 commissions 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
the other mother fastened to the door.
1T is quite dark and do not know
where he isl
Sure, lady, the good God will never
let your baby be lost" but the two
strangers were gone.
''Oh, where will he sleep tonight"
murmured WHY'S mother. Your
boy is safe with God, but where, where
is mine?"
Up the street an older boy came tear
| ing. Mammal! Mammal" he cried,
while yet afar off; ga policeman 5
found Willy and taken him home!"
"Oh, thank God!''said she whose
child was with the All-Father-''th thank
God" but the other could not speak.
1t was q triumphal progress back to
the more aristocratic quarter.
They've found yer bebby, ma'am,' -
q street urchin cried, who was calling
papers on the street corner. A Mexi-
can ta1nale vender volunteered the same
information in broken English, and in
tbe next block woman threw open a
window and leaned forward.
a policeman took your little boy
home, madam" she called, joyfulIy.
Near home a gleefui band of chill.
dren met them.
Hes found-he's found" and the
chorus rang throughout the neigbbor.
hood.
The two mothers kissed terderly ant
parted. AS the younger one turned tC
enter her chiIdless home her eyes were
Swimming with the first tears she haG
shed that day; but they were tears OF
thankfulness.
On the doorstep of the other nome
man stood, holding a child in his arms
We've got him." he called, quickly
as he bent to kiss his wife: and theI
his arms closed tightly around then
both.
90, Willy" he said, chow could vol
brighten us so? Why did you do it?''
The curly head was raised and thu
blue eyes opened in surprise.
why, papa" said the little voice
'Mary said they wuzzent any or'nge'
for dinner, an I went out to buysome!
N. Y. Independent.
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