The age-herald., 1898-08-28
WANTS HER BROTHER AGAIN
Chief CampbelI's Assistance Invoked by a
 GoIden-Haired Girl

From the St. Louis Globe Democrat
 Please, Mister Policeman, find my broth CT, cause I do want to see him so bad,
 and dreamt about him last night, when
 l seen him just as plain as could be, and I just cried when I woke up and found if was only a dream.''
 Chief Campbell, absorbed in his days
 mail, was sitting at his desk in his private office. He had not noticed the intruder, for no one had been announced, and look of annoyance crept across his face, but it vanished in an instant as he turned and saw child, whose golden curls kept fall ing in her face, despite the little hands which brushed them back She was only a little thing-she did not come much more than half way up to the chiefs shoulder as he sat in his chair-but there was such
 an appealing look on her face that he hesi-
 tated about turning her over to his secre-
 tary. And even the chief of police is lost
 when he hesitates, for the little one gave
 him no chance to send her away.
 Please, sir, ever since mamma and papa
 went away and left me with Uncle Jo, I
 aint had nobody to play with. Oh you
 musnt think they ain't good to me"-this
 was brought out with great force-"cause
 they is, but then you know, when you was
 little boy you liked to have little folks to play with, didn't you? Have you got any little girl?"
 The chief nodded. He was apparently interested in this inquiry in regard to his family.
 Well then, just s'posen she didn't have nobody to play with. You'd feel sorry, wouldn't you?"
 The chief smiled and said he thought he would That reassured the golden curls
 and they nodded so vigorously they fell in
 front of the blue eyes once more and had
 to be brushed away again.
 "I just knew you would I asked the
 policeman what walks our beat and he
 said he thought so, too So, when I got
 up this morning and auntie asked me what I was cryin' for, told her what I dreamt about my brother, and Uncle Jo said he'd
 bring me down here, cause begged so
 hard. He's outside waitin' now, but he
 a motorman and he couldn't wait till all
 the other folks got through, cause he's got
 to take his car out, and when the man
 wasn't lookin' l just come in here and he
 never seen me. Honest, do you care?"
 The chief shook his head.
 Well, I'm glad you ain't mad I brought
 this piece of paper with me, cause it's got
 my papa's and my mammals names in it,
 and maybe that will help you find brother.
 I aint big enough to read the big words
 yet, but l guess you can, cause Uncle Jo can. Can you?"
 The chief took the newspaper clipping
 and looked at it. It was from the Globe Democrat of April 16, 1894. There were only a few lines, but it told how John Clinton, man once prominent in the busi- ness affairs of this city, but who had tried to drown his sorrows in drink after his wife deserted him for another, was found drunk on the streets with a curly-headed little girl and a boy who could scarcely talk so young was he. The last paragraph said home had been given the girl by Warner Sparks, a motorman residing at 2709 St. Louis avenue, while the boy had been sent to an orphan asylum up in the state.
 It was pitiful to see the little child stand ing there, so innocent and happy in the thought that she was to get her brother back, and to read those lines which, brief as they were. told of wrecked home and those who had been made unhappy by an unfortunate woman But the chief gave no sign of what he felt, and he promised to send out letters at once asking for infor- nation of the little fellow.
 Then the child smiled, and as she brush ed those yellow curls back into place again she puckered her mouth up so that 1t look ed like rosebud and said:
 "You can kiss me if you want to-" And the chief did, after which the little one went away happy, waving her hand to him as Uncle Jo put her on the street car, while the head of the police depart ment stood in the window watching.