Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-05-24

Inc mother 10 in hurry to see her boy.
She runs mp one, two, three flights of
STAIRS and quickly enters q dingy sitting
room. There Is a strong smell Of beer
and tobacco pervading the place; but it Ia
empty and the fire has burned down in
the CRATE.
Della turns into the bedroom. All In in
darkness. She makes her way mn to the
bed, and lays her cheek down upon the
.-.iow. The bed II vacant-no one is
there! Then sudden fear attacks her.
what has become Of her child7 She
rushes out upon the landing, and calls to
the woman who let her In at the front
door:
Mrs. Timson! Mrs. Timson! Where 10
my Willy? Who has taken my boy away .
Speak to me; tell me where he 10 gone to
for the love Of heaven!'
The woman in the brown curls and ar
tihcial flowers comes imping up the
stairs.
"Lor' bless you, Mrs. Moray! you're NO
call to be in such a stew. would have
told you where he was at first, IL you
admit run past me like . whirlwind. The
boys only gone out with his pa"
with MT. Moray, ana AT TINS time of
the night! Wherever can they have
goneY'
THAT can't tell you. All know is
that was just going to slip off the child's
things and put him to bed, when your
'usband called to me to put on his at and
comforter. a. he was going to take him
along Of him. said 1t wasn't fit weather
to take the boy out, with his cough, too:
but all got for my pains was to be told
to mind my own business. The other
gentleman was here, too, and went out
with them"
What! Mr.. William Moray, bis broth
er?"
ITO be sure. They left about seven,
md event been back since. When
card your knock 'oped It was them; for
l knew you'd worry terrible to come home
and find Willy gone.'
"Oh, Mrs. Timson! it will kill HMM
this dreadful weather. sobs Della.
Don't go to talk such nonsense, ma Fam.
The boy won't take no arm, though he
was coughing terrible, to be sure, as let
'em out. The gentleman seemed in high
feather, though. Perhaps your 'usband
'ad some good news-'eard Of an appoint
ment. maybe, or something Of that sort
and it'll turn out all for the best; 30 don't
you take on like that now"
"Oh, will he ever come back, Mrs. Tim
sOn-will he ever come back2 Surely
something dreadful must have happened
to them! Mr.. Moray Is taken i'll, or Willy
has been run over by a cabi What else
should keep them SO late? / am fright
ened out Of my life waiting for them in
this horrible suspense!
Nonsense. my dear" returns the land
lady practically. You know your good
gentleman's 'abits well enough. It's much
more likely he's been q bit overtaken by
liquor, and can't find his way 'ome. But
bless my soul, ERE they are!'
And here, sure enough, they must be
or at all events, somebody must be-for
the knocker on the hall door commences
to sound and continues to sQund az Wig
orOusly as 1t can, until every lodger in the
house ID wakened from his slumbers.
Della flies downstairs to open the door,
while Mrs. Timson hmps after her, growl-
ing andiblY at the unnecessary commotion
made BY the returning party.
''As il II wasn't enough to keep honest
folk out Of their beds tin the small hours
of the morning, but what e must come
'ome with row enough for the Prince of
Wales 'isself."
Get out of the way. will youY ex-
claims the suffering, drunken voice of
her husband. what do you mean by
blocking up the door in this fashion?
Don't you see we want to come inY'
CTo be continued.D