The daily morning journal and courier., 1900-11-10

| tacllia." The chldS dead father was a 1 Frenchman, and his German mother | lies in the hospital awaiting a surgical operation. Having been left to do his own training so far in life, Louis was | at first like wild young animal. Hap oily, he at once took to Mr Lewis, who is blessed with abundance of tact and patience; but to this day the little lad will have nothing to do with women and resents their smallest attentions with all the power of lungs and fists. All
 day long he trots about after MT Lew is, calling him papa" in four lan- guages, striving with all his tiny might to help in every work his benefactor is engaged in and regarding him with looks Df love and honfidence beautiful to behold. From nobody else will he accept the smallest service, and if an- , other undertakes to feed or put him to bed, he makes Rome howl to the full limit of powerful set of vocal organs. | In two days he became the bully of the
 orphanage, easily able to take care of
 himself in any squabble with his elders.
 Now, after several weeks of gradual civilizing, he is considerably improved
 in the habits of human beings; but the
 spiritual side of him is yet untouched
 and that will be the longest road to
 travel. But MT Lewis said that the
 bright, forceful affectionate child has
 in him the beginnings of a great man,
 if he gets proper training from one
 who understands his temperament.
 Our smallest child rejoices under ti-
 tie which, up to date, is considerably
 longer than herself-no less than Ma
 bel, Maud Elaine Spadlin- -Clara-Bar-
 ton, Queen of the Orphanage, She was
 born late last June, of unwedded pa
 rents, about whom the least said the
 better, and was brought to us by a
 "baby farmer" who lived near the out
 skirts of Galveston until the flood
 washed her lair away. The puny, pitt
 ful-looking little hreature, half nour-
 ished and never cared for, was one
 mass of distressing sores, from the
 crown of its head to the soles of it's
 skeleton feet--a dreadful example of the
 Scriptural warning concerning the sins
 of the parents. Sse had literally been
 through the flood, floating in the gulf and rescued as by miracle--let us
 hope for some good purpose in heavens
 plan Never was seen more rapid i'm
 provement than this unpromising in- fant has made Now the sores are
 nearly healed and the tiny skeleton be- gins to take on flesh. From its clean
 white cot pair of beautiful blue eyes
 set in wizzened face that might be ages old, look out contentedly upon the
 world that hitherto used it so hardly.
 Then there is little Mabel Martin, whose start in life was almost as dis
 couragng. Born few months after her fathers death, at the home of her grandparents on Bernardino prairie, somewhere up In this big state of Tex asher mother came to Galveston soon as able, in search of work, bringing the baby along and leaving 1t by day in the care of an old woman The storm hame; the mother perished in trying to get to her child, and her poor body may yet be rotting under some of these heaps of wreckage. The faithful old woman saved the baby, though in wa ter up to the shoulders, protecting the little face by hiding it under her chin, and at last carrying the child on her head. The marvel is that it did not die of cold and exposure, for the wo- man had not dry rag nor anything to feed it. and nowhere to go but the open camp on the beach, There the Red Cross people found 1t two days later, still wet and almost dead from cold and hunger Time will not permit me to al of bn ntl cases equally interesting, but we must not quite omit Tommy Cobb, the oldest boy in the orphanage. He is nearing his fifteenth brthday--a handsome lad, with bright brown eyes that exact ly match his curling hair. A few short weeks ago he was an important factor in a happy home, near the west ern end of the city where his father owned dairy and small truck farm. Being intelligent and well-to-do. the family including Tommy's two sisters, were at least midway on the social lad der. In the midst of the storm they were all clinging to a door -jamb, and when the house fell the women were pinned under it and swept
 into the gulf, their bodies having never been found. Tommy and his father swam out alone, and at once became separated in the general confusion. The frantic father searched the place that a few minutes before had been nome, but all were gone. Drifting with the current, he finally caught hold of a floating oak tree, and there was Tom my scared half to death by huge noc- casin snake that had pre-emptied the | other end of the log! The snake was equally scared and easily dispatched; and so Tommy came to us until his | 'ather can get strengthened out and go | nto business again.
 Speaking of snakes; one of the hor- | 'ors of the storm was the number of ] hem that were swept into the water along with human beings, all fighting | 'or their lives. There were many moe 2asins and rattlers in unoccupied parts If this island, and especially on the | main land. Among a hundred grue- tome stories told of encounters with . hem in the food have space to repeat put one, which l know to be true. In fifteen miles from Calves on, wealthy old lady from the north vas stopping at the hotel, awaiting her
 on's return from some business trip. During the flood she managed to climb
 tree, but hardly had she reached a