The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-07-25
!: PRINCES PRIDE and
PEACOCK Feathers.
A Story Of t4igh Life.

& A Story Of High Cife. 3
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am a working woman and accus-
toned to being out at all hours. am
accustomed also to all people and all
things, and nothing frightens or as.
tonishes me.
When, therefore, sat one night In
the Pennsylvania railroad depot, Jer-
sey City side, was aroused to no in
terest at all by the appearance Of q
tall, slender, elderly woman Of elegant
bearing with n young baby. The wo-
man came In, sat down beside me, then
got up, hesitated, placed the baby In
the seat and came back.
Taking particular notice of her for
the first time, saw that she was Of
graceful, even dignifed. carriage. with
refinement Of face and flgure-a lady
from boots to bonnet. She seemed in
such uncertainty that spoke to her.
"Can I be of assistance to you?"
asked
"Yes and no." said she hesitatingly.
Il have lost my railrond ticket. Could
you-would you-let me leave my bag
gage here one minute by the side Of
you?"
Certainly" said.
at this she deposited iler saicnei, UNI
brella, shawl and baby In the sent by
my side and walked over to the ticket
office.
The baby, little thing not over q
year old, leaned against me comforta-
bly,, and 1 chatted to it as q woman
will. When 1 turned to look at the
ticket Office, the woman was not there,
and, leaning forward in the seat, I
glanced down through the door to the
ferry entrance beyond without seeing
her.
minute later the gong Of my ferry
boat was changing, but could not
leave, for the woman had not returned
to take her baby. To make ny story
short, sat there until the ferryboat
had gone many times and until many
new sets Of passengers had come and
gone from the ferryhouse, but my wo-
man returned not.
Then. taking the baby. stepped over
to the ticket Office. ibid a woman
with baby-I mean without baby
buy ticket here-a tall, gray haired
woman?"
The clerk looked at me supercilious-
~. Il do not recognize any one from
that description" he said.
This baby was left with me an hour
ago." said. "and I am looking for the
woman"
"You had better go over. to the New
York side," said he. 'Your woman
probably crossed an hour ago. Take
this boat, and probably you will over
take her"
So with the baby, the hand satchel,
the shawl and the umbrella ! crossed
the Jersey ferry and landed ut Cort-
landt street, New York. But here /
could not get any satisfaction, for no
one had seen my woman, and no one
would take the baby. At the sugges-
ton Of q policeman took cab and
drove to Bellevue hospital, only to be
told that Blackwelrs island was the
place for a waif.
But Blackwelrs island Is across the
river" said, "and am hefe."
Then take it to the police station"
suggested the Bellevue official.
l took the baby, which by this time
mad slumbered comfortably In my arms,
to the police station, but the official
could do nothing for me.
The baby was not found In our pre.
cinct," said he, "and must refer you
elsewhere. think" he added, .sthat
as it was found on the Jersey City side
you Will have to find a place for it In
me public institutions OF New Jersey.
Setter take it home tonight and start
out again in the morning." .
AS 1T was now midnight, took his
advice. I carried the baby home, and
there, with the help of my old care.
taker, we fixed little bed for It on
the sofa and made 1t comfortable. My
caretaker, dear old woman, after she
mad recovered from her surprise, warm.
ed little food for the child and sooth.
ed it to sleep as Lest she could.
The next morning bright and carly ]
started out on my quest for q home for
the baby, but not until I had amused
myself with it for an hour, admirine
.:s Pretty why's aHd wondering how
any one could have tho heart to forsake
Il aqd particularly how ench O refined
woman c0uld do 90 cruel q deed.
As said. I ann a. busy woelrer. .
am newspapers woman, aad before
going on my private mission /, called
upon my chief and told him of my nnd.
That would make an excellent news-
paper STORY" said he.s re sSs ~ S aS
:. Yes. said ], "and you can publish
IT. Put the chiId's picture In the paper,
out leave out my name. Maybe we
can trace the woman quietly
but we could not trace the woman;
neither conld j find a place for the
child abandoned In q ferfyhouse. It |
was as though She hnd been born In
n,docean-Sa child without a town or
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