Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-03-23
STORY OF A BRANDED BABY,
Romantic Tale Of Infant LEFT In
Founding Asylum.


Founding Asylum.
New York Press--What beautiful
romance Bal2ac could mako of this
thmhlsful of act were he here, For n
month or moro woman OF striking
form, with face deeply yelled, haunted
the orphan and founding asymms,
with Wow MS she frankly admitted,
20 adopting little boy. That she was
rich could be seen by her habit. That
she was OF the higher walks of society
could he told In her bearing That she
was cultured and refined anyone could
guess by her voice and language, She
must have boy Just SO old Just SO
complexioned, Just SO tall lust SO fea,
turod The attendants offered every
assistance gladly, as she was most
liberal in purse,
"Ono may not he too particular IN
adopting son or daughter" she said
one day to the matron OF i large IN.
stttution, therefore | desire the priv.
iiege Of making personal examination
Of each child that strikes my fancy,
There must not be n hlemish on face
or body, not the slightest fault or i'm.
perfection" Several hundred children
were looked over without discovering
her ideal 81 never seen q woman so
anxious TO adopt somebody else's kid"
an old nurse whispered to the house.
keeper, III she don't find what she
wants she'l so crazy" The days drag
ged on, the yelled woman continued
after each disappointment.
Now comes the pretty part of the
story II was late Friday afternoon
when the old nurse brought n pale lit
tie boy from the sick ward, Hes
weak ana thin, ma'am," she said, "and
don't show as well ms he ought, He ate
too much and got collicky. In day
or two he'll be quite himself again.
| kinder think you'd like him, but he's
got queer mark on his left shoulder
blade not birth mark. either
There ma'am," disrobing the child
There amt another scratch on him,
He's a perfect model" The yelled
woman half suppressed scream. She
felt of the scar, stared ut II through tho
black fabric that hid her features, and
finally kissed II as she took the boy In
her arms. Hes mine" she said. I'VE
need look no further. The scar Is
nothing II Will go away In year. |
can not take him with me until my
husband sees him, | viii telegraph Inn
mediately for him TO come. You keep
the chill. Let no one come near
him. On your life, let him not suffer
harm"
BY and by n dignifled and clustered
man of portly form and some 40 years
arrived In cab and looked at the
baby "Have you tried the ring?" he
whispered to his wife. ut Is not neces.
sary. Can't you see for yourself?
Nurse, will you find some wraps7 We
will take our treasure along He Is too
precious to trust here" When the
old woman had turned her back the
yelled one took a seal ring from her
purse and fitted II into the scar on
the baby's shoulder. Il am satisfied"
said the husband, patting the young.
ster affectionately. The nurse fetched
some odds and ends to keep the child
warm. When few prelIminarles had
been settled at the office and the ajop-
tiers and adopted we're about TO depart
the old woman became fearful
What? crying over foundlingP
You must like the boy" said the man.
with all my heart gusheI the nurse
And I'd never let him leave this place
il wasn't sure he's bein' adopted by
his own mother and father And may
God bless mimi"
Wasn't that enough 10 stagger hui.
mainly II took the father and mother
about three minutes to employ the
nurse for life 10 look after the young
man, and at wage that shattered for.
ever her faith In hospitals, sanitariums
and asylums. The founding Is now
installed In a silver cradle In one OF
the fashionable cross streets uptown,
said cradle being in gilded room In a
thirty.nve-foot house with window on
each side OF the entrance. And the
ring that burned the brand on IT'S
shoulder blade Is In the safest deposit
vault in New York.