Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-23

T want to see the lady whose baby ] was lost this morning." said to the maid that opened the door.
 "Yes'm Who'll I tell her?" ! Who? That stumped me. Not Nance Olden, late of the Vaudeville, later of the Van Twiller, and latest of the police station. No-not Nance Olden not
 "Tell her, please" I said, firmly, 'that I'm Miss Murison, of the X-Ray, and that the city editor has sent me | here to see her.
 That did ~. Hooray for the power of the press! She showed me into a long parlor, and sat down and waited.
 It was cool and quiet and softly pretty in that long par!or. The shades were down, the piano was open, the chairs were low and softly cushioned. 1 I leaned back and closed my eyes, ex- hausted. Bsl
 And suddenly -Mag!-I felt some thing that was a cross between rose leaf and a snowflake touch my hand. If it wasn't that delectable baby! I caught her and lifted her to my | lap and hugged the chuckling thing as though that was what I came for. Then, in moment, remembered the paper, and lifted her little white slip. l It was gone, Mag. The under-petti- coat hadn't a sign of the paper I'd pinned to it..
 My head whirled in that minute. suppose I was faint with the heat, with hunger and fatigue and worry, but felt myself slipping out of things when I heard the rustling of skirts, and there before me stood the mother of my baby.
 | The little wretch! She deserted me and flew to that pretty mother of hers in her long, cool white trailing things, and sat in her arms and mocked at me.
 i It was easy enough to begin talking. told her a tale about being news paper woman out on story; how I'd run across the baby and all the rest of it.
 q must ask your pardon" I finished up, flor disturbing you but two things sent me here-one to know if the baby got home safe, and the other" gulped, "to ask about a paper with some notes that I pinned to her skirt. |" She shook her head. It was in that very minute that I noticed the baby's ribbons Were pink; they had been blue in the morning. "Of course," suggested, you've had her clothes changed, and" "Why, yes, of course" said baby's i mother. "The first thing I did when 1 got hold of her was to strip her and put her in a tub; the second, was to discharge that gossiping nurse for letting her out of her sight" And the soiled things she had on -the dress with the blue ribbons?"
 "I'll find out," she said. She rang for the maid and gave her an order.
 "Was it valuable papsr?" she asked
 "Not-very," stammered. My tongue was thick with hope and dread. "Just-my notes, you know, but do need them. couldn't carry the baby easily so pinned them on her skirt distinguishing The maid came in and dumped little heap of white before me. I fell on my knees. ssSSSDh#ysSs prayed all rightT but I searched, too. And there it was. What I said to that woman I don't know even now. I flew out through the hall and down the steps and
 And there Kitty Wilson corralled me.
 Say, where's that stick-pin?" she cried.
 "Here!-here, you darling!" I said, pressing 1t into her hand. And, Kit ty. whenever you feel like swiping an other purse-just don't do it. It doesn't pay. Just you come down to the Vaudeville and ask for Nance Olden some day, and I'll tell you why"
 "Gee!" said Kitty, impressed. Shall shall call ye hanson. lady?"
 Should she! The blessed inspiration of her!
 I got into the wagon and we drove down street-to the Vaudeville.
 burst in past the stage doorkeeper, amazed to see me. and rushed into Fred Obermuller's office.
 '"There!" I cried, throwing that aw- full paper on the desk before him. Now cinch 'em. Fred Obermuller. as they cinched you. It'll be the holiest blackmail that ever-oh, and will you