Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1907-12-14

the father. Isn't there something lonely
and almost pathetic in it? He looks as
if he were waiting for somebody who
would never come--a figure of deserted
childish patience" He hailed the child
and turned away again. He knows the
road?" he asked There is no danger of
his losing himself?"
He knows the way" she answered.
I'VE have been here twice day for a
month past"
So they marched on. well pleased. talk
ing of indifferent matters, and the little
fellow sat on the camp stool behind them
and held animated talk with Nature.
The gray-bearded man wandered
through the wood with his chin sunk upon
his breast and his eyes fixed upon the
ground He was tall and gaunt and swar-
thy, and looked as II he had a considera-
BILE strain Of the Jew in him. His nose
was like an eagles beak and ascetically
fine. His temples were followed like
those of a death's-head, and his eyes,
which were large and brown and mourn
full to the verge of pathos, were the eyes
of born dreamer and a fanatic by ma
| ture.
1t was already dusk when the old Nj
hilist turned bis footsteps into the wood,
and having just remembered that he had
not broken his fast for seven or eight
hours, he had somewhat quickened his
usual thoughtful pace, when the sound
of sob reached his ear and he stopped
suddenly to look about him. Within
yard or two sat the lost child on the
camp stool, with his back against a broad
tree trunk. The old man knelt on the
Orn nd IA of h. c1~ box
straw hat had fallen off and lay beside
him, his golden hair was tumbled and
disordered, his long dark lashes were still
wet, and his rosy cheeks were blurred and
soiled with the traces of his tears
Eth ! La, la, la ?" said the old fellow,
in a plying accent. Lost Did we
sleep in despair, dear little heart? in
tears? in terror? And God sendeth
hand, ere yet it is night time To the
child rescue, and to the old man teach
ing"
Then he took the child softly In his
arms. and gathering up the hat and the
| camp stool, entered the wood. As he did
so, faint and distant cry reached his
ears, and he stopped to listen. 1t was re-
peated once or twice, family and more
family, and then died away. He started
anew almost at run, but he was old,
and the lad was unusually solid and we'll
grown for his years, so that the burden
soon told on him, and brought him to a
walk again. 1t was full mile, from the
spot to which the child had wandered to
the Cheval Blanc, and when the little
hostel was reached the bearers back and
arms were aching rarely. The landlady
met him in tho passage with a cry.
"Oh, the little Anglais! You have
found him, monsieur? Jeanne, run to the
woods and tell them that the child is
found"
You know him?" asked Dobroski.
who is he? Where does he liveY"
He is the child of the English at
the hotel des Postes," answered the wom-
an, standing on tiptoe to kiss the boy.
He has been lost this five hours" Do
broski turned into the street, and the
woman followed him talking all the way.
He is the only child of his parents, and
their cherished. Imagine, then, the do
spair of the mother, the inquetude of his
father They are rich See how the child
is dressed. There is nothing you might
not ask for"
The old man smiled at this, but said
the hotel, where the boy was received
with such noisy demonstrations of pleas
ure that he awoke. Being awake. and
recognizing his surroundings. he adapted
himself to them with an immediate phil
osophy, and demanded something TO eat.
A second messenger was dispatched to
the wood to bring back the party who had
gone in search of him.
His mother kissed him frantically and
cried over him, but his father set out
! for the Cheval Blanc to thank his res
,uer. He found Dobroski seated in lit
tie room with sanded floor, and began
to stammer his gratitude in broken and
mutilated French.
1T was piece of good fortune to find
him." said Dobroski, speaking English,
to the others great relief II am de-
lighted that the pleasure was mine"
II don't know how to thank you"
said the Englishman, little awkward
ly, Juggling purse from his trousers
pocket. For moment Dobroski fancied
the stranger meant to offer him money,
but he merely produced card, That's
my NAME" said the Englishman, blum
deringly. Austin Farley. Upon my
word. l really don't know how to thank
you"
my good, good sir" returned Dobro-
ski, what would you have had? What
was to do2 He was sure to be found,
and 1t was my good fortune to have found
him"
you must let his mother come and
thank you, sir" said the Englishman.
Upon my word really don't know what
to say to tell you how grateful and oblig-
ed l am. His mother has been In the
greatest anxiety. You must let her. come
and thank you"