The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1908-12-04

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inc feeling, is no other than John
HALEY, the popular proprietor of the
stage line, who had the reputation
of never being minute behind time
with his stages. This was an excep.
tional case, however, and the drivers
were commended for their kindness
in driving carefully Upon arriving
at the old Overland hotel, Mrs. Mann
pallet and all, was carried carefully
into the hotel and as carefully de-
posted on the floor of the office near
the counter.
Men coming in and seeing the bun
die lying there looked curiously
down, asking, What is it," Then
catching glimpse of her, "Oh, a
little girl" In a few moments she
was carried away to a comfortable
room and there enjoyed for the first
time since she started, sound, sweet
sleep. In year Mrs. Mann was
teaching again, so wonderful is the
effect Of Idaho climate.
4. i. !.
HOW THE BOY WAS SAVED.
Shameful to relate, he was in Jail.
A strange place for 12-year-old boy
with soul and heart.
The jailer had talephoned me one
cold wintery night that the boy was
in a spasm Of crying and had so
alarmed him that he urged me to
come at once. | grabbed my coat
and hat and went out into the night,
feeling that the pitless beat of the
sleety rain was ever kinder than
criminal law that condemns little
children to crime and iron cells. But
this was before the fight against the
Jail was fought and won This was
before love and firmness had sup
planted hatred and degradation.
Behind iron bars that would shame
the king tiger of the jungle | found
the boy. He was sleeping, and you
would have thought not a care had
ever visited that little tousled head
with it's worn and tear-stained face.
But he wakened. startled by the graf
ing of iron bolts and bars, and clink-
ing of great keys turning in their
solemn, monotonous locks, as the
jailer, leaving me alone with the boy,
returned from the cell back into the
1imly lighted corridor.
The boy frightened at these strange
looked at his new cell
nate at first cautiously-a almost fear
ully Then look of joy and glad
less came to his eyes, as might come
rom the captive at the approach of
leliverance. The boy knew me, for
le had been chronic little truant,
md there may have been worse
Kings, but they may be left unsaid,
or it was the boy, and not the
things we were trying to redeem.
| sat down in the cell on the iron
loor and put my arm around the boy.
told him how much / thought of
i'm, and how despised the bad
Kings he did. Yet what could | do
he did not help me? | might help
i'm, but / could not carry him; II
yould always be his friend, but he
vas getting both himself and his
riend, in trouble If he "swiped
nings,. for if l should let him out
nd he "swiped things" again, would
OF the officer say that the Judge
lade mistake in not sending that
Id to the state industrial school,
here he would not have chance to
wipe things?" Then they would say
9th the judge and the boy should be
Jail. How could he expect Judge
keep his job if his boys did such
lings? He saw the point and stand
g upright there in the cell the light
his eyes speaking better than his
ords, the earnestness of his prom
9 to "stay wild yer, judge as he
arfully declared he would never get
e into any trouble and we would
9TH keep out of Jail. >
And so / almost as tearfully ac- l.
pied his proffered protection, and Il
1t of the Jail we walked together
to the now raging storm. And yet,
was no such storm as had ragged in
at boys life-a home blighted by a A
Their who had deserted and trodden ly
n under foot every vow he took at b
Q marriage altar. And so W
Tiers care, the divine birthright of IL
cry child--had been denied him. N
e boy was not bad. His opportu- H
" had been poor; his environment m
IS bad. took him home to his "
'ther, poor, struggling woman de- ia
wing of better fate than to toll SO
day to feed and clothe her hungry or