Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-03-23

later Willie told his story as best he
could 1t was not a lucid story in every
! way, but it was romantic from nus
Childish lips. He could not remember
every place he had been. but he gave
an idea of his travels. so that 1t VIII
be possible for the police to cover Il
part of the trail made by the kidnap-
pers.
Papa" said the boy in tone OF
childish prattle; Il have been buggy
riding. been on cars, and in nice big
white house that looked like hospital.
| have been treated nice and had lots
of good things to eat.
Tells of Leaving School.
zone man. tall and with black
mustache came to the school house
Thursday and told my teacher Mrs,
Anna Lewis, that YOU wanted me at
your office | went out to buggy with
him got in and then he got in. Then
we rode away. On the way down town
he asked me to address letter to YOU.
l did this and then dropped it into
mail box. He was awfully kind.
I'VE went from Sharon to Warren.
We had the incest trip. The man, who
was the same one who brought me TO
the car line last night was nice to me
He tucked the robe about my legs and
made me comfortable 1t was nice
ride and l enjoyed it. Gee, he was
good.
when swe got to a place the man
said was Warren the man left the bug
gy in the road. Then we got on what
1 think was an electric car. l don't
just remember what it was but it was
something like a street car. l don't
know what became of the horse ana
buggy 1 was sleepy when we got on
, the car and slept much of the way to
the place where we were going.
Thinks He Was in Hospital.
when we got to a town that the
man called New Castle. they took me
to big building and turned me over
to woman. She was good to me. The
hospital, or whatever the building was.
was clean place. There was man
there who / think was a doctor He
looked like doctor, because he had
whiskers-short gray whiskers.
"The people in the hospital told me
that / must do just what they told me
to do. If l did not obey them they said
they would take me to place called
the pesthouse, where folks that have
smallpox have to go. 1t was not Il
clean or pretty place to go they told
me. ] would have been good anyhow,
but when l thought there was any
chance of having to go to the pesthouse
Il did not do thing that 1 shouldn't
have done
II f1,N n1o1ly i,yf lSn n
boy, papa; like you've told me to do.
Ashtabula Trip is Told.
"On Saturday night 1 was taken away
from the hospital and l think we went
to a town called Ashtabula. We trav-
eled in buggy and on foot. Early
in the morning we went back to the
hospital. / heard one of the men say:
There will be nothing doing tonight, /
guess
Il might have been right here in
lCleveland. tho, papa, for some of the
town that | saw last night on the car
looked like the place we went to Sat-
urday night.
"They told me all along that l was
just taking a little vacation. l was
not going to be hurt. they told me. So
just acted nice and had a good time
playing around the hospital. l knew 1
would get back home all right and just
supposed Mr.. Jones' was one of my
friends who was treating me nice be-
cause you wanted him to treat me that
way. papa, dear"
"Happiest Night of His Life"
The boy told the story slowly. At
times he stopped and kissed and
hugged the father His father sat as
if in a trance. The music of his boys
voice seemed to charm him as no mus
ic ever had before. A minute after the
lad finished his narrative and the de-
tectives We're standing around admir-
ing him, the father said: willie, 1 am
happier tonight than 1 have ever been
before in my whole life"
Little Willie slipped his arms around
his fathers neck and imprinted a kiss
ON his fathers lips. The tears rolled
from Whitlas eyes. He gazed at the
child for moment and then, stroking
the blonde locks of Willie, lle said,
slowly:
"God bless you, my darling boy
Child is Put to Bed.
WhitFa handed the boy to Detective
Perkins and reaching into a grip pro-
duced little nightgown for the boy.
The gown has been in the grip con-
stantly since the boy was kidnapped.
The father has always been deter
mined that his child should have a
good nights rest after being found. So
in the sight of the detectives, Whitla
stripped the little sweater, pants,
stockings, shoes, and underclothes -
the same ones that the boy wore
away when he was kidnapped-from
off the child's form, and robing him in
the nightgown, prepared him for bed.
The father and son knelt down and
prayed and then the little fellow was
tucked into his bed by his father. He
was asleep in few minutes.
DEMONSTRATION AT HOME.