The Caucasian., 1909-07-18

at it again. meditafed the policeman.
81 wonder shall / go up and stop the
row. | will not. Married folks they
are, and few pleasures they nave.
Twill not last long. Sure, they'll have
to borrow more dishes to Keep it up
with"
And lust then came the loud scream
below stairs. betokeuing fear or dire
extremity. "'Tis probably the cat,
said Policeman Cleary and walked has
tily In the other direction.
The boarders on the steps were fut-
tered. Mr.. ToOmey. an insurance so
licitor by birth and an investigator by
profession. went inside, to analyZe the
scream. He returned with the news
that Mrs. Murphy's little boy, Mike.
was lost. Following the messenger,
out bounced Mrs. Murphy-200 pounds
in tears and Mysteries, clutching the
air and bowling tdGhe sky Or the loss
of thirty pounds oHfreckles and mis-
chief. Bathos truly, but Mr. oomey
sat down at the side oRMiss Purdy,
millinery, and their hands came togeth-
er In sympathy The two old maids,
Misses Walsh, who complained every
day about the noise In the halls, In
quired Immediately 4 anybody cad
looked behind the clock.
Major Grigg, who sat by his 1RSwife
| on the top step, arose and buttoned his
coat. "The little one lostY' he exclaim-
ed. 81 will scour the CITY," lis wife
never allowed him out after dark. But
now she said go, Ludovic!' in bar
/ itone voice. whoever can look upon
that mothers grief without springing
to her relief has a heart oH stone"
"Give me some 80 or-60 cents, my
love-" said the major. Lost chilcren
sometimes stray far. 1may need car
| fares"
Old man Denny, hall room, Burth
| floor back, who sat onGh lowest step,
trying to read paper by the street
lamp. turned over a page to follow up
the article about the carpenters strike.
Mrs. Murphy shrieked to the moon,
"Oh, ar-r-Mike; FIR Gawd's sake, where
is me little bit av bOy?"
"Wen'd We see him last?" asked old
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port of the Building Trades league.
"Oh," walled Mrs. Murphy, "'twas
Yesterday, or maybe four hours ago.
| dunno. But it's lost he is, me little
boy Mike. He was playin' on the side
walk only this mornin'-or was II
Wednesday? I'm that busy with work
it's hard to keep up with dates. But
I've looked the house over from tor
to cellar, and it's gone he Is Oh, foi
the love av hiven"-
Silent. grim, colossal, the big city
has ever stood against its revilers
They call it hard as iron; they say
that no pulse of pity beats in it:
bosom; they compare its streets will
| lonely forests and deserts of lava Blu
beneath the hard crust of the lobster
is found delectable and luscious food
Perhaps a different simile would hav'
been wiser. Still, nobody should taxi
offense. We would call no one lob
ster without good and sufficient claws
No calamity so touches the common
heart of humanity as does the strayinl
of q little child. IT'S feet are SO un
: certain and feeble. The ways are s.
steep and strange.
Major Griggs hurried down to tn
: corner and up the avenue into Billy
place Gimme q rye high he sal,
r to the servitor. Haven't seen a boy
s legged. dirty faced little devil of
e six-year-old lost kid around anywhere
have your
S Mr. Toomey retained Miss Purdy'
: hand on the steps. Think of tha
). dear little babe,'' said Miss Purdy
5 "lost from his mothers side, perhap
r already fallen beneath the iron hoof
7 of galloping steeds. Oh. isn't it dread
e ful?''
"Ain't that right?" agreed Mr. Too
: mey, squeezing her hand. Say star
G out and help look for um!'
~Perhaps," said Miss Purdy, "yo
e should But, oh, Mr.. Toomey, you ar
I so dashing, so reckless. Suppose i
G your enthusiasm some accident shoul
{ befall you, then what
t Old man Denny read on about tn
{ arbitration agreement, with one finge
S on the lines.
ot In the. second floor front Mr.. an
Mrs. McCaskey came to the windol
1 to recover their second wind. Mr. Mt
: Caskey was scooping turnips out Of hi
:. vest with crooked forefnger, and hi
r lady was wiping an eye that the sal
a of the roast pork had not benefited
I They heard the outcry below an
thrust their heads out of the window.
: "'Tis little Mike is lost" said Mr..
I McCaskey in a hushed voice, "th
beautiful little trouble making angel Q
: gossoon!'
Y The bit of boy mislafd,'' said Nj
t McCaskey, leaning out of the window
T why, now, that's bad enough, entire
z ly. The childer, they be different ]
: twas woman I'd be willin', for the
{ leave peace behind 'em when they go.
Disregarding the thrust, Mrs. NJ
: Caskey caught her husbands arm
h "Jawn," she said sentimentalIy
/, "Missis Murphy's little bye is los
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