Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-03-25
THE BOYS STORY.

Wh!tla received the newspaper men
later. Willie told his story as best
he could. II was not a lucid story in
every way but II was romantic from
his childish lips. He could not re-
member every place ne had been but
he gave an Idea Of his travels 40 that
It will he possible for the police to
cover a part Of the trail made by the
k~idnappers.
Papa" said the boy in a tone Of
childish prattle. Il nave been buggy
riding, been on cars nd in a nice big
white house that looked like q hos
pital. I have been treated nice and
had lots Of good things to eat
ono man. tall and with a black
moustache came to the school house
Thursday n told my teacher that
you wanted mo at your office. went
out to a buggy with him. Then We
rode away. On the way down town
he asked me to address a letter to you.
I did this and then dropped It into a
mail box. He was awfully kind.
WENT TO WARREN.
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 Tonight vas nice to me. Gee!
He was good.
when We got 70 . place the man
said wa Warren the man left the buggy
in the road. Then We got on what I
think was an electric car. I don't just
remember what II was but 1t was some-
thing like a street car. I don't know
what became OF the horse n buggy.
I va asleep when we got IN the car
and I slept much OF the way to where
We were going.
when we got to a town that the mar
called Newcastle they took me to a big
building and turned me over to a wo-
man. Size was good to me. The hospital.
or whatever the building was a clean
place. There was 4 man there who I
think was a doctor. He looked ike a
doctor. because he had whiskers, short
grey whiskers.
WAS TOLD TO MIND.
/. THE people in the hospital told ne
that I must do Just what they told me-
to do. II did not obey them they sail
they would take me to a place called
the pest house where folks that have
smallpox have to go. 1t was not a clean
OF pTetty ptaCO to 3D. tHcy ttlu T1e.
II walked the chalk just like a good
hoy. papa like you've told me to do.
"On Saturday night I was taken away
from the hospital and I think we vert
to a town called Ashtabula, We traveled
In a buggy n on foot. Early In tn.
morning We went back to the hospital.
I heard one OF the men say. there will
be nothing doing tonight. I guess
Il might rave been right here in
Cleveland, though. Papa, for some OF
the town that I saw tonight on the
car looked like the place we went 70
Saturday night.
"They told me- all along that I was
just taking n little vacation. wasn't
going TO be hurt, they told me. So I
Just acted nice and had a good time
playing around tho hospital. knew
I would get back home all right ana.
Just supposed MIR. Jones was one Of
my friends who was treating me nice
because you wanted him to treat me
that way. papa, dear"
The boy told the story slowly. Al
times he stopped and kissed n hug
ged his father. The father sat as II
In a trance. The music OF his boys
voice seemed to charm him as no
music ever had before. A minute AZ.
ter the lad finished his narrative. and
the detectives were standing around
admiring him. the father said;
willie, ! am happier tonight than
! ever have been before in my whole
life"
Little Willie slipped his arm
around his fathers neck and imprint
ed 4 kiss Oh his fathers lips. Tho
tears rolled from Whitla's eyes. He