Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1909-08-05

at it again." meditated the policeman.
"T wonder shall l go up and stop the
row. l will not. Married folks they
are, and few pleasures they have.
Twill not last long. Sure. they'll have
to borrow more dishes to keep it up
with"
And Just then came the loud scream
below stairs, betokening fear or dire
extremity. "'Tis probably the cat"
said Policeman Cleary and walked has
lilly in the other direction.
The boarderS on the steps We're tlut-
tered. Mr.. Toomey, IN 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 to the sky for the loss
Of thirty pounds of ~freclles and mis-
chief. Bathos truly. but Mr.. Toomey
sat down at the side of Miss Purdy,
millinery, and their hands am togeth-
er in sympathy. The two old maids.
Misses Walsh. who complained every
day about the noise in the halls, in
quired Immediately If anybody had
looked behind the clock.
Major Grigs. who sat by his fat wife
on the top step. arose and buttoned his
coat The little lost:' he eNclaim-
ed. II will the city" His wife
never allowed him out after dark. But
now she said Go, Ludovic!!' in a bar
itone voice. "Whoever can look upon
that mothers grief without sprinsing
to her relief has a heart of stone"
Give me some so or-6O cents. my
love-" said the major. Lost children
sometimes stray far. 1 may need car
fares"
Old man Denny. hall room. fourth
floor back, who sat ON the lowest step.
trying to read a 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 q boy?'
"Wen'd We see him last?" asked old
man Denny. with one eye OF the re-
port of the Building Trades league.
ooh" walled Mrs. Murphy, "'twas
Yesterday, or maybe four hours ago.
l dunno. But it's lost he is. me little
boy Mike. He was playin' on the side
walk only this mornin'-or was it
Wednesday? I'm that busy With work
tits hard to keep up with dates. But
I've looked the house over from top
to cellar. and it's gone he is. oh. for
the love av hiven"-
Silent. grim. colossal, the big city
has over stood against its revilcrs.
They call it hard as iron; they say
that no pulse of pity beats in its
bosom; they compare its streets With
lonely forests and deserts of lava. But
beneath the hard crust of the lobster
is found a 1electabie and luscious food
Perhaps Il different smile would have
been wiser. Still. nobody should take
olfense. We would call no one a lob
ster without good and sufficient claws
No calamity so touches the common
heart of humanity as does the strayina
of n little child. Its feet are so un.
certain and feeble. The ways are s.
steep and strange.
Major Griggs hurried down to the
corner and up the avenue into Billy's
place. Gimme a rye high he said
to the servitor. Haven't seen a bow
legged, dirty faced little devil of 8
s~iN-year-old lost kid around anywhere
have YOU"
Mr.. Toomey retained Miss Purdy's
hand on the steps. Think of tina
dear little babe" said Miss purdy
Cost from his mothers side. perhap:
already fallen beneath the iron hoof:
of %galloping steeds. Oh. isn't it dread
ful:"
Amt that right?" agreed MI. Too
mey. squeezing her hand. Say l star
out and help look for UNI"
Perhaps" said Miss Purdy, 'yo1
should. But. oh. Mr.. Toomey. YOU ar,
so dashing. so reckless. Suppose il
your enthusiasm some accident shoul,
befall you. then what
Old man Denny read on about tn
arbitration agreement. with one fnge
Oh the lines.
In the second floor front Mr.. AM
Mrs. McCask"y came to the windoy
to ecOver their second wind. Mr.. Nc
Caskey vas scnoDing turnips out of hi
vest with Il crooked forefinger, and hi
lady vas wiping an eye that the sal
of the roast pork had not benefited
They heard the cutlery below an
thrust their heads out of the window.
Ills little Mike is lost" said Mrs
McCaskey in a hushed voice, 18th
beautiful little trouble making angel G
a g%ossoon!."
THE bit of Il boy mislaid." said NJ:
McCaskey. leaning out of the window
"Why. now, that's bad enough. entire
ly. The childer, they be different. ]
twas a woman I'd be willin', for the
leave peace behind 'em when they go.
Disregarding the thrust, Mrs. NJ
Caskey caught her husbands arm.
"Jawn," she said sentimental.
"Missis Murphy's little bye is los
, IT'S a great city for losing little boy
Six years old he was. Jawn, tits tt
same age our little bye would hay