The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1910-12-02

altcI twenty ulOutuS vi lStuiIiS
upon husks, a tramp was found by
his mother in this city last night.
They left on the Oriental Limited
early this morning for the home in
Livingston, Montana, where. tomor-
-ow, the fatted calf will be killed
to celebrate once more the joy of a
rrodigal's return.
At supper last evening in the cafe
of the Elman Hotel, two women,
strangers to each other and to the
city, happened to be seated at the
same table. One was neat
ly dressed, timid lady who was evil
IDENTIFY laboring under suppressed
excitement and perplexity. The
other was Mrs. Rose l.. Close. who
is a travelling demonstration for the
Inland Cracker company, and is a:
present employed in that capacity at
the Buckeye Grocery.
Introducing herself, Mrs. Close
sistance she might be able to give.
This was greedily accepted. The
lady presented her card. which real
Mrs. NJ. E. Delavergn, Livingston
Mont" 1t was explained that she
is the wife of a conductor on the
Northern Pacific railway. She came
to Wenatchee on the noon train in
search of her son who had left home
year and eight months ago when
he was only fifteen years of age.
Nothing had been heard of the
lad since that time until wire was
received this week from a friend re-
siding in Spokane that her boy was
in Wenatchee. where he had been
shipped by an employment agency,
but had failed to find work.
Taking the first train out of Liv-
ingston, Mrs. Delaversn came to this
city as fast as railway trains could
bring her. She had written her son
here, care general delivery, in hope
of finding him in that way, for she
had no clue except that he was in
Wenatchee somewhere. Calling at
the office in the evening, she found
that the letter had been called for,
but the boy did not answer to her
pleading to call at her hotel.
This was the perpleXing situation
when Mrs Close volunteered to aid
in the search. After finishing the
meal she suggested that they go
down the street and search the pool
halls and theatres. Mrs. Delavergn
was timid about entering any place
frequented by men alone, but Mrs.
Close said she would go through
Hades itself to find her lost boy If
she had one.
The very first place they came to
was the box ball alleys of B. T. Dun
can, where the post office was for
merly located. While they were
peering in the faces of different
young men who filled the room, a
hobo, ragged, dirty, his clothing
torn, his face covered with fuzzy
growth of youthful whiskers half
inch in length, his shoulders bowed.
altogether a pitiful travesty of man.
hood, brushed by the women as il
to go out the door.
Strange to say; it was Mrs. Close
who first suspected that this was
the boy they were searching for.
She called Mrs. Delavergn's atten-
ton and the mother threw herself
into her sons arms before the room
filled with men.
Together the three went to the
Elman. Frank-that was the fell
lows name-was hungry. This fact
spoke itself in every line of his hag-
gard face He was asked to come
into the cafe and order the best that
money could buy. No, he was toe
ashamed of his appearance to dc
that, starving though he was. He
wanted to take some money and go
down to some cheap restaurant, but
the mother would not allow him to
be out of her sight. She insisted
on going with him.
"Why did you ever run away from
homer" cried the overjoyed moth
er, gently Gliding her boy. To this
question he made no reply. While
Mrs. Delavergn was upstairs getting
her wraps, the matronly friend de-
livered a lecture to the youth. He
acknowledged having an ideal home
and that his mother and father had
been as kind to him as any boy could
ask.
my boy" said Mrs. Close, "you
can never have but one mother and