The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1911-08-25
HE FOUND
A BROTHER
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By ARTHUR RoYNToN
Cartwright Inv American Press Assoc
by American Press Asso-
citation. 1911.

SlOuulLy dI1u lHey tdthcu u 6IcAI ucul
about me. One day they took me away
very hurriedly to another city, where
they kept me for n long while, send
ing me out to steal what l could get
my hands ON. One day after being
out on this errand l returned to the
shabby room and found it empty.
l must have been about seven years
old at this time. At any rate, l was
old enough to pick up a living as a
street gamin. l didn't like stealing
because 1 had heen often kicked and
| cuffed for doing so. l therefore in
vested the proceeds of a very success
full theft in newspapers and entered
upon that business. On one or two
occasions l got out into the country
and longed to be there instead Of in
the dirty and dingy city. This threw
me into the profession Of tramp, but !
instinctively shrank from asking peo-
| pie for food, therefore I made a very
poor living. I noticed that whenever
I asked any n for help I was always
looked upon with a sort OF curiosity
that l did not understand.
One night. tired and hungry, I was
tramping on q road. l. had failed to
obtain any supper. and no one would
let me sleep on the premises. / was
about to choose my accustomed bed on
such occasions, two fiat fence rails.
when l saw a dim light ahead. Trudg-
ing on. l came to Il house.
1npl.o1 in St 81 window and GNU
that the room was lighted by bright
Goals left from Il wood fire. There
was 81 bearskin rug before the fire.
place. and l longed to lie down on 1T
and have a comfortable sleep. I tried
the window sash, expecting to find it
locked, but 1t wasn't. ! could lift it
easily and without making a sound.
then climbed into the room.
The house no doubt belonged to we'll
to do persons. They had evidently
gone to bed. 1 thought I might snatch
a few hours sleep and get out before
any one moved in the morning. I
knew it would he risky to do 30, but I
was desperate and ready to take any
chance. So down I got on the rug and
had hardly struck 1t when I fell asleep.
was awakened by being shaken.
Opening my eyes. 1 perceived that the
room was illuminated. A man in pa
jamas was stopping beside me. shak-
ing me with u hand and holding a
cooked revolver in the other.
"Get III and get out of here" he said
roughly.
"All right" l replied.
Raising myself, l stood m my feet
and rubbed my eyes. The man asked
me how ] got in and what I came for.
He soon saw that l was not danger
" and knocked his pistol. When he
learned that I vas a tramp and tired
and hungry he softened toward me. I
noticed that he looked at me with that
same curious gaze with which others
had regarded lie. After talking with
me a few minutes he got me some
thing to eat and. not having the heart
to turn me out. told me he would show
me into IL room where I could sleep till,
morning. l told him / would rather
lie on the rug, and he said l might do
so. He had come down before going
to sleep to make SURE the fire was in
safe condition, had seen me lying be-
fore 1t. had gone back upstairs for a
revolver and had awakened me.
In the morning early he came down,
reused me and told me to follow him
upstairs, showing me into a beautiful
tiled bathroom and pointing to a suit
Of clothes, with undergarments. hang
ing to hooks. I bathed, put on the
clothes and went downstairs. The
man who had befriendcd me was
there and. turning, gazed at me stead
fly and with a wondering look.
IF l { didn't know better" he said. II
would think you were my " broth
err
He led me to a pier glass, where our
figures were reflected. had never
seen myself decently dressed before
and was astonished at the change in
my appearance. l was as much aston
ished as he ut the resemblance between
me and the man beside me. Turning
to me, he said:
You're no tramp. saw that last
night. You are or were at least born a
gentleman. You've got gentler blood
In your veins than I. You're working
some game"
l assured him that he was mistaken
and during u conversation gave him
the sketch Of my life ! have given
here. From the first he seemed moved
by some powerful emotion. Before
had finished he ran into the hall and
called: Mother. Emily! Jack! Come
here"
When these persons came down he
said to them, Look at us two t0geth-
er and tell me who you think he is"
"Ol. heavens!!' exclaimed the moth
er. '.Can he be Julian"
In a few words 1t was explained to
me that sixteen years before her little
boy. five years old. had been kidnapped.
During the negotiations for his return
the kidnapers had become frightened
md disnDDeared. The child was at