South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-09-29

haps already fallen beneath tho iron
hoofs OF galloping steeds-oh, isn't Il
dreadful"
Amt that right?" agreed Mr.
Toomey, squeezing her hand. say /
start out and help look for UNI
Perhaps" said Miss Purdy. you
should. But, oh, Mr.. Toomey, you are
so dashing-so reckles-suI pose in
your enthusiasm some accident
should befall you, then what
Old man Denny read on about tho
arbitration agreement. with one fin
ger on the lines
In the second hoor front Mr.. and
Mrs McCaskey came 10 the window
TO recover their second wind.
It's little Mike Is lost" said Mrs.
McCaskey IN a hushed voice. the
beautiful little. trouble making an
gel OF a gossoon!"
The bit OF a boy mislaid ," said
Mr. McCaskey, leaning out Of the
window. Why, now. that's bad
enough, entirely. The childer, they be
different II twas a woman I'd be
wilIin' for they leave peace behind
EN- when they GO"
Disregarding the thrust, Mrs. Nc
t-dEktN caught A4EI Alu5DlAAa = dsA III
"Jawn," she said. sentimentally
Misses Murphy's little bye is lost
/ STls a great city for losing little boys
Six years old he was Jawn, it's the
same age our little bye would have
/ been If we had had one six years
ago"
we never did" said Mr.. Nc
Caskey. lingering with the fact
But If We had, Jawn, think what
sorrow would be in our hearts this
night. with our little Phelan run
away and stolen in the city no.
where's az all"
''Ye talk foolishness." said Mr.
McCaskey. tbs Pat he would bC
named, after me old father in Can
trim
I'VE lie" said Mrs. McCaskey
/ without anger Me brother wa.
worth tin dozen bog-trotting Me
Caskeys. After him would the bye
/ be named" She leaned over the win
dOwsill and looked down at the hur
rying and hustle below.
"Jawn," said Mrs. McCaskey. soft
", I'm sorry L was hasty wild ye.'
Twas hasty puddin, as We say.
said her husband, "ani hurry up tur
nips and -on-ye coffee
! Twas whs We could call a ouicl
lunch, all right, and tell no lie"
Mrs. McCaskey slipped her arm in
side her husbands and took hi
rough hand in hers.
Listen at the cryin' of poor Mrs
Murphy" she said. tbs an aWfu
thing for bit Of q bye to be lost il
this great big city. If twas our littl,
Phelan. Jawn, I'd be breakin' M
heart"
Awkwardly Mr.. McCaskey with
drew his hand. But he laid it aroun,
the nearing shoulder of his wife
TITS foOlishness. Of course" sale
he, roughly, but I'd be cut up SOM
meself If our httle-Pat was kid
mapped or anything. But there neve
was any childer for us. Sometime
I've been ugly and hard with ye
Judy. Forget it."
They leaned together. and locke
down at the heart-drama being acte,
below.
Long they sat thus. People surge,
; along the sidewalk, crowding. ques
tioning, filling the air with rumors
and inconsequent surmises. Mrs
Murphy ploughed back and forth il
their midst, like a soft mountain
down which plunged an audible cata
ract OF tears. Couriers came am
went.
Loud voices and a renewed uproa
We're raised in front OF the boarding
house.
WHATS up now. judy" asked MI
MCaskey.
"'Tis Misses MurI hy'S voice" sal,
; Mrs. McCaskey, barking. She say
she's after finding little Mike asleel
) behind the roll of old linoleum undo
the bed in her room
Mr.. McCaskey laughed loudly.
That's yer Phelan," he shouted