The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-10-06

And Just then came tho loud
scream below stairs. betokening fear
or dire extremity. "'Tir probably
the cat" said Policeman cieary. and
walked hastily In the other direc'
ton.
| Tho boardcrs on tho steps were
fluttcred Mr.. Toomcy. mn inHur'
ancc solicitor by birth and AN IN
vestigator by profession. went In
side 10 nnalyxe the scream. lie re-
turned with tho news that Mrs'
Murphy's little boy. Mike. was lost
Following the messenger. out
bounced Mrs. Murphy--two hundred
pounds tears and hysterics'
ciutehing tho air and bowling 10 the
sky for the loss of thirty pounds OF
freckies and mischief. Pathon truly
but MIR. Toorncy sat down at the
side OF Miss Purdy. millinery. ana
their hands camc together In sym
pathy. The two old maids. Misses
Walsh. who complained every day
about the noise In tho halls. inquired
Immediately II anybody had looked
behind tho clock.
Major Griggs. who sat by his fat
wife on tho top step. arose and but
toned HIS coat. 'The little one iostF
no exclaimed. II viii scour the
city," His wife never allowed him
out after dark. Hut now she said
Go. Ludovicr In baritone voice.
whoever can look upon that
mothers grief without springing TO
her relief has heart Of stone
Give me some thirty or-rixty
cents, my love-" said tho Major,
Lost children sometimes stray far.
I may need onrfares"
-when'd 70 sec him iastr- asked
old man Denny. with on. eye on
tho report Of tho Building Trades
League.
oh" walled Mrs Murphy. TWAS
Yesterday. or maybe four hours ago
1 dunno. But IT'S lost no Ia. me Ut
tic boy Mike. lie was pinyin' on the
sidewalk only this mornin'-or was
Il Wednesday, ! am that busy with
work. 'tia hard to keep up with
dates. But Two looked the house
over from top 20 cellar. and It's gone
he II. oh, for tho love nv Hiven--"
No calamity 30 touches tho corn
mon heart OF humanity M does the
strayinE OF little child. Their feet
arc 80 uncertain and feeble. tho ways
are No steep and strange.
Major Criggs hurried down 70 the
corner, and up tho avenue into
Bniy's place. Gimme q rye-high.
no said 90 tho srrvitor. Haven't
neen a bow.icEE~d. dirty4faced little
devil OF nix-year- lost KID
around here anywhere. have your
SIR. Toomey retained Miss Purdy's
hand on the steps. Think OF that
dear u,tis babe naid Mias Purdy,
lost from his mothers side--pcr'
hap. already fallen beneath the iron
hoofs Of galiopins steeds--oh. Isn't
II drcadfuly'
Amt that right7- agreed Mr..
Toomey. squeezing her hand Say
start out and help look for 'umr
Perhaps" said Mis-. Purdy. you
should. hut. oh, Mr.. Toomey. you
are 30 dashlnw--so rockiess--suppose
in your enthusiasm some accident
I hflol+1 VfAah lR1s haFh
Old man Denny read on about the
arbitration agreement. with one
finger on tho lines.
In tho second floor front Mr.. and
Mrs. McCask~y cams 70 tho window
1 10 recover their second wind
IT'S little Mike 10 lost" said Mira
Mccaskey. In n hushcd voice. tho
beautiful. little. trouble making angel
Of wosroon,-'
Tho bit Of . boy misiaidr- said
Mr.. Mccaskcy. leaning out Of the
window. why. now. that's bad
enough. entirely. The chiider. they
be different II twas n woman Id
be wiiiin'. for they leave peace be
hind I'm when they 60"
Disrcgardlng the thrust. Mrs. Nc
caxkry caught her husbands arm.
"Jawn." she said scntimeniaily.
~Aiissis Murphy's little bye 10 lost.
It's a great city for losing little
boys Six years old hc was. Jawn.
Ills the same age our little bye
would have been II NO had had one
ak years ago"
I'VE never did.- said Mr.. McCas
key. lingering with the fact
But II we had. Jawn. think what
sorrow would be In. our HEARTS this
night, with our little Pheian run
away and stolen In the city no
where's at all"
"Ye talk foolishness.- said Mr..
McCaskcy. IT'S Pat he would be
named. after mo old father In Can
trim"
-Ye iie- said Mrs.. McCaskey.
without anger. Me brother was
worth tin dozen bog rotting McCas-
keys. After him would the bye be
named" She leaned over tho win.
dow sill and looked down at the
hurrying and hustle below.
"Jawn," said Mrs. McCaskcy. soft.
fy. I'm sorry I was hasty wild ye."
Twas hasty puddin'. ms ye say"
said her husband, and hurry.up
turnlps and gctamove.on-yo coffee.
Twas what ye could call a quick
lunch. all right, and tell no lie"
Mrs. McCaskey slipped her arm
inside her husbands and took his
rough hand in hers.
Listen at the cryin' OF poor Mrs.
Murphy" she said. IT'S an awful
thing for a bit OF bye TO be lost I'm
this great big city. II TWAS our
little Phclan. lawn. I'd be brcakin'
me heart"
Awkwardly Mr.. McCaskey with
drew his hand. But no laid II
around the nearing shoulder Of his
wife.
"'Tis foolishness. of course said
he. roughly. but ia cut up some
meself II our little-Pat was kid
mapped or anything. But there never
was any chiIder TOR US. sometimes
I've been ugly and hard with ye.