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'lt is a big moon-face,' she said to heiself, 'a lot of hair 'bout it. And, uear me, I wouldn't wear such an or ful old hat. And his cose don't look very fresh and nice, one bit.' Wbile Lurapie was painting the stranger's portrait, he was looking up at the sky, and holding out his hand to the wind to find out the drift of the latter, and make a weather-guess. lie now turned and asked again : 'Say, Sis, won't you give me a po sy ¥' Lumpie picked a bright nasturtium and gave it to him. 'That's a good one, and I'd rather have it than a lump of gold, Sis.' 'My papa don't call mo Sis.' 'Don't he ? Well, what does he say V 'Lumpie.' 'Lumpie ! lie beats all at namin' folks ; don't he ?' 'You got a papa ?' 'Not that I know of. Why,Lumpie, if he were livin', he'd be as old as that tree back of you, and that would fetch the tree up to seventy years, sure.' •You got a mamma ¥' continued Lumpie, as if taking the census. 'No the old woman's she's gone"— 'Old ooman ¥' 'My—my—mother.' 'She gone ?' 'Yes.' •Gone yare ?' •Where heaven is. Dou't you know V 'I 'spect it's up, up 'bove dat spooce tree, somevare.' "That's where she is a singin' cher ub there, these twenty years.' 'Vare's your home ¥' 'Home ?' The toues were sad, pitifully sad. 'Where's your home ?' 'Here, vare papa and mamma are.' 'Where mother is, that's my home. I wish it was. Well, Sis—Lumpie, your flower may help me get there.' 'Moye on !' suddenly called out a gruff voice. 'Don't block the side walk ! Move on !' In an instant, the moon face, the big lot of hair, the old hat and seedy coat which Lumpie had been looking st all vanished, an then appeared a man wearing a blue coat and silver badge, who strutted along and wrapped on the fence with his billy in an important way. Lumpie now ran into the house and was met by Aunt Salome,who was keeping house for her brother since the beginning of his wife's sickness.* 'Lumpie, whom were you talking with ?' •I dunno. He didn't have very nice cose, and hasn't a home.' 'A tramp 1 Horrors !' 'Tamp ?' 'Yes. Sakes alike !' 'I give him a fower.' 'What kind ? Not one of those beautiful dahlias ?' 'A nasturtium, all yaller. Only he said 'twas gold.' 'I warrant ; for that's what he is after.' 'He's a good man, 'cause he said suskin about his old mumma's home in Heaven.' 'Good ? I don't want any of his goodness. Ce-phus!' Aunt Salome had now rushed to a back kitchen window, from which she could 100k out upon the garden where toiled Lumpie's father, Cephas Bixby. His face no more resembled his sister's thin, wiry, nervous visage than a shiu gle. 'Ce-phus 1 Ce-phus I Why don't you hear me ?* 'I hear you. What is it ?' •Who do you suppose is round ?' 'Folks say I am,' and here Cephus mischievously contemplated his plump, round body. •Now, don't plague me. Who do you s'pose has been on the gardeu fence ?' • 'A fly. I guess.' Cephas here referred to Auut Sa lome's great summer horror. 'Salome, there has been one special fly that I know for two days has b;en watching your screens and trying to get in. Get in ! If lam ever hungry, may I not be a fly trying to get by your screens.' 'You are too bad. Cephus. It was a tramp ; and I'm goin' to complain of him at the police-station.' 'Oh I let him go. I dare say the po lice have seen him ; and in fact one went by here only Ave minutes ago.' 'Well, I'm goin ; to make sure and enter the complaint. I know he's spotted the house, and to-night be'll break in here. There's no tellin' what MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 29., 1880. he may do to you. Sakes ! lie may murder you.' Cephas directed a funny look at the toes of his boots, and lesumed his work. 'Where are you going when you fin ish here V' 'Well, 1 shan't go oft to bo a tramp while you are lieie. You may be sure of that. Bless me 1 You would have mo in the stition house before night.' 'Now, Cephas, tell me where you are goin' when you get through here.' 'I s'pose 1 must go down to Emer son's block and inspect it. I did not build it, though that is my business ; but Emerson lias been suspicious of the man's thoroughness who did put it up, aud he wants me to step in and look 'round.' 'Dou't venture where it is dangerous will you, Cephas ? Get that tramp and let him go in.' 'Not I. I won't ask a man to go where I won't risk mystlf. Aunt Salome muttered something about risking 'a tramp's useless life,' and then went into the house to put on her ample sun-bonnet. She told Bob, the colored servant boy, to put 'Jim' into the coupe aud drive her down street. 'I would like to get some desciiption of the tramp,' Aunt Salome reasoned to herself, 'and I've a great mind to let Bob call him out of that saloon ahead. Of course he's in there. That's where such people go. Then I can describe him to the police. Bob alighted, and went toward the saloon door. 'Well, Bob,' said Jerry Collins, tho saloon-keeper,meeting him on the door step, 'I see you have got Aunt Salome here. Will she take a nip ?' The saloon-keeper raised his voice in this closing clause,and roguishly wink ed at several thirsty customers. Aunt Salome heard it, and iu disgust kept her head out of sight. 'Ob 1 she warns to know if a tramp has been here.' 'No. I saw, though, a trampish* looking sort of a fellow opposite here, and I thought be was going to make a call ; but he swung a yellow flower in his hand, looked at that, and then mov ed 01L' Was Lumpie's flower guiding the homeless one homeward ? 'I won't give it up. lie ought to be here,' said Aunt Salome, as they Dear ed a gambling saloon, knowing very well he ought not to be there. 'Tramp been here ?' replied the pro prietor to the inquiring Bob. 'Well, no ; yes. A big rough heathen came to my door, twirling a yellow flower ; but he turned away and I lost sight of him.' Was the flower still guiding ? 'What shall I do ?' exclaimed Aunt Salome. 'I can't report his looks as 1 would like to the police,and yet I must haye them jest watch our house. Land 1 What is that noise ? Bob, what is it V 'Awful, marm, wasn't it ? Ilebben and arth gib way den ? Fearful noise ! See dose folks runnin' 1' 'What can it be P screamed Aunt Salome. 'Do you know, mister ?' The man she was hailing stopped in the midst of a vigorous run, and bawl sd out : 'They say it's Emerson's block that has tumbled.' The man had 110 second edition of news to give her, but rushed on head long. 'O Ce-phus, you there ?' shrieked Aunt Salome. 'Drive on, Bob !' And Bob drove till they came to the ruins, one mass of fallen chimney, walls, floors, roofs. There was a dense black crowd around the spot. Several of tho people, seeing Aunt Salome, rushed to Hie carriage. 'lie is safe, marm. He's all right.' 'Ce-phus is V' •Yes ; we have him in the 'pothe cary-3tore ; but he had a narrow es cape,' said a man. 'I saw the whole of it. You see this building was not put up right, and everybody thought it crazy,and Emerson wanted your broth er to examine the thing. People thought they saw the end wall bulgin' out and advised him not to g> ; but down iuto the cellar he went. While he was there the end tumbled,and then we heard a big cry for help from the cellar. You see it was Cephas caught under a timber. But you must not wonder if no man dared go down there ; for people were callin' out: 'Tother end is bulgin' out I' At last there came along a big, strong moose sort of a feller, a rougli-lookiii' custo mer that nobody knew, and lie jest whisked down that cellar quickly ; and in about as short a time as I am telling this story, lie got to your brother and then passed him out to us through a cellar window. By the time we'd crossed the street with Cephus ' 'Then Ce-phus is hurt V interposed Aunt Salome. 'No, he was kinder scratched, t)ut really he won't need even a plaster.' A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE 'And that, man ?' •Well, as I was sayln', we had cross ed the street with Cephus and all there wis 'eft of the building tumbled I 'Twas awful !' 'And burled that man underneath ?' 4 That's where lie is,l'm sorry to say; under that pile tho people are tryin' to turn ovei ; for they think they can fetch him out pretty quick, guessin' a boufc where ho is.' The next in vnent Aunt Salome was out of the cart (age. In spite of a lot of nerves, she had a lot of sense and heart in her old, thin body, and she went off at once to get things that she knew would he helpful to the poor fel low, if taken from the ruins aliye. Soon there was a shout. 'They've got Inm !' bawled a specta tor. •Take him to the 'pothecary's 1' call ed out Aunt Salome. There they toDk him,and he was laid beside Cephus. The latter was sore and weak, but Aunt Salome's inform ant was right in saying he would not need even a plaster. His lifeless res cuer, though, was so bruised and bat tered, so mutilated and so coyered with blood and dust, that he was not recog nized. When his face had been washed by Aunt Salome, then, even, 110 one knew him. 'Who can it be ?' inquired the by standers. 'I know,' 9aid Aunt Salome. She had pulled out of the dead man's pock et a crushed little yellow flower. Auut Salome was not given to dreams. 'Weak, vain, superstitious !' she called them. However, that night, af ter questioning Lumpie about tho tl >w er, and learning much that the tramp had said, a dream came to her. She seemed to see a valley shrouded in darkness, but beyoml it glowed the walls of a Golden City. Ar.d treading tho darkened way, she saw the tramp bearing the yellow flower in his hand. The flower shone with the brilliancy of the city beyond ; and it was toward that city his face was turned.—lnde pendent. A FIENDISH WOMAN. Barbarious Treatment By a Foster Mother. A Little Boy Subjected to tho Most Outrageous and Inhuman Cru elties—The Husband Afraid to Interfere. DETROIT, Mich., July 22.—Colonel T. C. Hudson is a well-knownl>ctroit cr.' He is entry clerk in the Custom House here, and lives with his wife in good style at No. 140 Locust street. A tremendous sensation was caused yesterday by tho application of a neighbor named Mrs. J. J. England to the Prcbate Court to appoint C. M. Stocking guardian of Clarence,the 5-ycar-old foster child of Colonel and Mrs Hudson. Mr. Stocking is the agent of the Humane Society, and the proceedings were taken 011 the advice of the society. Mrs.Hudson is charg ed with the most inhuman treatment of the child. The story of her brutality is a nar rative that would be incredible if not proved by tho testimony of a former domestic in the Hudson family and other eye-witnesses, including Mr. Hudson himself, who seemed utterly unable to prevent it. He declared yesterday that the"puro dcvilishness" of his wife rendered it impossible for him to interfere with her torture of the lad. One of her favorite modes of pun ishment, the domestic says, was to double him up,with his head between his legs, tie him in that position,place hira in the bath-tub and then turn the water on him. If he kicked or squirm ed she would take him out and beat him until his back was black and blue. Another method of. punishment was to tie his hands behind his head and place him in a dark cellar, where she would keep him for hours at a time. If the boy told Mr. Hudson when be came home of what had occurred Mrs. Hudson would give him a worse pun ishment the next day. Tho boy was on several different occasions made to stand in the corner of the room with bis face pushed up against the wall for hours at a time. Mrs. Hudson would sit where she could see him,and evcrv once in a while would call out, 'Push harder; I can tell when you are not pressing hard,' and the suffering child push so hard that his nose would be almost flattened out. Another method of torture was to make the boy bite bis own tongue, and Mrs. Hudson would compel him ' to do this until his tongue would swell up double its natural size. On one oc casion the little fellow was asleep in bed, and Mrs. Hudson went to his room and told liini that she was the devil and had come to kill him. 'All right,' replied the boy. Often she made him stand up in front of her for hours at a time when she was at work. On cno occasion, after ho had stood there for two or three hours, she said, 'You hate me. Don't you ?' 'No, mamma,' replied the boy. 'That's a lie,' screamed the woman, 'andl will whip you for it,' and then she gave him a terrible beating with a piece of barrel stave that she kept for that purpose. Tho boy made no outcry. In fact, he never whimpered or cried when she was inflicting the severest kind of punishment upon him. At another time Mrs. Hudson put the boy's plate on the floor and made him get down on his hands and knees and eat from it like a dog. lie said, 'Mamma, can't I take somo of it in my lingers ?' 'No,' she replied. 'Eat it down ; you're no better than a dog; you little wretch.' Mr. Hudson said his wife was in the habit of putting oil on the child's bruises so as to prevent them from be coming too conspicuous. Hudson says that since the child has been with them he has bought not less than fifty bottles of oil for this pur pose. Colonel Hudson is now and has been for many years employed in the Custom House as an entry clerk. Al though past middle age, ho is still a handsome man, with silky moustache and dark hair hanging in glossy curls, lie likes a good cigar and a good story, but as a rule his face wears n sad, careworn look. Mrs. Hudson is now in Chicago visiting relatives and the child is with her. Mr. Stocking, as soon as appointed guardian, will go after the boy Hudson appears to be frightened of his liie at the woman, aud is much relieved that the authori ties have finally taken action. The affair is the town talk. Innocent Chidhood. 'Taiu't so,' triumphantly exclaimed Bobbie from his perch on top of a chair gazing down on Algernon's head. 'What is not true,' doubtfully asked his sister Maud. 'Why, jou said Algy was so greenr that grass was growing from tho top of his head, and (determiuedly) there ain't any here.' llow Maud explained the situation is unknown.— Detroit Free Press. Settled It. Grandpa was telliug about some one who was very heavy for his siz?, and he said : 'He is the biggest man I ev er saw for his size.' At this all smiled, so he tried it a gain. 'I mean he is the heaviest, person for his weight I ever knew.' 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