The Gavelyte, March 1910

Cl~DAI{ VlLLg COLLEGE. ~15 recovery. Mr. Livingston Bailey sat in the library with his head bowed on the table. The door opened and a very distinguished looking man entered. Mr. Livingston Bailey raised his head. "Have you found any trace of him yet" was the questi<m asked the new comer. "No Sir" was the reply "we have . euched the whole city over and can find no trace of your little son." * * * * * * * It was Easter morning a year later and the grnund was covered with a mantle of white. Thrre little boys stood on one of the most cr0wded thc,roughfares in the city, trying to sell morning papers. It was_ a bitter cold day and the little chaps had hardly enough clothes to cover their thin purple bodies. The mallest of the three looked as if he were almost Eltarved to death. He had be.en trying all morning to dispose of his papers but as he liad only been in the city a few days and everything was strange to him he had met with no success and still had quite a few left. "Oh Tim, l'm so cold" said the little fello,v. "Here Bob, take these pennies and give me your papers" Tim replied "and np on the corner is a big church, you slip in the door and you can get warm in there and when I've sold my papers I'll come too." The little shivering form hurried along with the crowd and finally came to the church . Cabs of every size and description stood in front of the door. Little Bob slipped in thru the vestibule and into the church whil8 the ushers were busy arranging some lilies and violets which had just arrived. My, how warm and how beautiful the church was. The room was filled with the, odor of violets and lilies and Bob crept down near the front and went into one of the pews. He lay down on thE: velvet cushion and as the music commenced to pour ·forth fro.m the large organ, the little fellow became dro\\'SY and soon fell a=-leep . .'hortly afta the music began. a sad but yet sweet faced lady and a brna<l shouldered man entered the pew. 1\fost of the congregation looked surpriserl for there was Mrs. Livingston Bailey and it was the first time she had been at church since her little son had been kidnapped. But soon even thPy forgot her prei::ence as the choir broke forth into a beautiful Easter - ·anthe:n. Mrn. Living ton Bailey on seeing the little follow whispered something in her hui,band's ear. "Oh let him stay, Ethelyn, the poor little chap is eold'' \\ al'\ the reply and no further attention was paid him by Mr. Livingston Bailf'V but his wife kPpt glanring in the direc·tion of the little fellow quite