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Two Orphans' Adventures

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On Saturday last conductor Ben Colé discovered, crouched under one of the seate in a smoking car, a boy and a girl. "Mister, is tuis the road to Haven?" said the boy, as he crawled out, and the girl said, "Mister, please don't put tis off; our folks live there, and we ain't got any father or mother, and here's a letr ter," at the same time drawing f rom her faded calicó apron a crumpled piece of paper and handing it to Mr. Cole. Af ter looking at it a long time, for it was badly written, badly spelled and blurred, he made out this: " All good poople : These children ain't got no father or mother. They died here in February, and I'se been teuding to 'em. They ain't got no folka here, and their folks live in Haven, Connecut. Is'e a poor nigger woman, and can't keep 'em no longer. Itf e got myaelf to Bupport, and theyse a going back to their folks. They ia good cbildren, and don't do 'em no liarm. Jane Maupiv." Mr. Cole sat down by the boy, who was about tuirteen years of age, and bright. He learned that in the spring John Howell with his wife and two children left New Haven, Conn.,forthe WeSt, 'and arrived at Pueblo, but that theso both died, and during their sickness the oíd negro, Jane Maupin, was the only attendant at their bedside, and when the children were thrown out upon the world, orphans, friendless, and penniless, she cared for them as she would for her own childron. But having learned from the father that they were from New Haven, and that they had an uncle there by the name of Martin Howell, she conceived the idea that tney ought to go back, and she thought that the letter she wrote and gave Üiem would be a passport to all the world. They started three weeks ago, taking the A. T. and S. F. train for Atchison, and a conductor had put them off near Pueblo. But they had started for Haven, and they resolved that thoy would go, By "stealing rides," now in a freight car, now under the seats in the smoking car, and now in the caboose among the piles of trunks and packages, and begging their food, they'reached Topeka, fiity miles from Atchison. They wandered around Topeka all day, and at nightthey hid themselves in a flat car ladeu with building stone. In the gray dawn they reached this city, begged a breakfast and dinner, and at 2 o'clock hid themselves under the seat in the Missouri Pacific car, where they were found by Mr. Cole. Mr. Cole took the children to Kansas City, the end of his "run," cared for them there, telegraphed to Martin Howell at New Haven, Conn., and received an answer to send the children in care of the conductor to New Haven, and to draw upon him for the expenses of the trip. They are on their way. - Atchison {Kan.) l'atriot.


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Michigan Argus