THE LOST BABY
By George Elmer Cobb.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"It's done, wife'5'' reported Cyrus
Munn, coining into the house expan
sive and excited.
His portly wife got up precipitately
from her cozy chair, sniffing the air
and thinking of the roast in the
"I don't mean the dinner," advised
"You're Mr. Munn!"
her better half. "I mean about the
"Oh, Cyrus!" breathed Mrs. Munn
longingly and looked first at his arms
and then past him, as if expecting to
see the baby in question come tod
dling into the room.
"It seems there's a system about
the society that places little waifs,"
explained Cyrus. "Nice motherly
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plan where they give it out to people
too poor to keep their children that
so and so would adopt a child. Then
some morning you'll go out and find
a little abandoned cherub on the
"Oh, Cyrus!" again palpitated his
eager spouse, "I won't sleep for a
week thinking of it."
It had taken the Munns two years
to realize how lonely they were after
Edna, their only daughter, had elop
ed with Sidney Vaile. Her father had
instantly shut his heart and home
against the child who had acted ad
verse to his will. Once his wife had
appealed to him to forget and forgive.
He had silenced her pre-emptorily.
Once his daughter had written him
a pleading letter. He had read a sin
gle line and fiercely torn the missive
Then had come the decision they
would adopt some little waif to cheer
their desolation. And that day Cyrus
had applied to the children's aid so
ciety and his name was listed as one
who would welcome a little stranger
to his hospitable hearth.
Now at the time that Cyrus made
his wants known, the system with the
society to which he appealed included
in its personal a scamp named Peter
Laird. Old Peter did errands for the
society, receiving a small compensa
tion for such services. He was at
the office of the society the day Cyrus
appeared and was a witness and audi
tor to all that went on. The next day
Peter for the hundredth time fell by
the wayside. He returned to the of
fice in such a gaily hilarious mood
that it took a policeman to eject him.
When he awoke to sobriety later,
Peter knew that the society would
no longer tolerate him and became
a homeless wanderer. .
Accidentally passing the Munn
home two days later, hunery and par
ticularly thirsty, the old schemer
noted Cyrus working in his neat,
pretty garden and recognized him.
He halted and leaned over the fence
with his blandest smile.
"You're Mr. Munn?" he said.
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