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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, August 01, 1909, Image 12

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278 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
elbows on his little knees and stared at everything with
the terrified look of one who had never before seen death.
"That's the boy," whispered a neighbor, "he doesn't
understand. He is only six years old, you know; he's the
only child."
"Come here, my boy," said the Humane Society's Agent.
The boy rose slowly, and with frightened face came over
to the Agent, who reached out his hand. The small hand
was laid in it, and the blue, swimming eyes looked steadily
into the man's kind face.
"Mother dead," said the child, solemnly. "She hated
to leave me alone I have nobody now." The sweet little
voice, the neglected look of the little lad went strangely to
the Agent's heart.
"What is your name, my little man?" said he.
"Arthur Maxwell, and I'm six years old; and father is
dead, too. I" he added, as if a fresh sorrow had made
its way back to his memory.
The Humane Society's Agent was a kind man. His duty
had not hardened him, and he was strangely drawn to the
little fellow, who showed marks of gentle training and
better days.
"Would you like to come with me tonight? It is lonely
here for a little boy. I'll bring you back to see mother to
morrow." For answer the little fellow threw his arms around Mr.
Benjamin Brown's neck, and the Humane Society's Agent
felt a throb of genuine love stir his heart as he pressed
him close, and thrilled with joy of the little soft cheek laid
against his own.
"Will you come, Arthur?"
"Sure!" said Arthur, smiles breaking into the blue eyes
as he wiped the tears on his little sleeve, and took posses
sion of his new friend's hand.
The two or three women who were present, smiled their
approval. Mr. Brown said a few words about the funeral,
finding there was not a single friend or relative to step for
ward to bury the poor woman, who had evidently worn

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