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Show IN CARELESS NEW YORK. Butto Inter-Mountain: In New York, the other day, a little boy wandered away from home. He was a very little boy, not yet four, and what bright dreams he cherished, of the wonderful visions beyond his front door, only the angels can guess. He had been gone probably five hours when his parents missed him. They reported it to the police. The , latter were rather busy collecting blackmail for Tammany or otherwise engaged, and neglected the hunt for the time being. The same evening, the Janitor of a skyscraper, who resides so near Heaven Heav-en that he ought to think more of it, heard a baby weeping on the roof. That Is, ho thought ho did; but as the night was cold and it was none of his business, he decided ho . must have been mistaken and turned ocr for another nap. In the morning, he went up to investigate inves-tigate and there, sure enough! found the little hoy, curled up against a smokestack dead frozen to death. Careless of life New York ever was, careless of life and all things so cheap. |