Norfolk City Virginia USGenWeb Archives Obituaries.....Lee, Caldwell Hardy, Jr. November 15, 1895
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New Daily Pilot November 17, 1895
                          SUFFER THE LITTLE ONES
           To Come Unto Me, for of Such is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Just five months ago Friday, Officer Hunter found a little boy baby in the 
gutter on Chapel street, with his fist in his eyes, blinking unconcernedly at 
the stars. The officer at once picked the wee thing up in his arms and brought 
it to the station house, where the kind-hearted officers, some of them with 
little ones of their own at home, made much of it.
Of course the story of baby was in all the papers the next day, which was the 
16th of June, and it wasn’t long before Chief King got a letter from a motherly, 
warm-hearted lady, who was looking for just that kind of a Godsend. It was Mrs. 
C. H. Lee, living at that time at No. 8 Brewer street, but now at 109 Bermuda 
street. The Chief gave her the little waif, which several of the officers had 
already christened "The Pet of the Department," but sent with the gift the 
proviso that it should be returned to him if he should ask for it.
But Mrs. Lee took such tender care of her strangely acquired treasure, and loved 
it so much, that the fulfillment of the condition was never required. Yesterday, 
however, the Chief received a tear-stained letter from Mrs. Lee, telling him—not 
that he could have baby back—but that it had been taken away from her by a 
higher power than the head of the Norfolk police.
Chief King, accompanied by a Pilot reporter, at once went to the house and took 
a look at the tiny sleeper. It did not measure half the length of the newspaper 
man's cane, as it lay, like a pretty blue-eyed wax doll on the small center 
table- with its hands clutching tightly the chrysanthemum it held when the grim 
visitor came a few hours before, with the sunny curls clinging about its snowy 
brow, and a smile upon its face as bright as the sunshine of its birth month—
June.
Mrs. Lee said it had been delicate ever since she received it, and its death was 
beyond doubt due to the exposure of that night, when it was picked up in the 
street. She had named it Caldwell Hardy Lee, after her husband, who was out of 
work, and they did not know where the money for the funeral was to come from, 
though, she declared, she would go out and work for fifty cents a week before 
the city should bury it. The Chief assured her that she need have no fear on 
that point and promised to see that she got a grave in the cemetery where her 
little one could sleep peacefully till the resurrection dawn. Meantime, at 
headquarters, Sergeant Taylor, with his big heart touched, was taking up a 
subscription that will save Norfolk the expense of putting the little stranger 
away. If the public could see the names on that list it wouldn't take them long 
to realize that a policeman's heart is as big as his billy, and a good deal 
bigger.
An infant found by Officer Hunter on Chapel street last June and taken by Mrs. 
C. H. Lee, of No. 8 Brewer street to raise, died Friday night.

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