NO ONE SAW HIM COME. HE WAS JUST THERE ONE DAY IN LATE<br >May， sitting on a bench in the park; a small boy， about five years<br >old， with a mop of curly blond hair. He was alone.<br > It was Emma Sanders， out for her morning walk that Tuesday，<br >who saw him first. She had lived in New Hope， Nebraska<br >--population 523 including outlying farms--， all her life， and she<br >knew everyone and everyone s relatives. So Emma wondered<br >about this little boy sitting alone on the park bench with no one<br >near him.<br > "Hello，" she said cheerily as she stood in front of him.<br > He looked up at her solemnly， but he didn t speak.<br > Thinking he might be shy of strangers， Emma said again，<br >Hello. My name is Emma Sanders. What s your name?"<br > Again only silence.<br > "Sonny， you don t have to be afraid of me." Emma began to<br >