The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-10-27
There Il q Man Killed!

u Ihere Is man Alliec
4 1t is a common expression in this City
SO common that it hardly excitcs passing
notice But when death in his most terrific
form comes staring US in the face, we start
back. We did so this (Monday) aftern 'on.
about S o'clock. We were walking down
/ Broadway, little below Fulton street, think.
ling Of life and the busy throng Of men and
women of which we counted one, when Z
slight rustling noise just over our head caus.
/ ed US to cast an eye up, to see whether q
stone or hod full of brick might be coming
down from the new building We were pass
ling. There was something coming-but
not q brick Or stone. 1t was dark object,
quite undistlnguishable whether animate or
not Our doubts were soon solved; it
struck the pavement just by our feet, re-
bounded and fell again. 1t was man!--it
is lifeless mass of bruised flesh. One
minute before, he was at work on the top
most stone Of five story wall, Che was .
stone setter by trade,) fill Of the fond a1tic.
ipations of O'clock and then away to his
home, his wife and children, and next week
he would be on his way to his own native
highlands Of Scotland to bless the eyes of
an aged father with the sight Of long ab.
sent son, ana with tales OF his prosperity in
the country of his adoption. For this, he
had but few hours previous paid his pas
sage, and, in thought, was already crossing
the ocean-was already in the enjoyment,
in his day dream, ofthe time when he should
form one Of the circle at lngleside, and Of
the pleased faces that would greet him there.
Perhaps, from this elevated perch, he was
already stretching his neck away eastward,
when some disarrangement of the hosting
apparatus gave him an unlucky blow and
down he came from his dizzy height to the
pavement below What screams of terror
were sent I'D from several female throats
as they saw the poor man falling dead at
their feet-almost upon their heads.
Who IS he! What is his name! Where
does he Iivea-were the rapid questions put
but not answered.
One thought his name was Hugh, another
Lewis. Somebody said his surname was
Nolan. His employer only knew that his
name was Lewis, that he was good work
man, and he believed he lived in Thlrtieth
st. No one could tell where. So the bruls-
ed and bloody corpse was taken away TO
the Station House by the police, and thence
to the .Dead House''-the place Of the un-
recognized dead, to wait tor his trends 70
come and claim him. Oh. how that poor
wife will wait and wait for that husband TINS
night! We can almost fancy that we see
the tea pot as it sits steamln. upon the httie
furnace in the chimney corner. we almost
hear her say, "Oh, dear! the supper will be
quite cold be ore Hughie gets here Yes,
poor woman, it will be quite cold before
your husband gets there. Give those little
ones their supper. Don't put them OIL any
longer with '.Wait bit, till father comes"
Give them their supper, eat thine own IN
sorrow, go to bed; perchance to sleep and
dream, and start up in fright at the unwont-
ed absence of thy ever-at-home, toiling hus-
band. sHas he comet" says the little trun.
de-bed occupant. ''No, my child, ne has
not come" No, he has not come! Ho
never will come agaiu Oh, what night
of sorrow in that poor mans house. How
the morning will open to them without hope.
Now comes rumor of "A man killed"
Now she roams wildly about to inquire who!
what! where. At length the morning pa.
per arrives, and there is an item headed
IA Man KILLED,'---a mason--feil from
Broadway huiidipg-name unknown-car-
ried away by the police; and that carries
her away to the nearest Police Station.
They know nothing, but the kind heart 81
the Captain IS touched, and he says, 81 viii
inquire" How, And he sits down to
table in one corner, by a little machne-lt
is the teleg-ap aph---and in five minutes he an
swers, The body was taken to the Dead
House" Then away she goes, and there
there will be a egnition--what a recog-
milton. Let us draw the curtain.-N 7.
Trjbu7is.