The Republican journal., 1871-05-25
Romance of City Life.
New York Correspondence of the ST. Louis Repub.
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Years ago q carpenter attached to one
OF the theatres died, leaving q wife and
little daughter to get along rs best they
might. The mother struggled on, but
sickness and hard times prostrated the
mother and unable to provide for her
| child, she allowed a relation in rather bet
ter circumstances to take the child TO
California.
The mother got well, and nearly broken
hearted at the loss of the little rirl she
had but one object i'll view-thc accumu-
far State which held her child. Through
| the long, cold winter she pinchcd and de-
MED herself all but the nccessaries Of life.
She had boarded together over sixty dol
lars, and kept her soul and body together
promising herself the companionship of
her little darling another winter. But
one clustering night, with her numb ling-
erS clasping huge bundle of shop-work
which q down town store had furnished
her, she found herself too weak to walk.
avenue car. The poor old wallet that
held her treasure was produced. and after
paying her fare, deposited, in fancied
| security, within her pocket again. Alas
for her. even that slim. miserable purse
OF working woman was IN object Of At
traction to some soullcss thief, for pres
emily feeling for that precious possession,
the poor creature gasped forth she hal
been robbed. The conductor, probably
| in collusion with The scOundreI picl-pocE-
ct, roughly bade her ''shut up, and prac-
ticc none OF her games 10 get money from
passengers who were in his ear
In vain the woman Wept and begged
him to try and get her money back how
ever he thought he could accomplish that.
The conductor got mad, stopped the car,
and put the woman off.
Wild With her dreadful trouble the
poor creature stood with her bundle half
iainting in a corner, when u swell my
friend, what's the matter with YOU o'
caused her 10 look up and see +" bright
tlorid face bent synpathizingly upon her
She rccounted her loss, pitifully closing
her story with, And now | shall never
| see my little Annie again"
Still further questioning brought forth
the object of her toll. and the gentleman.
| avoWing his intcAtion TO help her little,
took the heart-sicll woman and her bundle
home. to Il tenement house in Eldridgc
| street. There everything corroboratcd
the woman's story, the letters received
from her humble relative, the picture Of
the mothers idol, little Annie, and the
Woodworking father who had left her to
| her fortune the year before. The gentle-
man, convinced of the truth and the de
sert of the woman, took out his pocket
| book, laying six ten-dollar notes on the
table, said
''IIow soon could lou start for Cali
fornia, my friend ?'
I'D start Tonight - said the poor crea-
turc, s'it coull."
"Well,' returned the gentleman, get
ready to start tomorrow. | have an ac-
quaintance on board 4 vessel leaving to-
morrow. I'll See YOU have passage.
Get your nerves composed there's rs
many dollars Us that villain took from
you | wish | could lay my hands on him
Saying this the gentleman pointed to the
$50 on the table, and hastily left the as
tonished woman.
All night she questioned the evidence
of her own senses. but early morning
brought y tall, good-naturcd Old fellow,
who took the grateful, happy widow to a
steamer bound for California;
She wcpt and begged to know the
name Of her bcnctactor, sending bacI, tc
him her soul-felt thanks
"My names Marks" said tie lactotun
of charity, ''and you can pray for the
best t-hearted man in New ork, and that,
my boss
Away went the man, away went tho
vessel. away went the widow.
In due time she reached California. ant
her little Annie. In due time Il well-to-dC
citizen of the Pacific slope married tho
widow, and last summer, with the first
born and several later borns, the family
visited New York. Upon Broadway thu
lady saw face ii at had lived in he
memory those many eventful years Sh,
turned and followed the gentleman VI
street, and Us one after another She saw
the passers-by salute her bcnclactor,
sudden thought struck her. She stoppc,
Il man who had bowed to the unknown
''Who is that gentleman ~ she hurried
ly asked
The answer was, ''Joscph bowling
Judge of the Special Sessions"