The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-02-13

S,rREEiAREtlliARS.
An Over True Story of City Life.
From the Detroit Free Press

An Over True Story of City Life.
From the Detroit Free Press.
An oldish man. giving his name
as Oskman. started in about three
weeks ago to solicit aims on the
street FOR his poor family. Outing
his FIRST days work he said he had a
wife and six children. The next
day he raised the number of children
to eight. The third day he had nine.
Last evening he called into a store
on Jefferson avenue and with tears
in his eyes and q sob in his throat
| he said:
MY dear, good, darling, blessed
man, won't yeu please give me tive
farthings to buy butter and -four
and wood and tea and coffee and
soap and starch and clolhes.eins for
my dying family?'
The sttadesman said he wouldn't,
and the cid man continued:
Wont you please give me one
swallow of water-eyen warm water
Ito keep my seventeen perishing
children on earth a few minutes
lopger?2 a tss
The tradesman said that he. didn't
believe the old man had any such
.number of children. a4,.
Great goodness! would l lie
about few children?" sobbed Mr..
Oakman. Would I be pirate
enough to say that 1 had eighteen
children if 1 didn't have? Oh! sir.
can't you even give me one bite of
an old watermelon g. ..5 taa.f4
Have you eighteen children
asked the merchant. as4 SD b,a
"Eighteen? Why / have nine
een' sobbed the man. avt75u s.
He was led out doors, and later
in the evening policemen found
him lying on the street. z3aaoua
Drunk T. sighed the officer as he
bent over the PROSTATE fern.
"Who's, zrunk2,., thiclSly asked The
man ygz ehn,3H GOD eo aa
You- are. s....-- ....s-.....
/ "How. can'y talk chat way to zhe
fazzer zwenty-fo a children T. sobbed
he PROSTATE man. 5r- -se4sfa. -t
! He couldn't walk to the station.
| lie said Lat one unkind word al
ways took his strength that way.
! As il was not far to The station, the
officer asked if he hadn' as soon be
drawn down along the sidewalk by
one leg. ..I4gae
"Shertingly, shertiugly," walled
the old man; "shake me down any
way you want to. FIR shall pozzly
die in half an hour!"
When he was brought before the
bar he was still in the melancholy
stratum, He dug at his left eye
wiped at his right, and might have
! blown his nose clear into the cap
tain's room if his honor had not sud-
denly remarked: at7asg c
"The way of the barefaced fraud
! is full Of thorns and thistles." log
''Is she," tearfully inquired the
prisoner. a %.
'"Yon'ye taken the money given
You by charitable citizens for your
family and spent it for whisky con-
tinued the court. sa a1et}
"My poor children-my poor twen-
ty-six chiIdrenrs walled the old
/ man. set las - ea-sa
II ought TO send you up for six
months, for you are one ofthe worst
frauds of the winter" 3i
Children, do you hear that-do
you hear them nicknames hurled at
your poor father?'' said the prisoner,
as he looked toward the ceiling.
1 He was sent up for ninety days,
and after getting into the corridor
! Bijah asked: .-' Il
''Did you say you had thirty chill
dren ?"
mo. sir; said had thirty-twoP y
was the reply.
"I-know-a-inan,'' slowly repli-
the janitor -wants-to-hire
awful-liar."
''I'm the man you mention" re-
piled Oakman. 'itf I had some one
to lie for me l could get along twice
as well. OIL how will my poor dar-
Iings get along to-day without q
single oy ster in the house!
4oft 'Oh! TO once let me die and expire @t''
Let me get close to the grave ana nigherlp
/ q.