The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-08-25

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The Dead Newsboy-A Fourth Of July
aia6 sss5. Is Tragedy.
e ssLouisa. payI payrT softly muir
INJURED little Jimmy Cumpson, holding
up four fingers of q wounded hand He
was dying as he spoke and the words
were uttered with his last breath. a
Jimmy Cumpson was newsboy,
eight years old, and lived with his pa
rents at S86 South Division. Street. At
half past eight on the morning of the
Fourth he was shot through the hand
by the premature discharge of o toy
pistol, and at $50 ON the morning of the
18th, just nine days to an hour, he died
of lock-jaw. after enduring tortures that
the strongest of his attendants could
not witness without tears. Up to Mon
day night he supplied his customers
with the Ere,sing Nesos. When start
ing out for his last trip on this earth he
complained Of pain in his hand, and his
mother said:
-" Don't go, Jimmy, tonight. The
customers,wiH forgive you.n
"No, no, mother. I'll serve 'em If ]
die ON the street.
The boy had little thought that his In
| juries were fatal, however. He said to
his brother, Mr.. Thomas Cumpson, on
Sunday 7aa ,si
p Next Fourth of July I won't buy
anything but ice-cream. don't want
any more pistils or fireworks"
In one OF the intervals of his racking
pain on Tuesday afternoon he noticed
his mother crying. and said:
Ma, throw away my pistol WhyI
ma. I'm not dying!'' 80
The little chap was familiar with sa-
cred imagery and literature of Heaven
and the angels, far beyond his years.
he said: Another, do you know why
the birds sing 80 sweetly outside?"
| :" No, my SON."
"Wen, mamma, God sends che birds
to sing and make rs happy. That's the
way the angels sing"
a Early Wednesday morning the family
gathered at his bedside, for the little
newsboy was dying. A death-like
silence prevailed. Little Jimmy look
ed lovingly at each, and with his un-
wounded hand clasped his mothers.
"Oht mamma, open the gates and let
me in to see the little angels. he huski-
ly murmured, "rm going home, I'm
going home" Suddenly holding up
four fingers of his wounded hand, he
died with these words on his lips:
" Louisa, pay! payr In his dying mo-
ment he recollected owing a lady Gus
toner four cents on South Division
street. He had taken five cents in pay
ment for q paper and could not make
change at the time.
Ga 7 cts buv him enyon5 Aov,arS ~ said
one of Jimmy's comrades, when he
heard the boy was dead, and about
forty newsboys put their funds together
and gave them to Mrs. Martin, the
agent who supplied them with. papers.
to make the purchase. Thursday after
noon the little fellows marched in silent
rank to little Jimmy's home, bearing
their tribute. Mournfully they gsther-
ed around the bier, and one of the
larger boys approached the mother and
handed her q beautiful wreath. with this
inscription in white lilies on q ground OF
dark English ivy:
We hid you farewell. but not forever .e3"
A small bouquet was placed In the
dead boys hand. and the little party
took leave of their companion.
The funeral services were largely at
tended by sympathetic newsboys, and
the house was crowded with relatives
and friends of the dead boy A beauti-
full floral pillow, inscribed Rest" was
placed at the head of the coffin, sur
rounded by other appropriate floral
tributes. . hE5U6 ,9lr1Hqak 5fst
The remains rested In beautiful
casket, and were inferred at Forest
Lawn. The pallbearers were Frank
Haggerly, George Mason. Thos. Magee
| and SSeymour Newell. former school.