Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-07-02
said the Judge, pleasantly. "Whefe


have we met %
"My name is Smith," said she 81
was with my poor boy three days, of
| and on, In the courtroom in Oshkosh.
when he was tried for-for-for robbing
somebody, and you are the same man
that sent him to prison for ten years,
and he died there last june"
All faces were now sobered, and the
passengers began to gather around and
stand up, all over the car, to listen and
see what was going on. She did not
give the Judge time to answer her, but,
becoming more and more excited, she
went on "He was good boy, if you
did send him to jail. He helped Us
clear the farm, and when father was
took sick and died he done all the work,
and We was getting along right smart,
till he took to going to town and got to
playing keards and drinking, and then,
somehow, he didn't Like to work after
that, but used to stay out often till
mornin', and he'd sleep so late, and
couldn't wake him when knowed he'd
been out so late the night afore. And
then the farm kinder run down. and
then we lost the team one OF them
got killed when he'd bin to town
one awful cold night. He stayed late,
and suppose they had got cold standin'
out, and got skeered and broke loose,
and run most home, but run agin the
fence and stake run into one of 'em,
and when we found it the next mornin'
it was dead, and the other was standin'
under the shed. An so after awhile he
coaxed me to let him sell the farm and
buy house and lot in the village, and
he'd work at carpenter work. And SO I
did, as we couldn't do nothin' on the
farm. But he grew worse than ever,
and after awhile he couldn't get any
work. and wouldn't do anything but
gamble and drink all the time. l used
to do every thing 1 could to get him to
quit and be good, industrious boy
again, but he used to get mad after
awhile, and once he struck me, and then
in the morning found that he had ia
ken what little money there was left of
the farm, and had run off. After that I
got along as well as l could, cleanin'
house for folks, and washin', but I
didn't hear nothing of him for four or
five years; but when he got arrested and
was took up to Oshkosh for trial, he
writ to me-"
By this time there was not dry eve
in the car, and the cards had disap-
peared. The old lady herself was weep
ing silently and speaking in snatches.
But, recovering herself, she went on:
''But what could 1 do? I sold the
house and lot to get money to hire 8
lawyer, and believe he is here some-
where" looking around. ''Oh, yes,
there he is, Mr.. -" pointing to Law
yer -. who had not taken part in the
play. "And this is the man, I am sure,
who argued agin him. pointing to Mr..
=, the District Attorney. 'And you
Judge -, sent him to prison for ten
years; s'pose it was right, for the poor
boy told me that he really did rob the
bank, but he must have been drunk, for
they had All been playing keards most
I'll night and drinking. But, oh dear,
it seems to be kinder as though if he
hadn't got to playing keards he might
a been alive yet. But when I used
to tell him it YVES wrong and bad
to play, he used to say, "Why,
mother, everybody plays now. I never
bet only for the candy, or the cigars,
or something like that And when we
heard that the young folks played
keards down to MIR. Culver's donation
party, and Squire Ring was goin' to get
billiard table for his young folks to
play on at home. I couldn't do nothing
at all with him. We used tn think it
awful to do that way when was young,
but it jist seems to ne as if everybody
nowadays was goin' wrong into some
thing or other. But maybe it Isn't right
for me to talk to you. Judge, in this
way, but it iist seemed to me as if the
very sight of those keards would kill
me, Judge; thought IL You only knew
how I felt, you would not play on so;
and then to think. right here before all
these young folks ! Maybe, Judge, you
don't know how younger folks, especially
boys, look up to such as you and then
[ can't help thinking that, maybe that if
them that ought to know better than to
do so, and them as are higher larnt, and
all that wouldn't set SIGH examples, my
poor Tom would be alive and caring for
his poor old mother; but now there
amt any of my family left but me and
my poor little gran'chile. my dead
darter's little girl, and we are going to
stop with my brother in nlinoy."
Tongue ofman or angel never preached
a more eloquent sermon than that
gray. withered old lady, trembling with
old age, excitement and fear that she
was doing wrong. I can't recall half
she said, as she, poor, lone, beggared
widow, stood before those noble-looking
men, and pleaded the cause of the rising
generation.
The look they bore as she poured
forth her sorrowful tale was indescriba-
BILE. To say that they looked like crimi-
nails at the bar, would be faint descrip-
ton. can imagine how they felt.
The old lady tottered to her seat, and,
taking her little grand child in her lap,
hid her face on her neck. The little one
stroked her gray hair with one hand and
said: Don't cry, gamma, don't cry,
granma. Eyes unused to weeping
were red for many a mile on that jour
ney. And can hardly believe that one
who witnessed that scene ever touched
card again. 1t is but just to say that
when the passengers came to themselves
they generously responded to the Judge,
who, hat in hand, silently passed
through her little audience. -Pres6v-
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