New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-05-23
LITTLE AGGY MAGLONE.
An Experience Of Clara Morris How the
Petted Actress Found and Cared for
Waif-The Moral Sense of
the Community,

One day Mrs. Clara Morris Harriott
saw little gray-eyed mite in black
dress going home with lunch-basket
under her arm. The New York Morn
ing Journal says that she might not
have noticed her if the mite had not
fallen down in the Bowery as if she had
been struck dead. Men and boys and
shop girls, all homeward bound, crowd
cd around her in minute. One gentle
damsel from Vesey street said she had
the hydrophobia. Another said pshaw,
it was only a fit. A truckman wanted
to throw some cold and dirty water on
the mite. But a policeman picked it up
in his brawny arms, and parting the
crowd, carried it into an adjacent drug
store.
"What's the matter with the child?"
asked Mrs, Harriott
''Seems to be aneuric," said the techni.
cal but polite clerk. ''Guess she is starv-
ed and poisoned"
After a while the mite opened pair
of big gray eyes and looked all round
with dull wonder, clutched the dress
on it's flat bosom mechanically with q
little dirty blue hand, as if there was q
stitch there, and said with a thin, trem-
ulous and scared voice, II want to &c
home.''
"What makes her smell so awfully O,
tobacco?' asked the lady.
''Well, l 'spose,' said the gentleman.
ly clerk, "that she works in it. There s
lots OF 'em do. They're pickers anG
sorters IN hot rooms where the atmos.
phere is worse than tropical swamp.
1t kills most of 'em sooner or later.
Specially when they haven't got muck
blood. like this one'
Then the big gray eyes turned on a
precocious look Of intelligence that the
little mouth with it's hard neuralgia lines
couldn't put into words, and they seem
ed to say to the lady:
'He's struck it sure mum. I'm so full
Of terbaccy that l can't breathe.
care there any tobacco factories in
New York where they employ childran?''
asked a woman in swan s-down wrap
per at the Everett house one morning as
she slipped her coffee.
''Plenty of them," answered the gray
haired man who was standing before the
CRATE. ''What new crotchet have you
got into your head now?'
II want to 60 and see one!' said the
woman. "It must be pathetic to see
them poison the children
80, moonshine. They wouldn't LET
you in, and the children prefer it,
''Then,' said the luxuriant crank in
swan s-down, II want to enjoy it with
them for half an hour. Life hasn't got
so many pleasures that I can afford to
miss this one"
''Well, is that all the foolishness that
you can think of for to-day?''
"That's all. No, stop. Do you know
where Callahan's alley is?''
''Never heard of it. Do they kill peo-
pie there?''
eyes, babies. They're killing one
there to-day. want to see it.
Callahan's alley is in Essex street. It
is Il rear house Top floor, Italians;
next, Portuguese scavengcrs; next, Mig
gers; next Chinese opium-eaters; next,
organ-grinders and soap-fat men. In
the basement, Aggy Maglone, the mite,
still smelling of tobacco, and curled up
on bundle of old clothes in the damp
corner, asleep and breathing as if there
wasn't much use in keeping it up.
Maglone himself sits on keg with
his head in his hands. He hasn't had
any work for six months. Mary Mag
lone is out, because she is in an envelope
factory. Mrs. Maglone is dead. The
doctor says that Aggy has got the in
termittent. It's ten to one if he can pull
her through.
In comes with a rustic and smirk a
great deal of skirt and small amount
of woman, followed by putting and
ponderous and somewhat exasperated
mass of man, with white handkerchief
in his hand. General CONSERVATION in
the Maglone institute.
''What are those pipes for, it smells
like sewer here?' Says Flills and Skirts,
looking round.
"Ihose are the waste pipes from the
other floors, and they all leak more or
less into this basement" says the big
man, holding his handkerchief to his
nose. "We are in sewer, and don't
want to waste any time here.''
NO. say Frills, sitting down on a
washtVb as if to stay. 81 never was in
a sewer before. It's novel. Just look
at this baby and tell me if you can save
her life'
Scientific Fuss and Feathers looks at
the mite in the corner. ''There isn't
enough life in the bundle to set up
business for an ordinary mouse" Puts
on good spectacles, blows his nose, turns
up his coat-sleeves. Then he turns down
the rags. A bit of white leg sticks out.
"Going to die I suppose. It's my
luck!' says Frills.
No answer. A little limp eyelid is
lifted up and Gold Spectacles peers I'M
der it. A gold pencil prizes the little
jaws apart, and then the big man, un-
able to get down to the patient, lifts it
up bodily and holds the little body up to
his ear. Then he takes long breath,
lays it down. wipes his hands with his
handkerchief and plants himself in front
of Mr.. Maglone. At the end of fifteen
minutes he turns his cuffs down and gets
up. "Well," says the woman, 'is's bad
job I suppose.
''Do you want specially to save her
lifep'
eyes, l do. I've taken fancy to her
gray eyes,
''Then take her away from here. She's
poisoned
Six months later.
Take my card up. Iwant to see Miss
Adele
''She isn't here.''
"Well, give it to Mrs. Harriott."
"All right, sir. Stepup in the parlor. y
s'With regards to Miss Adele, / wish
to ascertain if can get her for q few
nights?'
NO" said the lady, 81 don't think
you can.
''Why not? Money is no object. She
is so pretty and lady-like?''
!, excuse me. You are wasting time.
She is not acting
ttNOt ootinr2 1,