The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-28
A MARTYR ToIDENTIFICATIoN

meal !'' said A tramp, the other morning, In Washington square, to a smart-look ing business man who walked bsiskly by
 The tramp was a very pronounced specimen of his species. His eyes were deeply sunk in ;heir sockets they were bloodsho, He looked haggard, care worn and demoralized generally. His grizzled hair was intricately matted over his perieranium, and his whole appear anoe was not such as to inspire either co a,idence or respect, although his features did not lack certain refinement.
 "Give poor man a dime!' he re- peated. plain,lvely.
 !" There you are, responded the 5asi- ness man, tossing the coin into the limp and ashbarrel!y ha, of the tramp. !" Bot what has brough; you to this condition :: You look as if you had seen better days. Is there anything can do for you - The tone of the tramp seemed to inter- e., the man of business.
 |" Those are kind words. ST. Yoa can do something for me, and II shall no, cost you a cent
 "Wha, IS 1t, my good fellow =
 want you 10 identify me-
 Identify ,ou. Why, think should now know you among a thousand"
 You misunderstood me. What 1 want you to do is to swear that am Eusebius Slote'
 But how can say ,ha. ii is your name! don't know you.'
 "Ah,a said the tramp they all say ,hat.n
 Then he drew from hole in his tat tered vest piece of paper that was soiled enough on the outside to have been a re- ceipt for ten of coal. and been carried with the coal itself. He opened l, and called the business mans attention to 1t.
 "Read that.r
 l The business man looked a, the docu- ment. It was draft on the Gotham bank of New York City for ten thousand dollars, payable 10 Eusebius Slote.
 Well, thai's all right. The Gotham bank hasn't busted If 1t isn't forgery, and you really are Eusebius Slo,e, why don, you go and get the money ys'
 can't do it"
 "Pshaw. guess you're a fraud, or the draft isn't yours at all. Ge, along. can't afford to lose any more time" and the business man started 10 leave.
 Don't go" shouted the tramp, lie, | AiAC CAPA8ihs dtn uO Ha4Q. II yCu VIII identify me am saved. Ineed no longer beg for ten cents to get meal. Listen to my sad story. Mans inhumanity to man ln refusing me identification, has blasted my life. came to this country with this draft for ten thousand dollars on the Gotham bank. IL was my all. thought it better to take the draft than carry the amount in gold. How different things might have been if had had the ! specie. l knew no one in New York. was well dressed, full of hope and vigor, and the future seemed bright and slop- ping over with promise. Ipresented my draft at the teller's window of the Gotham bank.
 He asked what my name was. ltold him Eusebius Slote. He said must get somebody t. identify me. l answered il wasn't possible, as knew nobody in the city. He replied that he could not help that. then remembered tha. had a friend in San Francisco. ltelegraphed for him but, alas my dispatch arrived only to find him dead. then wrote to Europe, and two or three of my friends Jeff their wives, families and business to come to New York to identify me: but then, as they could get nobody to identify them, they had 10 return and my draft still remained uncashed. My ready money gave out. and ultimately became a tramp, as you find me.
 Day after day have pleaded with the benevolent to identify me; but none of them will do it: even you refuse. Here l am walking about with ten thous- and dollars in my pockef, without shelter, almost without clothes, because there is no one who will swear that am Fuse bias Slote. l am getting old. know cannot live much longer, and when 1 die, perhaps in the Charity hospiszl, my death may be put down to this cruel unnatural law of identification. shall be buried in Potte-'s Field, when l might kaye a handsome tomb in Greenwood. This is indeed a hard, cruel, unsympathetic i world. And the worst of it all Is that my friends are nov all dead, 60 there is net the reznosess chance of my ever being identified by anybody who really knows mes