Bridgeton pioneer., 1885-12-17
NO. 1870
THE FATE OF A MISER.

A man dressed in tattered clothes.
with tottering STEP and with the gen.
eral appearance of being half-starved
hired room at the lodging house No.
l5l South Fifth avenue, New York CITY.
few weeks ago. He appeared to be
suspicious of every one. He did not
seem to have any business and went in
and out at all hours of the day and
night. Two week ago he became sick
and was confined to his room. No one
paid any attention to his absence, or
became alarmed at his disappearance
until the neighbors noticed a foul
stencil coming from the room. They
found the man on the floor. in the
midst of filth. The room looked as if a
number of garbage boxes had been
scattered around. The man seemed
contented in his inhuman habitation,
but watched his visitors intently. He
complained of hunger and said that he
had no money to pay his rent and did
not know what was going to become
of him. He remained in this condition
forseveral days longer, when complaint
was made to the Board of Health and
the man was removed to the Bellevue
Hospital.
At the hospital a more minute ex-
animation of his body was made. The
hair was full of vermin, and insects of
many kinds covered his body. Moth
ing but the framework of the BODY re-
NAMED, and running sore was at al
most every projection of bone The
man was exceedingly weak, and did
not appear to be suffering from any
thing except lack of nourishment and
cleanliness. He contrasted his unfor
tunate plight and the depth of his mis-
cry with the luxuries that wealth would
buy, and bemoaned his sad fate con-
tinually. He finally said that his name
was Rufus Garlic; that he came from
Camden, Me-, and had sister. Mrs.
Crocket, in Rockland, Me. He did not
care for his relatives and they did not
care for him. He had been a broker.
but he could not accumulate anv
money. AS fast as he made dollar it
slipped out of his fingers. He had to
give money here and there and to
everyone, but when he became poor
and could not raise enough money to
get morsel to eat no one gave him a
cent. There were many people in that
city who knew him, but as he was poor
they would not notice him.
His vital organs We're so greatly de-
bilitated bylong fasting that food could
only be given him in small quantities,
and in liquid form. But he was raven
Gus, and swallowed whateverwas given
him like flash. His body, however.
was IN such a weak condition that it
could not respond to the tonics that
We're given to him, and recently he
was seized with spasms, in one of which
he died.
The clerk of the hospital, lin making
search through his clothes for what
ever effects he might possess as marks
for Identification, was surprised to find
in one of his pockets a roll of bright,
new bills, wrapped in a piece of paper,
amounting to $253 Continuing the
search he found a package of bank
books, which showed that the dead
man had in the National Park Bank,
of New York, $t,S00 to his credit; in
the Bleecher Savings Bank, 5000; in
the Seaman's Bank, in Wall St., $40O,
and in the Bowery Savings Bank, $40C.
In dirty envelope was deedt to Rufus
Carle, with an abstract of title, show
ing that he owned 500 acres of land in
Scott County, Tenn, free and clear of
encumbrance. There was an old book
that contained a number of curious
entries. In a pocket-book (that was
thrown away because of the unbeara
BILE stench) was card of John Carle &
Sons, wholesale drug dealers, No. 153
Water street. The firm is composed of
John Carle Jr., and John j. Carle.
The sister of the dead man was in
formed of his death.
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