The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-08-25
A SAD STORY.
How "A Little Human Flower was Crushed
to Death-A Tale of the Big City.

How Little Human Flower was Crushed
to Death-A Tale of the Big City.
From the New York Mai and Express.
How happy she seems in her little
cheap pinafore of blue, as she comes
tripping down the sidewalk to where
her girlish companions Fave gathered
1t is her first appearance among them
for several weeks, cruel fever having
kept her indoors for that period. What
welcome they do give her, and the
light in her soft blue eyes tells the mer-
rymakers that she deeply appreciates
the kindly reception. The little blue
frocked child is the Colleen haired belle
of East 10Th Street. How happy she Is
now over the prospects of there being
no further sickness to keep her away
from her young friends The welcome
chorus continues and around the corner,
out of Lexington Avenue, comes a huge,
numbering ice wagon. It's capacity is
irlly tested by the enormous cakes of
ice that 1t holds and the two horses at
tathed to it are straining every muscle
TO drag it after them. The little belle
gazes at the wagon as 1t draws up in
front of one of the residences, and the
drip, drip of the melting mass makes
her feyerish mouth water The doctor
had told her parents that ice world
quiet the fever that pervaded her every
Joint. But that was luxury which
circumstances denied. Father and
mother were poor, how poor Little
Beauty did not dare to think, Father
had had no employment since last fall,
and the stock in the family Harder was
low. The wherewithal that had been
acquired by early energy and late toll
was exhausted now, and Ice was dear
at any cost. Yes, this girls departure
at the s1aShore, told poor Little Beauty
only too plainly how poor she really
was.
''The big bluff driver of the ice wag-
on has kind face, and surely he will
say nothing if take just tiny piece, :"
thinks Little Beauty. The driver sits
on his wagon totally oblivious of the fact
that the poor eversh child has climbed
to the step behind. He starts the wag-
on ahead, and goldenhair smiles over
the pleasure of the ride. Suddenly the
wagon stops, and then backs up to de-
post an extra large load Of the frozen
mass on the sidewalk of q meat estab-
lishment. A collision with the curb
stone means a shaking mp for Beauty,
and she trightens and attempts to jump
off. The little weak legs refuse to support
her quaking body; she falls, and-alas
what does this mean
Little Beauty is no more. The gold
en- locks belong to the bleeding,
mangled and lifeless form that lies on
the hard pavement under the huge
cart. A big wheel straining under its
heavy load had crushed out Beauty S
young life. But where is mother
Mother is up in yonder tenement COO
ing her youngest child too sleep. She
knows nothing of Beauty's fate.
The big bluff driver jumps down from
his seat with the first scream. He
rushes to the bleeding mass under the
cart. His heart comes up in his mouth
and the tears trickle down his cheeks
as he lifts up the bruised form. Little
Beauty's Mortified companions tell him
where the mother lives. Up, up the
stairs he hurries with the unfortunate
child. Her companions have preceded
him and poor mother knows all. What
a scene when the officers come and the
driver breaks-downi
Yes, yes" he cried, ''it was my
wagon that killed her Take me away
take me away and do anything you like
to me Oh, won't somebody Kill me ?"
All this happened on Saturday and
two bare lines in the papers told Of the
occurrence; but no mention was made
OF the poor parents anguish and the
deep griefof Little Beauty's companions.