The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-09-18
81 Wanter BE An Angel"-"De Gospel shop
De Bowery"-Snorcher aud His
Friend Tim-Some Knotty Prob
lens to Solve, Etc.

lers that the sight and the taste should
both be catered to. He was performing
that remarkable juggling feat in the pre-
paration of Manhattan cocktail in which
two VINE glasses are connected by liquid
ribbon, when a newsboy, pushing the
swlnging-door open, dashed in shouting:
"Exty, extry; all about how Hogan was
drownded in de air ship Only l cent"
The bartender went on mixing his cock
tail, and, holding one glass above his head,
let a ruby cascade fall into the other glass
without spilling drop. Theft he threw a
cent upon the counter and the boy tossed
a paper, still damp from the press, to him.
Give us a glass o beer, will We, Billy"
said the newsboy, placing nickel upon
the counter.
But Billy was looking through the news
paper to see ii Sullivan had arrived in the
city, and he paid no attention TO the boys
request. Meanwhile the boy kicked at the
bar and hummed the tune, Il Want to be
an Angel" under his breath. The request
was repeated and the bartender replied:
Look here, Tim; you know if 1 sell
you beer the ;. 2. c. G. II be down here
an take me in"
"a crown upon my forehead en- a harp
within my hand" continued Tim before
replying, with a wink.
"Ah, gi' me a glass, Billy. I amt ago
in to squeal."
Billy went to the door and looked up
and down the street. Perceiving no Off
Ger he returned, drew foaming glass OF
beer and showed it across the counter to
Tim. with the injunction:
pour her down quick, Tim. I don't
want to be skier on the island"
While Tim was drinking, Billy said
"Were'd you learn the new song, lin"
up { de gospel shop on de Bowery,"
replied the boy, wiping the froth from his
mouth with his shirt sleeve. "Dey're
goin' to have 'scursion up de Hudson
Wen sda', en- I'm goin' to scoop il in. Pm
jest workin' de racket fur cake en- pie en-
ice cream, OATS what I'm doin," said Tim
with another knowing wink, as he con-
Guided the verse hallowed by so many
childish lips:
"I'll make de sweetest music,
En- praise Him day an night"
Billy grinned as he wiped the beer drip
pings from the counter, and when he
turned to survey his immaculate shirt
front and cleaning diamond pin in the
gilded mirror. Tim grabbed his papers and
darted from the door.
The short hand on the city hall clock
had crawled around to the hour OF 8 p. N.
The crowds on Park row had melted away
and the shouts of "Extryl" by the news
boys were seldom heard. In city hall
park group OF boys were playing craps.
Tim was among them, still humming his
desire to be an angel and with the angels
stand. Suddenly Tim stopped humming,
and, looking angrily at one Of his COM
rades, exclaimed:
Gimme dat cent, Snorcher, er I'll break
yer jaw"
you can't break nobody's jaw, Tim,"
replied SnOrcher, as he shook the dice box
for another throw. Just as he raised the
box TO make cast, Tim struck him in the
face with the flat of his right hand. The
impact of the blow sent Snorcher rolling
on the pavement, but he regained his feet
and a rough-and tumble fight began.
Locked in each others arms they rolled
out into the street. Here both struggled
to an upright position, and just as an cleo
trio car came along Snorcher struck Tim
blow in the face which knocked him
! across the rails. Before the car could be
stopped it had passed over both of Tins
legs, crushing them below the knees.
An ambulance came rattling down
Chambers-st and stopped before the drug
store into which Tim had been carried.
Upon the floor in the back room lay the
boy unconscious His lips were white, as
| il fringed with silver cord. Two red rivu-
lets on the cobblestones outside and over
the cleanly-swept floor indicated that Tim
was not so heavy as he had been in the
morning. Three policemen kept the crowd
back, one of whom held the sobbing and
repentant Snorcher by the collar. A
young surgeon forced his way through the
crowd. He cut the torn trousers off at the
| knees and shook his head as he bent over
the injured boy. Five minutes later the
ambulance was on its way to Chambers-st.
hospital, bearing weak and restless pas
senger.
After the crushed limbs had been am
putated, Tim awoke from his swoon and
gazed feeblv around the ward. The lucid
interval was OF but short duration, but the
nurse saw his lips move, and, bending ten
derby over him, she heard these words:
EN- harp within my"
The last word was not uttered, for Tim
fell again into the torpor of utter exhaus-
ton
At 10 o'clock the next morning police
man, accompanied by Snorcher, came into
the hospital. Said he to the orderly at the
door
Here's kid as wants to see the boy
that was run over last night. Can We let
him go up?"
81 guess there's no objection. Here,
this way, sonny" said the orderly.
Snorcher eagerly followed to the bedside
of Tim. As Snorcher looked down at the
pallid face and the hands bleached to the
color of the sheet upon which they lay,
he would have burst into tears, had not
the nurse cautioned him to keep quiet. A
| feeble smile stole over Tins wan features
as he opened his eyes and saw his friend
standing beside him. Thrusting his grimy
hand into his pocket Snorcher produced
rosebud, which he placed between Tins
nerveless fingers whispering:
"Breeve on her, Tim! Breeve on her
tell she blows" Tim nodded his head
! feeblv and tried to raise the bud to his
lips. but it fell back upon the counter
pane Then Snorcher took from his
! pocket two big yellow oranges. Placing
| these on the pillow he whispered eagerly :;
"Eat 'em, Tim, an when they're gone
! I'll buy We some more, cause I've got
! quarter left.
1t may have been that Tim had lost his
/ taste for oranges At any rate he paid no
attention to them, but motioned to Snor-
cher to draw nearer to him. The angel of
/ death must have been posing his spear
/ over the hospital, for it was with effort
that Tim articuated:
''Snorch, you kin go to de gospel picnic
en- get de cake en- ice cream stead O. me-