Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-06-04
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER H.
Kingsbridge-Legend Of the East River-Ob-
servations on Life In General-Hanging Out
for the Night-The Prune House-Story of
the Hucksters-We Go to Morrisania-
1t was a glorious morning, late spring
and early fall, just the time when the visit
ing country cousin takes on a deeper shade
of green, and the young year seems like a
Mott street maiden trembling on the brink
of six months sentence.
Harriet picked up a morning paper and
read us the Legend of the East River
1t was the sad, sad story Of Sophia Lieb-
schitz, who tried to drown her doll baby
because her mother had spanked her for
| bilking her baby brother out of his share
of the sauerkraut.
"She gazed longingly at the swishing
wavelets, and then pressed her infant
closer to her bosom.
Great scalding tears welled from her
eyes, and splashed as they fell upon the in
nocent babes face.
"ohi 1t was pitiful,
In this whole city full,
Friends she had none.
"Then, with a startled look up and down
the wharf, and out. far out upon the swell
ing bosom of the East river, heart broken,
poDuid tht
sleeping infant.
with a smothered shrek of despair the
agonized mother turned and buried her
face in her hand. Now it was her turn to
leap.
Restraining hands were near, however,
and Sophia found herself clasped in the
arms of two sturdy mechanics, William
Tuthill Of 622 Water street, and Robert
Thomas, of PCS Delaney street, who were
passing by on a Belt line car"
The baby was fished out with boat
hook. But its little life was gone the saw
dust was a shapeless mass in its little mus
lin stomach. Montana said it was the saw
dust thing she had ever heard. You see
worse things in Punch than what Montana
says sometimes. Late in the day we re-
turned to Harlem and put up at the Prune
House. We had some trouble finding this
hotel. We arrived from Kingsbridge foot
sore after our long ride We struck a de-
serted part of the town. Georgiana said
she knew a hotel, and we followed her
We followed her for four hours. Then she
confessed that the hotel she knew was in
Morrisiana. We came across a solitary
| loafer. Harriet asked him IL he could tell
us a good place to hang out for night
| He said yes, there was a butcher shop
around the corner; we could get up on the
hooks in front and hang out all we wanted.
He was a coarse loafer.
| We found the Prune House at last. 1t
was building standing all alone at the
| juncture of two of the main streets. We
retired early, but were awakened about
midnight by dreadful squealing Of pigs
and the cackling of chickens. We rushed
out into the ball and demanded to know
what 1t was. Its only the hucksters
coming in; 20 back to bed, you idiots, y
said the landlord.
We afterward learned that the Prune
House had several boarders who paid for
their keep by raising chickens-off Other
peoples roosts. These were the hucksters
he spoke Of. The meals in the Prune House
are good in consequence.
We left the Prune House at an early hour
and started cross country for Morrisania
Morrisania is quaint old town. Harriet
said she knew a young man in Morrisania
He used to come to see her.
After this shock we decided to return IL
the city on the ia" The ticket chopper OBJ
jected to the goat. mo hanimiles his al
lowed" he said.
So we had to walk back.
when will we go to Harlem again 2
said Harriet when we were ono, more SAT,
In my room.
"Neverp said Montana. "You can coun
me dead against Harlem as long as there i
q tail on goosep'
And the goat, standing on his hind leg
before the window peering out into tn
night, gave strong approval to the senti
ment.
THE END.
New York Evening Sun.