Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-10-07


sion as he stood on the sidewalk IN Mul-
berry street, opposite police headquarters,
and CAPPED at a window on which was the
sign, New York Tribune Police Bureau. /"
After reading the sign carefully be
walked into the bureau and inquired,
young man, are you the boss of this ere
shebang2"
"a represent The Tribune here"
That's right Glad to know vel Pm
lookin for little Teller what come to my
place up in Delaware county last summer,
sent there by the Fresh Air fund. Mother
and Susan, that's my darter, sot such store
by that little shaver that they wanted him
back again this year, He sorter promised
to come tew, but we haint seed him. Moth
err was readin about the children goin to
the country and she says had better come
down and git him. My sakesl | didn't
know so many folks lived in Mulberry
street, or wouldn't ha' tried to find him"
Ibid you have his address,"
~ only know be belonged somewheres in
Mulberry street"
"What was his name2"
Jimmy Murphy"
"AhP The reporter once had arranged
to have that boy sent into the country
"Was he a sickly looking little chap, with
yellow hair and blue eyes"
"That's himi He looked Hike a ghost
when he came to our place, but mother fed
him on homemade bread and milk with
the cream stirred into it, and he chirped
up amazin. Then he elm the apple tree
about forty times a day, and it would ha'
done yer heart good TO see him lay into
them golden sweets. fetched some In a
bag for him, Jest to let him see we had
some more. Whyi he looked like new
boy when he left us. How is the little
critterP
~ think you had better come and see for
yourself"
The reporter led the old farmer to a
space between two front tenement houses
in Mulberry street. and into a narrow
paved court in front OF a row of rear tene-
ment houses
A woman answered the reporters In
quiry by shouting up the stairway, Mrs.
Murphy Here's gintleman wants yerp'
The creaking Of door and the shutting
of feet on an upper landing guided the two
men to Mrs. Murphy's humble home. She
invited them into the room, which was
parlor, kitchen, laundry and bed chamber,
all in one, wiped the soapsuds from her red
arms with her apron, and then hastily
busted off two chairs-the only two she
had-for the visitors. The old farmer
dropped the bag of yellow apples on one
chair but remained standing
He seemed to be too much dazed by the
poverty Of the place to say anything, and
the reporter briefly explained the object Of
the visit, Mrs. Murphys hands carried
her apron to her eyes, and from it's folds
came muffled sobs Her grief was like
revelation, and it stunned the old man for
a minute His jaw dropped and his eyes
became misty. Then he turned to the re-
porter with a hoarse whisper. THE little
runt is dead"
"If he had said dazzling that word
could not have had sound so tender and
expressive as had the one he was accus
toned to use in speaking Of a sickly and
petted animal. Diphtheria had sent jim
mic Murphy to better place than the one
from which the Fresh Air fund had once
temporarily withdrawn him." the reporter
said Mrs. Murphy dried her tears and &C.
cepted the yellow apples.
"Mother and Susan III be all freddy dis
app'inted," said the old farmer, rs he
wrung the reporters hand at parting
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