Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-07-31
THE WIcKEDEST MAN.
The Lesson Was "Judge Not That Ye Bs
Not Judged"

The Lesson Was "Judge Not That Ye Ba
Not Judged"
went out the other day to findthe
wickesest man, and down in Roosevelt
street. and without extended search, l
ran across him, writes M. Quad in the
New York World. l recognized him
on sight. He was bully rufIian, who
could have picked up the average man
and dashed him to the earth as the
child does a toy. He was frowsy, I'M
kempt, red-faced and full of swagger,
and his blood-shot eyes had the look
OF wild beast as he surveyed me and
growled:
What ar ye lookin' atP Go on, or
I'll do ye."
He sat down on the step OF q rum
hole, and l stood little way Of and
watched him. A girl or years old
came along with an empty ''growlnr,"
and he kicked it out of her hand and
sent it flying, and then tried to kick
her. A Chinaman, docile and good
natured came from the other direction
with bundle under his arm, and he
received "A kick which propelled him
almost to the other curb. Two strong
men, passing down the street on the
other side, stopped to look and my
wickedest man uttered q growl which
sent them on in a hurry.
What a husband and father! What
love could he feel for wife and child
what pity for the sorrowing-what
mercy for one who had angered him!
All! my fine chap, there's a gloomy
prison waiting for you in Center street
"a Judge wearing the black cap-a
death chair over which men shudder
and turn pale as they remember
Kemmler. You'll do murder yet, ant
you'll die the death of murderer
You feel your degraded. brutal condk
ton, and you hate honest respectable
humanity all the more for it. Cast in
the same mold as your fellowmen,
given a soul, a heart q brain, how
you might, with that vigor and muscle
and Drawn, hew a path for yourself
through the ranks of the more timid
and less vigorous! Instead OF fame
you seek degradation. Instead OF
honor you curse all that is noble and
good.
Then two things happened at once.
A hawker came up the street crying
his flowers, and hearse drove up to
the very door at which ! stood. A
moment later man brought out q
coffin in his arms-a baby's coffin
and placed it in the hearse. Then o
carriage drove up, and weeping
mother and two children came out and
got in. There was the bitterness of
grief and the sting of poverty COM
bined. ] was looking from one scene,
to the other when my wickedest man
arose. halted the fower-seller and
what do you think he didp Struck him
down? Cursed him? No! He bought
all the flowers he had, punched them
together to make n big bouquet, and,
coming forward to the hearse he
opened the door with his own hand
and laid that bouquet on the little
cofiinl Aye, morel When he had done
so he lifted his hat to the weeping
mother, and said:
For the poor child that's dead,
ma'am, and am sorry for you!''
And go, my wickedest NANNY
flinty-hearted, murderously -inclinedi
ruffian-vanished from sight and in.
his place | found n man more thought
full than the rest of us, doing what we
should have done, speaking words
which so touched the heart of the
stricken mother that she asked heaven
10 bless him forever.
Verify, judge not, lest we be also
judged"