Telegram-herald. ([Grand Rapids, Mich.) 18??-1892, 1891-10-30
ONCE he WENT ON A fREor, AIR TRIP

When q Kind Hearted Farmer Came Ter
the Little Fellow Again He Was Dead.
His long, matted hair and his flowing
chin whiskers, which were streaked with
gray and stained with tobacco juice. his
i'll fitting ''store clothes" and the traces OF
tallow on his cowhide boots, showed plain
ly that he was from the country. Deep
wrinkles in his weather beaten face, de-
cided stoop about the shoulders and the
enlarged knuckles OF his rough hands also
told of hard work He held fast with one
hand to bag which bulged with big yel
low apples His eyes had kindly expires
sion rs he stood on the sidewalk In Null
berry street. opposite police headquarters,
and CAPPED ut a window on which was the
sign, New York Tribune Police Bureau"
After reading the sign carefully he
walked into the bureau and inquired.
young man, arc you the boss OF this ere
| shebang,"
al represent The Tribune here"
That's right Glad TO know yel I'm
| 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 xuch 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 20 find him."
ibid you have his addr,ssf"
81 only know be belonged somewhere In
Mulberry street"
"What WAS his namer
Jimmy Murphy"
"Ahr' 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 himl He looked like q ghost
when he came to our place, but mother fed
| him on homemade bread and milk with
| the cream stirred into IL. and he chirped
| up amazin. Then he elm the apple tree
about forty times day, and IL would ha'
| done yer heart good 10 see him lay into
| them golden sweets. fetched some In
| bag for him, lest to let him see VIC had
some more. Wbyi he looked like a new
| boy when he left US. How is the little
| critterf''
II think you had better come and zee FOR
| yourself"
4 The reporter led the old farmer 70 .
space between two front tenement houses
In Mulberry street. and into narrow
| paved court in front of row OF rear tene-
/ ment houses
| A woman answered the reporters In
| quiry by shouting MP the stairway. mrs
| Murphy Here's gintlcman wants yerI
The cresking Of a door and the shutting
Of feet on an upper landing guided the twe
| men 10 Mrs. Murphy's humble home She
| invited them into the room, which w~
parlor. kitchen. laundry and bed chamb~r
all in one. wiped the sospsuds from her red
arms with Der apron, and then hastily
| busted of two chsirs--tbe only two she
hsd-for the visitors The old farmer
dropped the bag Of yellow apples on one
chair but remained standing.
He seemed TO he too much dared by the
! poverty 81 the place 10 say anything. ana
the reporter briefly explained the object OF
TIE visit Mrs Murphys hands carried
her apron 20 Der eyes. and from ia folds
came rnuffed sobs Her grief was Ike .
| revelation, and IL stunned the old man for
minute. His jaw dropped and his eves
became misty. Then be turned 20 the ~
porter with hosrse whisper, The little
| runt is dead
III he had ssid 'dsrilns' tbst word
could not hare bad . sound 80 tender ard
expressive So hsd the one be vss socus
toned to use in 4essing % a sickiy and
pettea animal Dphtberis had sen; Jim
rnis Mvrphy 70 better pisce than the oss
frorn which the Fresh Air fuBd hsc onee
ter porsrily vithdrswb him" The rsDorsss
said Mrs MURPHY dried Der tears and 30
cepted the yellow apples
Mother and Susan II be al sr>Sly lie
sppintsd said the old farmer. ns he
~rune the reporters hand ~ parting
Ss~ York Trlbune