Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-05-29
CHAPTER III.

Kingsbridge- Legend Of the East River-Ob-
servations on Life in General-Hanging Out
for the Nght-The Prune House-Story OF
the Hucksters-W 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 deeper shade
of green, and the young year seems like a
Mott street maiden trembling on the brink
of a six months sentence.
Harriet picked up 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 longiDgly 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.
'Oh 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,
miserable Sophia Leibschitz hurled the
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
nassinQ by on a Belt line car
The baby was fished out with a boat
hook But its little life was gone; the saw
dust was a shapeless mass in its little mus
lin stomach. Montana said 1t 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 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
| Morrsiana. We came across 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. II
was a building standing all alone at the
iuncture 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 it was. Its only the hucksters
coming in; go back to bed, you idiots,
said the landlord.
We afterward learned that the PruDe
House had several boarders who paid for
their keep by raising chickens-of othe
peoples roosts. These were the huckster'
he spoke Of. The meals in the Prune House
are good in consequence.
We left the Prune House at an early houl
and started cross country for Morrisania
Morrisanis is quaint old town. Harrie
said she knew a young man in Morrisania
He used to come to see her.
After this shock we decided TO return h
the city on the a." The ticket chopper oh
jected to the goat mo hanimiles his al
lowed" he said.
SO we had to walk back.
when will we go to Harlem Again.
said Harriet when we were ono, more SAT
in my room.
Never" said Montana you can coun
me dead against Harlem as long as there
4 tail on a goosel'
And the goat, standing on his hind leg
night, gave strong approval to the sent
ment-
-Naw York Evening Sun