St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-01-03
TOM AND JERRY.
How the Former Died From a
Knife Thrust.

L4OW EOfIn6r UIGQ FROM
Knife Thrust.
i was hurrying along Park Row one
evening last week, says the New York
Recorder, when boy, right at my ell
bow, said: "Evenin' paper, missls?"
turned around. He had just one paper
in his hand.
''All the rest sOld?" / asked.
"All but this" he replied,
AS took 1t noticed book under
the other arm-a cheap little pamphlet
and ] said: ''What book are you
reading?"
He held it up so that could read the
title. "Great Heroes"
''Well, how do you like it?'' | asked.
''Purty well, misiIs. Some of 'em was
great men and fought in big battles. but
don't know as that's what makes a
hero, after ALL"
ooh, you don'tn' said I. We were
walking along side by side by this time.
And what do you think constitutes a
hero?'
"Well, knOwed little chap once as
was what call hero. But nobody
ever knOwed much about him and he
Want never put in no book. He's dead
now.''
We were at City Hall park by this
time.
Come and sit on this bench beside
me-" | said, land tell me about this boy
you knew. l can't put him in book
exactly. but I'll put him in newspaper
and all my children Will read about him
and praise him for his herOism. Will
you tell me?'
pretty cold in the park and he was bare
footed. But when laid my coat over
his knees he showed it aside and said he
didn't mind cold weather. And then he
told Inc the story.
He was my chum." he said, land
he's been dead now year. ! missed
him awful at first, and do yet, on cold
nights when the wind blows. / wake
up sometimes and wonder if he's colder
than he used to be when he was sleep.
ing outdoors 'longslde of me.
Ills name was Tom, mine is Terry,
but the boys nicknamed US Tom and
Jerry, and Eve allus been called Jerry
ever since. He was litter feller-lit-
tern me-but he want 'fraid of
nOthin'.
He sold papers, too, and we allus
kept together. We lived down in
Gotham court. Sometimes we had a
bed. but Oftener we slept outdoors.
"There wuz tough gang down there,
but we never mixed in no rows. Some
OF the boys carried knives. but we kept
straight ana behaved ourselves.
lone night we wuZ coming home and
we heard row going on.
"'What is it,? says Tom. Somebody's
bein, hurt. Let's go see.'
1--WE ran up. There was gang of
boys robbing an old apple woman who
used to sell Oh the corner.
ION jumped into the fight to help
her. Then the boys turned Oh HIM.
~ saw knife fash in the moonlight
and | heard Tom groan.
"Then l screamed as hard as l could
for the p'lice.
'"They came running down the court
double quick, and first they caught the
bOys-all of 'em.
when they came to pick Tom up it
want no use. He was going so fast
that no doctor nor no ambulance could
help him.
1.-THE p'lice made all the boys stand in
front of him and held a lantern fur Tom
to pick out the one that stabbed him.
but Tom wouldn't, and he knew,
too.
He just smiled and said: No, I
won't tell ON the boys
Then he rolled over toward me, said
'GOOd-by, Jerry, and died.
nat was all, but 1t seemed to me
Tom was hero just as much as some
OF those in this book. Don't it seem so
to you, missis?"
Eyes, Jerry, think he was.''
land will you tell your chiIdren?" he
said. anXiOusly.
Yes, will tell them.''
Inanky. Eve ailus kind of wanted
somebody to know about Tom. He's
lynn out in the potter's field now.
There ant no way of rememberin' him
out there. But this'll be better way,
won't it?'
much BETTER" l said, and so today I
have told you the story of Jerry's chum,
Tom.