The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1892-12-22
A PROFESSIONAL "WEEPER.n
A Young Scamp Who Finds Begging Mo,

Profitable Than Working.
"Jack the .Weeper' is well known
about the lower part of the town. He
has been exploited in the newspapers in
connection with arrest and incarcera-
ton, has been interviewed and had his
picture taken, and on various occasions
has sworn off from professional Weep
ing. "Jack the Weeper" is diminu-
tive looking specimen of a seven-year-
old boy with twenty-year-old face and
stock of experience and cunning rarely
accumulated by mankind this side Of
fifty. He is ostensibly newsboy, but
the fraternity hold him in great con-
tempt or know him only to thump him.
His "racket" has been to get bundle Of
papers together late in the evening and
weep at the foot of the elevated stairs
down town.
Sympathetic people cast him pennies
and nickels and dimes, and sometimes
an occasional quarter or half dollar
found an abiding place in the weeper's
inside pocket-all on the supposition
that he was an honest lad who had been
"stuck." Thus the weeper found that
tears could be coined into cash more
easily and profitably than by the ordi-
nary course of the news trade. But just
as Jack had worked up a fairly regular
trade in came policeman, cold and
calculating man of the world, with
club, and broke up business by arrest,
examinations and consequent publicity.
At the foot of down town stairway
of Sixth avenue elevated station in the
most fashionable part of New York re-
Gently occurred a scene which demon
strated that slack the Weeper" had not
only not gone out of business, but had.
vastly improved upon former methods.
1t was about the fashionable shopping
hour and the swell women and dilettan.c
young men were focking to the down
town trains. A delicate lad, with con.
sumptive cough and a bundle of castoff
morning newspapers, stood shivering at
the foot of the stairs, two great big
homemade tears blowing their way
muddy waters of the Missouri seek the
sea. Several of us stopped out of SYM
pathy and began to question the boy.
At the same time nearly every hand
in the crowd instinctively sought for
change. An exceedingly sharp eyed lady
impulsively pulled out bill and pushed
it into his trembling fingers, accompany
ing the act with an appealing look
around upon the rest of US. 1t worked.
Everybody in sightgave silver, and an
old lady who came in later on the scene
pressed two dollar note upon the child.
missed two trains to note the goodly
sight, and l felt proud of my fellow
creatures and the beautiful sympathy of
my kind. The boy never said word.
He merely coughed and wept and scooped
in the coin. In the excitement of the
moment 1 forgot an errand had at the
next station and went past it. Then !
got out, went up the other side and rode
back.
There was little mob gathered on
the down town side at the foot of the
stairs. So nearly like the other mob
was it that at first thought had made
another mistake and gone back to my
starting point. But no; it was the next
station.
Well, "shiver my timbers!' as the old
salt says, if there wasn't the same boy
with the same graveyard cough, the
same weep, the same old papers, and,
what was more astonishing, here was the
same sharp eyed, benevolent lady in the
midst of group of sympathetic women,
just starting liberal subscription.
My first impulse was to jump in and
grab her and yell for the police, but
conquered it and walked away, wonder
ing how much money there was in this
new snap of the woman and the weeper.
New York Herald.