The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-15
STOLE FOR A SICK MOTHER.
But She Was Dead When He Returned
With the Booty.
I'm the New York World

From the New York World.
'Come, get up there, you young rascal,
and take your medicine" exclaimed a
policeman as he pushed a boy up before
Justice Watson in the Ewing street police
court, in Brooklyn, yesterday morning.
The young prisoner was crying as if his
heart would break.
SANFORD Parker, Jr, eh4n said the
justice, reading from the paper he held
you are accused of stealing the brass
handle Of the brake of trolley car thai
was standing in the yards at Flushing
avenue and Bartlett street. What have
you TO say for yourself?"
"I-did-steal-it, sir, ." sObbed the bow
81 stole it to buy something to eat for my
mother. She is very sick, sir, and there
was not thing to eat in the house.
was afraid she'd -' Parkers lips had
been quiYering, and he broke down again
Then he recovered himself. 81 was afraid
she'd die yesterday, and I stole the bra xe
and sold it. Indeed, that's the truth, sir.
took the money right home"
"Humph," calculated the Justice
that's the same story every young thief
that's brought in here tells me.
But there was that air of truth about
the boy that made Justice Watson hest
tate. Although he was in an agony OF
fear and distress, Young Parker looked
the justice straight in the eyes.
How old are you, and where do you
liveNi asked the court.
II am u years old, sir" replied the
lad. Il live with my mother. who's a
widow, and my sister, Lizzie, at No 9
Bartlett street. My mother has heart
disease, sir"
You say you took the money home.
Who bought the brake handle from youl''
Il sod 1t to peddler for 95 cents, sir.
/ ran home as fast as / could and gave the
money to Lizzie She bought something
to eat with it and some medicine for
mother"
Justice Watson eyed the boy narrowly
the boy looked straight at Justice Wat
son, who was almost persuaded that Par
ker was not lying.
What do you know about this. officer?''
asked the court, turning to Policeman
Meyer, of the Stagg street station, who
had arrested young Parker.
"A man working in the yards saw him
steal the brake-handle. your honor, and
recognized him. / arrested him early
this morning on the street"
Justice Watson whispered to Agent
Sauer, of the Society for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Children. Agent Sauer
went direct to Mrs. Parker's rooms.
She was dead
Garrulous but sympathetic neighbors
were trying to comfort her daughter.
Lizzie, whose grief was overwhelming.
The rooms were almost destitute of furni-
ture. Desperate poverty" was painted
palmer than words on the bare walls. on
the cold cooking range, in the empty clos
cts Mrs. Parker had long suffered with
heart disease. She had scarcely enough
to eat to keep life in her. 1t was simply
u. L,,.-
to build up her strength. The dispense
ries gave her medicines. At8o'clock yes
terday morning the dying woman was sit
ting in an old-fashioned rockingham
gasping for breath. Her disease was so
advanced that she was su ering terri ly
from dropsy. Her daughter left the room
for a few minutes to prepare some of the
food which she had bought with the
money given her by Sanford The boy
was away from home. "I'll come back,
mother he had said, as he kissed her
good-by.
Lizzie re-entered the room. There sat
the mother, her chin dropping on her
breast, her eyes wide open, staring She
could feel her own flesh creep. so fearful
was she. She took a step nearer She
knew it then. Her mother was dead.
The girl ran shrieking from the room,
wailing her grief Then the neigh bors
came IN.
When Justice Watson heard this he
paroled Sanford in the hands of Mrs
Spindella, of No 80 Bartlett street.
They are not rich, these people of that
But they are not too poor
to open their pinched purses and give,
that Mrs. Parker may have decent burial
''If ever get rich" said Tommy, 81
mean 70 20 20 italy and eat ali the
bananas / want, right Of the trees. ~
indianapolis Journal
Poor Barker he's disconsolate. -