Morris tribune., 1893-06-28
Children Cry for
Pitchers CastoTsas
AT THE 800" JUNCTION.

The Pathetic lament of Father Whose
| Son Ran Away From Home.
The time was cold October after
noon.
The place was lonely junction wait
ing room in northern Michigan.
The people Of the drama were an old
lumberman in "store clothes and a
young man whose apparel proclaimed
the city.
And then there was a rough pine box,
about six feet long, on truck outside.
Perhaps that might have been called
''the properties"
There is no more desolate place than
the Sault Ste. Marie junction, and it
was raining that afternoon. There is a
dirty little station and the train dis
patcher's house on one side Of the main
track. Opposite is a deserted log cabin
There is nothing else to be seen. In
summer the commonest flowers shun the
spot. The old man with the Grape on
his hat sat looking out at the box on the
truck. The young commercial traveller
or advance agent, or whoever he was,
time passed slowly and drearily. Once
a freight train ratified by. The young
man got all the enjoyment he could out
Of that and ruefully viewed the caboose
fading away into the fog.
At length, as if compelled to speak,
the old man said; "Say, I hate t see tn
rain fall on that ERE coffin so. They
oughter made tn eaveses t. this yere sta
ton bigger. tried to bring him in, but
that trucks too wide. Jim was fine
boy, he was, afore he went up t. Mar
quette. That's him out there. It warn't
onnateral fer him t. want ter go. There
hain't nothin to keep bright boy t
homo In town what's got nothin in it
but my ole sawmill an tn store. But, 0
Lord, l visit he'd a staid-I wisht he'd
staid! A country boy amt got no show
in one O them tough iron towns.
amt a-blamin Jim fer leavin me. But
he was all I had. He didn't know how
much wanted him + stay OF he'd a
done it. He didn't have no sort O raisin.
His mother died when he was just a lit
tie Teller.
"When he growed up, nothin 'ud do but
he mus go away. He goes upt' Marquette
an gifts him good job on tn ore docks,
bein. strong an handy. He ulster write
me tn fines letters you ever seen ev'ry
Sunday regular. He was up there jest
four months when he quit writin.
stood it month, al then I went up. He
was sick in q measly boardin house. He
was considerable sick, but we fetched
him through, an took him home He
got good an well again. Ee said he'd
stay with me t home. But he didn't.
He ruined off one night. I didn't care
fer what he took, if he'd only COM
back. He KEEP a-writin fer money t
come home on, and lzop' a-sendin it
but had ter go fer my boy. lie was
shot through the heart in a saloon at the
500. That's him out there. amt
a-bIanin him. I didn't raise him as
p
Then whistle was heard. It was the
awaited train. With careful hands the
father, the train dispatcher and the
young man wheeled the coffin to the
baggage car. Gently the burden was
lifted within. The old man climbed in
10 be by his dead. The door was shut,
and in moment the train was lost
n tie burned pine barrons.- Harper's
Weekly.
A minister in Grand Rapids, Mich, |
created a sensation by declaring that |
he thought Edwin Booth stood better
chance in heaven than would Rev. Dir.
Talmage.
B. j. Dorap, prize fighter Of some