Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-05-03
A TRAGEDY ON BROADWAY.
A IAttie Breadwinncr Loses His Afe In
tho Terrible Grind For Existence.

A IAttie Breadwinncr Loses His Life In
tho Terrible Grind For Existence.
Right in front OF the Imperial hotel, in
the heart Of upper Brosdway, a poor little
life was crushed out From the rear plat
form of cable car small figure had
alighted. There had been no slowing up
Of the car.
Phs little passenger who jumped from
1t to his death would never have under
stood that his safety was being consulted
even had the car been brought to stand
still. To him cable cars were as to older
to be, something to be seized in passing
and quickly dropped when profitless.
He was a littlo news merchant His
name was Isaac Levinberg. He was
years old, and he was ambitious. On
long, white, dusty road on midsummer
day Ia the country his little personality
would not have been strikingly conspiou-
ous. You might have driven by in coach
and four and not noticed him, though he
would have carried your magnifoeuce in
memory long after the dust cloud from
your wheels had settled and you were out
of sight. Poor little chap, it was on no
broad country road, with only solitary
coach to dodge, that his path of pleasure
or duty lay.
In the glare Of binding electric lights,
amid the din of changing alarm bells, on
slippery pavements ringing with the noise
of horses hoofs, he was--and there are
thousands Of others like hfm-obliged to
keep one eye open for business and the 9th
er for personal safety.
1t was no leisurely, numbering stage
coach on a sandy road that was bearing
down on the wee passenger who had alight-
ed at Broadway and Thirty-second street,
but one Of those great express wagons
drawn by spirited horses, where the driver
sits meath hooded canopy high up like
king on a throne, and too often with a
kings indifference to the fate of ordinary
mortals. This particular wagon belonged
to the National Express company and was
driven by Patrick McNally. 1t was fol-
lowing close behind the cor from which
the boy had jumped and at an equal rate
+ of speed.
Probably the newsboy miscalculated the
distance between the bobbing heads of the
| express horses and the rear of the cable
car. He thought there was room to dodge
! through-and goodness knows the merest
crack would seem to have sufnced-but he
failed. The pole of the wagon struck him.
| knocking the bundle of unsold merchan-
disc from under his arm and turning him
| over like tenpin. Even then his life
might have been saved had there been in
the mind of the driver any thought of the
sacredness of human life and the impor-
tance of guarding against it's destruction.
But the drivers thoughts were elsewhere
and-weli, when tender hands lifted the
boy from under the wheels, his little head
was crushed, and it was seen that he was
mortally hurt. The driver was taken into
custody by Policeman Mccormick
This occurred just before o'clock.
Broadway was not so crowded with pleas
ure seekers as 1t would have been an hour
later, but there were still plenty of eyes to
be made wet by the spectacle as the small
bundle Of expiring humanity was carried
into the up town Office Of The World, al
1867 Broadway, and laid on bed Of
newspapers that were spread out on the
floor. A hurried call was rung for an
ambulance, but before its arrival the boy
was dead. Just as he died the door of the
Office opened to admit man whose face
was white with fear.
~ hear, he exclaimed as he pressed his
way into the crowded room, "that news
boy has been killed. Let me look at him
It's my own boy-I fear 1t may be. Goo
help me-" Room was made for the man
who at sight of the bloody face uttered 6
moan Of sorrow and threw himself on hit
knees by the side Of the body.
While he was in this attitude the swarm
of newsboys who clustered about the dool
made room for little chap IL years ole
to step within. Under his arm the new
conner carried bundle Of papers, but these
dropped as he caught sight of the deaG
body and the kneeling man.
"Don't cry, dad" he said as he threw
bis arms around the neck OF the man
"You've got me left"
i It was at this iuncture that the emotions
OF the bystanders demanded an outlet. II
an instant dozen hands came from az
many pockets with silver in them, anI
this spontaneous collection was forced
upon the living boy, whose name rs Aaror
Levinberg.
The family Is excessively poor, the ia
ther being out Of work, and on che earn
ings Of the two little news merchants they
have recently been compelled 10 rely sole
ly fer support.-Eew York World