The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-15
A BATCH OF STORIES
TWO THAT ANANIAs TOLD sAPPHIRA
AT THE POLICE STATION.
stone The COnvoIutfon
BycycIorum.

gether In the roll-call room at police head
quarters the other day, when Ananias, with
no apology, did tell the stories below,
swearing upon his honor hat both are true.
During the last week a very sad case OF
crime was reported to the police and upon
learning the particulars the police decided
to say nothing OF them. 1t seems almost a
shame now to give publicity to the case.
but in doing so the public may be attracted
to the sad condition of affairs and relief
may be furnished a deserving lad Some
time Tuesday night a tombstone was taken
from In front OF the tombstone store of
August Heering, at No. 800 East Washing
ton street. The stone was one which Mr..
Herring had prepared for shipment. to be
made the following day and 1t bore no other
word than Mother across the face. The
theft was reported 10 the police early
Wednesday morning and the detectives and
patrolmen were notified to exert every eff
fort in the endeavor to find the theft and
the stone. There was no clew to the thief,
but 1t was thought that a tombstone would
be an article hard to make away with.
Wednesday night was a raw and dis
agreeable one. The night was dark, there
being no moon. About l o'clock patrolmen
willig and Smitz were walking eisurely
along on West washington street. They OBJ
served coming toward them a small boy.
wondered why a small boy was out such a
night and at such a time. The two patrol
men stepped INTO a. doorway and waited
for the boy with his load to approach oppo-
site them. When he had come under the
electric light the patrolmen observed that
his little wagon creaked under Its heavy
load. The boy held one HAND In his pocket
while his poorly clad body was drawn from
the cold. The hand which held the little
wagon tongue was unprotected from the
perhaps, of sorrow, flowed down the dirty
cheeks of the lad. At sight Of the two fierce
looking policemen the boy dropped his cart
began to cry.
please don't arrest me-" he moaned.
wills.
TO the Mount Jackson Cemetery" said
the lad giving, vent to renewed grief.
The two policemen examined the loaded
cart and observed that 1t contained a small
tombstone, They examined closer and found
identified it as stolen property.
What are you doing with that stone, you
young rascal?' said SMITH rather fierceiy.
you see. SIR" said the boy. mother is
buried out there. l wanted to put some,
thing at her grave. am poor and could
night. 1t is not much, but / will take 1t
back IL you won't arrest me, for please,
mister, l have a little. sister with no one
The two policemen looked at each other.
Smitz does not deny hat tears were in his
the little cart with its sacred load and at
the same time the glare Of the electric light
fell on the word "Mother"
arrest you, although it may cost US our
jobs"
ing h the articles ari %y g si0 tss lad aai Il S don't Same Game
The boys name and address were taken
small boy started west. The boy trudged
on with his heavy load; on across the Belt
road and out where the pavement ceases
and thence around back of the Insane Hos
pital where, with lovin~ hands, he placed
in the solemn hour of the night his token
of his love for his mother.
Patrolmen Willig and Smitz made a full
report to Superintendent Colbert. The lat
ter approved their action. A collection was
the tombstone he had lost. but when he
learned the particulars he returned the
cit is one of the saddest stories ever
brought to my attention" said Superin-
rendent Colbert in speaking of the affair.
It is a strange mishap that has come to
William haywood. a ~well-known bicyclist
living at No. 4O6 North Alabama street. He
has always been regarded as one Of the
leading bicyclists of the city, and in the
meet two years ago he won the ten-mile
State championship. At present, however.
he is unable to ride his bicycle a yard, al
though he enjoys the best Of health. A
week ago he met a slight accident, which
has seemingly made him forget all he ever
knew OF bicycle riding.
Mr.. haywood was, out riding one week
ago with some friends. His wheel struck
a projecting water tap and he was thrown,
his head striking the pavement. Mr.. May
wood arose, although dazed for a moment.
The scalp was seemingly but bruised. After
Mr.. haywood had brushed his clothing and
gained his wind he prepared to mount and
continue with his friends. He climbed on
his wheel in somewhat the old fashion,, but
did he try 10 mouat, but each time did he
fall. He took the bicycle 10 the curb and
got on the seat, but no SOONER was ne Away d0y
when first learning TO ride. Mr.. haywood
was naturally at a great loss TO understand
ms c there 6Is w he TS Manid not baIance pr r
erly. Naturally enough, Mr.. Haywood at
tributed his inability to ride to some acct
dent to his wheel, and he began to ex-
anime il. He was unable to do anything
with IL, not even knowing how to strengthen
the handle bars, which were Slightly turned.
Something was the matter with himself.
and he recalled with a feeling of dismay
that a half ~stepuncle Of his mothers had
gone violently and suddenly insane. Mr..
haywood decided to take no chances. but
seek medical advice. One doctor came, and
the one doctor was so much interested that
he called three others, who made a searching
examination of Mr.. haywood and the bruise
he had received in the fall. The unfortunate
bicycle rider was asked to give a demon
stration, which he did. falling off as fast as
he tried to get on his machine. He also
explained that he had forgotten all he ever
knew about a bicycle.
The doctors have watched his case closely
ever since. On the third day they held a
consultation, and came TO rather a strange
decision. They decided that in the brain
there is a convolution which governs the use
of the bicycle, just as there are convolutions
which govern speech and the senses. The
doctors term this the convolution Of bicy-
clorum, and say there is centered a riders
knowledge OF a bicycle. The convolution Is
a product of the last few years. II Is
thought by the doctors that this convolution
was partially paralyzed In Mr.: Maywood's
case by his fall. He is we'll otherwise,
sleeps well and eats we'll, and has not lost
an hour from his work. He is learning TO
ride again, but he declares that it is every
bit as difficult as the first time he ever
made a mount. The case Is one OF the
strangest in the history of medicine. and
Mr.. haywood does not consider II a great
compliment that d number OF doctors would
like to dissect his brain and locate the new
convolution.
DIR. Morrow's Telephone.
Dr Norrox secretarv of the West Indian