Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1897-10-22

ms Is true story OF low Ire anu
also Of great sauce What his real
name was no one ever knew. He had
come into Rivington street in the arms
of drunken woman who inexplicably
had considerable money On this ac-
count, and also on account of her gen
crosby, she was welcomed by the So
,ciety of that downtown district.
Her namo was Mary. Her family
name was somewhat obscure. Once
when arrested she gave it "a Jones,
another time IA Schmidt, third as
Bonaparte and fourth time as Wash
ington. This variety showed her to
be woman Of some information, If
nothing else.
The baby was bright.eyed little
thing, which was lame. The woman
was kind enough to it in her own
rough way and left the child largely
to Its own resources.
IL was clever and soon found out
which Of the neighbors were kind and
liked children and which did not.
Jamsey, for so it was called by its
mother. managed to get along like
thousands of others in the submerged
Tenth. He grew, but on account of
his iniirmity grew in different way
from the other children Of the neigh
borhood. He did not care much for
playing, but liked housekeeping,
dolls and other girlish recreations.
When he was four he could make him
self quite useful in the kitchen and
was so careful tha' he could be safely
intrusted with plates, tumblers. When
he was six his mother died.
No one ever appeared to claim the
body, and the city buried it without
ado. The kind-heat,d policeman
talked of taking the boy to a nice or
phan soylum, where tho children are
all dressed in uniform and are trained
to walk alike, talk alike, eat alike,
read alike and think alike and very
often to misbehave and die alike.
He found to his surprise that even
down in Biyingtor, street there was
an invincible antipathy to asylums
Mrs. Mueller, a childless German
woman, said that the baby should
stay with her "a long as she lived and
that no Irish policeman should take it
away and have it ruined in an asylum.
SO Jamsey became a member Of the
Mueller family, (which consisted of the
lady in question and her husband, who
was employed in an uptown brewery.
Mrs Mueller, like all German
housewives, had mania for cleanli-
ness. In her particular religion it
preceded godliness. She had the
same reverence for o scrubbing brush
that a poor Hindu has for Juggernaut,
while lar OF soap gave her more
pleasure than the heaviest black silk
dress.
Undoubtedly the cornerstone of her
love for Jamsey was his taste for
household pleasures, and they made n
fine pair.
Although lame, he would lend fair
hand To her scrubbing up the floors
and polishing the windows and in
doing the family ironing. He was in
valuable in washing and wiping the
dishes, and by degrees he came to
cook all her fsvorite dishes as well as
she herself did.
Once. or twice she let him cook by
himself, when he surprised her by the
tastiness Of his finished work. After
that, when she had what she consid-
cred leisure, she would teach him all
the secrets of old German country
cooking as she had learned it in her
,f Ia al IN
where she had been q cook some eight
years before marrying and coming to
this country.
Jamsey made wonderful progress,
aud at 10, as Mrs. Mueller fondly adj
mitted, was almost as good, il not very
much better, than herself The old
lady had not neglected Jamsey's edu-
cation. He had gone to the public
school and had made fair progress.
He had learned German from Mrs.
Mueller and her husband and picked
up capital smattering of French from
Monsieur Bonhomme, the poor little
cobbler in the basement Of the tene-
ment.
About this time Jamsey heard OF
the cooking school. II was conducted
by some charitable ladies who lived
uptown and was held one evening a
week.
He obtained Mrs. Mueller's consent
aud applied for admission. He was a
pretty boy; though poor, was as clean
and neat as il he had been million
aires son. Although older than the
other children, he was admitted to the
class.