The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-09-18
TEARS BECAME POPULAR.
Experience Of n P~hilanthropist in nm Effort
to Reduoe Suffering on the East Side.

Experience OF q PhllnnthrOplBC IN an EnorG
to Reduce Suffering on the East Side.
A man we'll known in New York for his
good works and among his friends for the oc-
~casional violence OF his philanthropy. had q
valuable experience last week. He was hurry
ing through First street to the Second avenue
elevated station. He wanted to catch a Long
Island Railroad train at Thirty-fourth street.
A block from the elevated station he almost
stumbled over q dismal group on the sidewalk.
Four scared little girls were gathered around
q three-year-old boy. The boy was screaming
with frantic rage. His small and dirty face
was screwed into FUCKERS and twists that
were outsof all semblance to humanity. As.the
boys breath gave out at the end Of a long
scream, he would raise one OF his tiny feet into
the air and hold it there until he reached the
climax OF his next yell, bringing 1t down with
stamp as II he would shatter the sidewalk.
why. why. why. little boy; what's the mat
ter. little boy2" asked the philanthropist.
The scream stopped. the foot hung in mid
air, the twisted face smoothed out into fea-
lures. Red and watery eyes surveyed the
philanthropist In surprise. But in another
moment screams and Grimaoes and stamps
were louder and uglier and angrier than ever.
The four little girls looked up reproachfully
at the philanthropist. They scorned him.
He's hurt his feelings more" they said to
one another in helpless wrath. The philan-
thropist forgot all about his train.
What's the matter?" he said. What
makes him feel SOP"
Please. sir" said the Oldest little girl. he's
mad because he wants a big blue marble. and
we cant give 1t to linn. It's hurt his feel
MS that all?" laughed the philanthropist.
We'll sopn hx that. Where can we buy a big
The scream and its accompaniment. which
had diminished nerceptiRly viii the begin
forennger that was almost clean from much
digging into tears went ont straight as u
weatheryane and pointed to a little toyshop
There said a sob-weary voice;
The philanthropist took the little one by the
crowd had doubled by this. time-entered the
toy shop, 4 big blqEe oR marble Rn was bought y b t and md
floor. He puckered up his mouth.
'E-e-e-e," h, began.
plst n0!'Y stop op't that II what in the J world do you
went2 just say and you can have It'll"
sD The 3 yStll ftt 1%PaPe5 T ! gsud The ee dnF fSo stFSHishsdi
With blue marble In one Gst and the cart drag;
Now, young man." said his. benefactor.
The yol9s, man gripPed' his plpnder the
harder. and, frightened. looked back over his
sh9Slde and q sa@ I5 q I gS1RsRse a T BIZ Ib5f fae tone tone
Down went the blue marble; down went the
cart. up went the tempestuous foot and the
That" said the leader Of the little girls.
was what he wanted In the first place. Only
we didn't like TO say nothing"
Meekly the philanthropist paid for the big
blue top. Without waiting for it to be dellv-
cred he hurried out to the street. Two chill
dren were CRYING on the steps, He paused to
look at Them and their screams increased ra-
pldly In Intensity and they stamped their feet
as they screamed. He looked TOWARD the sta
ton. He counted five more children scream
Ing and stamping. In the distance provident
mothers were h%urrying their little ones down
Of the sidewalks and boxing their ears to make
them cry. The philanthropist, who never
loves a Joke 80 well as when 1t Is on himself.
waited station, He only stopped laughing when
he reached the stltion-and found that he had
only four cents left In his pocket.