The age-herald., 1901-08-08
A Tragedy of the Street.

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 There was very pathetic scene of hu- man bitterness, a boys tragedy, in front of the Age-Herald office. in Second ave- hue, at 10 o'clock yesterday morning.
 About that hour a small boy, tidily clad In black knickerbockers and white and blue shirtwaist. with a blue puff tie and natty straw hat-an ideal little fellow, he seemed. little god-appeared suddenly in the street in front of the Adams Drug Company's place, at Nineteenth and Sec ond. running with apparent confusion in the direction of the halting place of in numerable trolley cars, hard by the Age Herald building
 The sturdy little fellows face was flushed with eagerness, his hat was pulled down hard upon his sunny head and his nimble legs sped him on toward half dozen trolley cars waiting down the ave nue block away. He was a noble little figure. that little lad lodging through the crush of traffic in the citys busiest sum mer houri
 Hard behind the beautiful boy hurried his latter-day black nanny. a strong and laughing negro woman, her white teeth shining far-a sort of madonna of the washtubs framed of ebon and ivory" And she kept calling to his little lordship.
 Look out dah, homegrown look out dahp'
 Once almost as If by a miracle, the boy escaped the feet of gigantic team draw ing mountainous furniture van. and the black nanny, stunned with horror. cried again:
 dah!'
 As she spoke the cry, 1t sounded like a prayer.
 Finally they cleared the cross-traffic of the intersection of the busiest streets, and they laughed as gleefully as If death were on the other side the globe to stay. High with her right hand, borne like a proud banner, the nanny carried a plain old-fashioned everyday cane fish ingpole, just like the oldest amongst us carried when we were boys.
 There were, by this time, six big trolley cars waiting their brief wait, and as the boy and his black nanny hurried on to them, to first one. second, and so on, they were plainly puzzled, though the cars were plainly lettered to show their destination.
 The third car was surely the one! But 1t was not.
 The fourth! No.
 The fifth! Alas.
 Then it was the sixth, ever so far away and the minute comel On little god-on black mammy-on!
 The car is moving. Little god and black nanny speed ever the faster.
 The car gathers speed, and little god and black mammy hesitate. Then the car slackens It's speed, and now for itl
 Away little god goes-away, black mammy-wildly rushing. An! Little god catches on to the rear bars at last-looks back-sees black nanny can't make it. drops and stands panting, look of ab- ject woe coming as a shadow over his fair young face. But he spoke no word of complaint. He simply looked at his black nanny. She-she cried a little, and said:
 "Neb' mind, honey-neb' mind! Oars anudder cyar in less n no time"
 How long?" little god asked.
 Black mammy consulted a motorman, and ascertained that another car for the particular brook in view would leave in three-quarters of an hour. Little gods eyes fell; he almost gave up hope in con- fronting that eternity of five and forty minutes in the life of boy going afish- ing. In his life 1t was a tragedy.