The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-01-21

After building q good fire In q little
stove and falling fast asleep at his
miserable home, George Nelson Bard was
burned to death last night before he
could awake at "a First street north.
Minneapolis. The place he called home
was q mere hovel, an atttc-like apart
ment.
1t was on the eve Of his departure for
the poor farm, and one Of his last acts
was to call On his son, Roy Bard, who
La confined in the county jail on charge
OF burglary and give to him the few
PENNIES which represented his entire
wealth.
For thirteen years the son had been his
fathers sole support, and now that he
was under arrest there was nothing for
the old man to do but throw himself
upon the community and accept the char
ity offered at the poor farm.
Great affection appeared to exist be-
tween father and son, and when Bard
called at the county jail Saturday even
ing to bid his son farewell, the scene
was an affecting one.
NO USE FOR MONEY.
Just before taking his departure he
drew from his pocket few pennies, and
handed them over to the son.
Il won't have any use for money now"
he said. I'm going to the poor farm in
the morning and they'll look after me
there. You need it for tobacco. You
have been good boy to me these years,
and you're welcome to what little I've
got Don't forget to call on your dad
when, you get out of this
With these words the old man took his
departure, and returned to his howell.
Last night he held a brief farewell ses-
sion with some Of his poverty row.
friends Of the neighborhood, and to them
told the story Of his life.
He had been well to do at one time,
having an excellent piece Of property
on Seventh street. and two farms at Lake
Elysian. His wife died; he lost his prop
erty and then for several years he work.
ed as a carpenter.
Thirteen years ago, while engaged on
building within a stones throw of the
place where he met his death. he fell,
and received injuries that left him a
cripple for life, Since then Roy took
care Of him.
He babe his old-time friends good-by,
and returned to his attic to spend his
last night outside Of the poorhouse. He
built good fire in the dingy stove, and
sat down near It. Finally he fell asleep.
A woman passing through the alley saw
light in the second story window of
the building, and called the attention Of
others to It AS there was every reason
W O0l1eV0 IHdC CneTe WAS a IRE IN IAlo
room neighbors hurried up the rickety
stair and broke down the DOOR
The last remnant OF the old mans
clothing was then burning, while he laid
IN corner Of the room a charred mass
and dead. The fire department was sum-
moned, but its services were not needed
80 TOLD TO THE SON.
The news Of the fathers death was
broken to the son at the county Jail by a
reporter. At first he discussed the af-
fair IN a matter-of-fact way, not appear
ing to fully appreciate the situation.
But suddenly It seemed to dawn upon
him that the father for whom he had
labored these many years was no more,
and he was completely heart-broken.
The remains OF the old man have been
taken to the county morgue. and unless
relatives or friends become interested
win be laid to rest at the poor farm. He
has brother, William, a jeweler at Port
age, Wis, and another. Daniel, at Lake
E1ysian-
THE DEATH OF KRUTZBERo
Emil Krutzburs. for fifteen years