The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-01-30
ANDREW CARNEGIE.


People say that the great steel magnate
and multi-millionaire, Andrew Carnegie,
of Pittsburg, is a hard man. Perhaps he is,
but l am sure of one thing. that when God
judges him a certain chapter in his career
will be taken into account.
A few weeks back. among the crowds
that came out of the train which had
just rolled into the union depot, Chicago.
was an old woman, dressed in the Oldest of
old-fashions. In one hand she carried a
good-sized bundle. and as she walked down
the platform she peered inquisitvely
through her steel-rimmed spectacles. She
found her way into the general waiting
room, and sat down with a sigh Of relief.
well. 1 declare, eff I amt tired" she
calculated in a neighborly way do you
know I'm so cramped in my j'ints l can't
hardly move?"
A pleasant-looking but fiashily dressed
young man was by her side. He said in
low, confidential tone: Perhaps can
be of some service to you, madam. Are
you going to remain in the city,"
wall, don't know. / came up to get
my daughter, 'Weese. She's been here
some time. She wasn't satisfied with the
old home down in Pennsylvania, and was
always a'wantin finer clothes and things.
One day she just left pa and me, and came
to Chicago. / bore up under ii, with God s
help, young man, and this fall thought
would come up and visit 'Weese, and stay a
while"
The young man said carelessly: ut costs
money to live in Chicago"
Yes; / heard so. Wall, I brung along
$50, in case l needed it, She took out her
pocketbook. 81 can't see very well with
these specks, but here it is
The young man seemed to acquire new in
terest LET me see. Your moneys all in
ones and twos. Probably had better get
it changed into bigger bills for you," he re-
marked.
''why. yes, 'twould be better in big bills,
I am sure" and the old lady passed over
her pocketbook. 'Thank'y, sir"
"Oh, don't mention it, said the stranger.
as he took the pocketbook and disappeared.
Andrew Carnegie had been passenger to
Chicago on the same train as the old wom-
an. He had witnessed the entire scene.
Madam" said the iron magnate, "did
you intrust your money to an entire
''Mercy's sakesr she exclaimed. Eyes
did, Why, did 1 do wrong?'
'You will probably never see the money
again." said Mr.. Carnegie and he stepped
to a police officer in plain clothes, who had
just entered, and told him in a few words
the story and described the thief
He then turned to the woman and asked,
'Where does your daughter live madam
Here it is in this letter, Miss Eloise Vir-
ginia Tiff, Custom House place"
Mr.. Carnegie gave little start. The To-
cality was notorious one a resort OF in
famous characters. He saw me and said:
SEQ with me and let's find this girl,
George" He then ordered carriage and
after telling the woman to wait we entered
and were soon In front OF the hell where
the girl was stopping. As we sounded the
bell. and were admitted to the house of
death. several gaudily -appareled girls pre-
sented themselves. Come into the parlor
and hear the music" said one.
az want to see Elolse Tiff" said MI.
Carnegie.
Here / be-" said a brazen-faced damsel.
in whose face were traces Of youthful
beauty. what do you want?"
your mother is in the Union depot. Get
off those miserable clothes. Dress y0urselI
in my carriage. Mind, now, no word Of
this life you are leading"
my Cod Not! said the girl as she
darted upstairs. In short time she re-
appeared. All traces of rouge had van
ished. Her lips were drawn thin and white.
The passengers were startled by scream
as the girl entered She had thrown her,
self down before her mother and clasped
her knees.
.'Weese!" said the mother. "why. what's
the matter? Aren't you glad to see your
mammal"
The girl had tainted. Mr.. Carnegie called
an official and the pair were taken into
private office. The girl sobbed and sopbed
and laid her head In her mothers lap The
woman seemed instinctively to know some
thing was wrong.
'Weese, dear, 1t must be hard to get
along in a big city like this?"
ooh. YES. ma. terribly hard. Yes, oh,
yesr
Mr. Carnegie called the girls mother
to one side and held an earnest converse
ton. Just as he finished the detective en-
u ,x.@l h M IL
ed the woman $50. Mr.. Carnegie left the
room for a moment. When he returned
there were two tickets for the mother and
her child through to their Pennsylvania
destination. Your train goes In eight min
utes," was all he said.
AS the conductor of the Pennsylvania
limited assisted a faded looking girl and
an old woman on to his train, he heard the
younger one say. Mamma, God made that
man, sure enough"