The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-05-31
An Irish Incident.

A pathetic incident happened at the union station the other day. A bright young Irish laborer was down to well come the "mither" who was coming all the way from the Emerald Isle to be with her boy in America.
 A brief conversation revealed that it had been ten years since the yonng fel- low had bidden goodbye to his mother and the wretched hovel he called home to strike out anew in a more favored land. As his money was limited the mother was left behind to endure the hard half starved existence of the Irish peasantry until he could make enough to send for her. It had been a bitter contest against poverty on both sides, the boy In Amer ica. the mother in Ireland. Yet they never gave up hope and slowly penny by pen- ny, the amount necessary for steerage passage was saved up and now the great day of reunion had arrived.
 The young fellow was not yet above the pinches of poverty, but the great object for which he had worked so hard was achieved and he was happy. As train lime drew near he became visibiy excited He began to pace up and down in the sta ton, all the time peering eagerly in the direction from which he had been told that the train would come
 At last the long vestibuled flyer rolled beneath the shed and the passengers be- gan to alight. Prevented from passing the railing the young Irishman looked anx- iously through the bars for a face which he feared he would not be able to recog- nize. Suddenly his countenance lighted up and he waved hia arm axpIfpdlV
 There, hustled along by the crowd, was a little old woman, quaintly dressed and bowed by years of grinding toll Under one arm she carried an ungainly bundle containing all her worldly possessions Her face was wrinkled and scared, but was strildngly benign. She seemed be- wlldered by the noise and the crowd until she caught sight of her boy. Then ev- erything else was forgotten. Hurrying as rapidly as her aged frame would allow she passed through the gate and was fold ed in the arms of her son.
 As the two passed out the old woman, with wonderful smile lighting up her face, murmureu over and over again, Me bhoy." Me bhoy."
 Night Ride on an Ambulance.
 The man who Is fond of experiences was talking. People who are accustomed to such things are not greatly impressed, but I will never forget a midnight ride I took once on an ambulance. Most peo- pie experience feeling of uneasiness at seeing the well known wagon come fly ing through the streets, but at the dead of night, through the silent streets of Fl sleeping city, with the vague fear that something awful has happened where you are going and that as you fly to their relief mangled beings are dying, the ride g,,1n m, ha mind Of an imaginative person not soon erased
 'One night we were notified that a horrible accident had happened at a rail- road crossing on the outskirts of town and I was detailed to go on the am- bulance. Rushing around to the station the driver was just leaping into his seat and I mounted beside him.
 Out into the quiet city the two big grays galloped rapidly. It was a long run and the horses were handled easily. No sound was heard except the beat of the horses hoofs on the asphalt and the dull clang of the bell as some scurrying dog or belated pedestrian crossed the street. A brief stop was made at one of the hos pitals where two surgeons, instrument cases in hand, came hurriedly out and en- tered the ambulance in silence.
 "Then the real race was begun. The driver turned the horses aloose, as the way was clear, ana the iuxurlously equip ped wagon spun along rapidly. The streets seemed interminable. As l looked down at the long rows of arc lights I thought we would never get there. Every body maintained a profound silence ex- cept the driver, who swore fitfully at his horses.
 "At last, turning a corner, we saw a crowd assembled down the block and knew that the run was over. The driver soon drew up and proceeded to light his