The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1910-03-29
SAID DAILY PRAYER
FOR SONS SAFETY
Mother of Arthur Tart, Stabbed to
Death by Chum, Arthur Lutter-
moser, Idolized Her Son.

God keep my boy and bring him
safely home TO me"
This was the mothers prayer that
went with 17-year old Arthur Tart each
morningto the EMF Co.'S Clark-ave
plant, sealed with a kiss that the man
ly little lad received at the gate OF
mis- humble home. built on the alley
at the rear OF No. Is Thirty second-st
But in the midst OF the din OF whirl,
ing belts and machinery in the big
grinding shop, the little prayer was
drowned out, Monday afternoon, and
men carried Arthur out Of the shop
with a bright red stain on his breast,
where his chum. 1S-year-old Arthur
Iuttermoser, hal thrust a rude dag
ger, made by fling 10-inch steel bar
Gown TO point with razor edges on
both sides of the blade.
Ii was a tragedy in the shops. Il
was all over in u fash just fit OF
anger on the part of the straw boss
whose sense of Importance, as tenn
his little chum.
But at No 6 Thirty second-st., "in
the rear" was the real tragedy
Mrs. Edward Stresesky the boys
mother, didn't know exactly what had
happened. She had heard that some
one had stabbed her boy to death.
My little man. she groaned, over
and over. MY man of the house, who
worked for me and was by only help"
she cried. When trouble came. he
took my hand and said Mother. don't
you care. I'll stick to you; I'll work
for you, and keep you, all the rest or
your life And every pay day, he
brought his money to me-
Arthur's father died nine years ago.
Mrs. Tart worked over the wash board
to bring up her three daughters and
one boy. Three years ago she married
Stresesky. But they are not happy to-
gether, and Mrs. Stresesky says that
the new head of the house proved only
an additional burden on her shoulders.
Then Arthur went to work, about n
year ago, and every pay day, his wages
served as the support for his mother
That was why his mother more
than idolized the little fellow. She
admired him, for the traits that she
had looked for In vain, in others.
So, each morning, she walked to the
gate with her big man." with her arm
around his neck, and when she kissed
him goodbye she always muttered the
little prayer:
God keep my boy and bring him
safely home TO me-"
did you know this young Lutter-
mosor, who stabbed Arthur" she was
psked.
She grew deathly white, her lips
H., To, "a, 90,
ton. Then she threw up her hands,
and fell imply across a chair
20, God In heaven; Luttermoser!
NV boys own chum." she sobbed.
did he kill my boy? oh, God Why
should he have taken my boy away
from me-"
II was a tragedy far more pitiful
than the At Of rage. and the quick, I'M
pardonable stabbing in the machine
shop.
Tarts dying words were a plea for
his chum. Don't hurt my chum for
this he said to Detective Walsh and
Morris And later. after Chief OF De
tectives Mcdonnell hadataken Lutter-
mosers statement. in police headquar-
tiers. he placed the killing In the light
OF an accident.
But the story of George Pierson. an
other chum of both boys. and an eye
witness Of the tragedy, revealed the
stabbing as the act Of a young boss,
filed with his own Importance, and
taking a terrible revenge for a slight
by his chum, who did not recognize
Luttermoser's sudden superiority.
The boys had been to the Temple
theater together. Sunday evening
They had organized a baseball team,
the Standards" and only last Satur-
dayl had purchased their uniforms.
They had chummed together In the
EMF. plant on Piquette-ave.. where
both worked a year ago. Their com
partnership had continued when both
were transferred to the Clark.avc
plant. about three months ago.