The Detroit times., 1910-03-29
SAID DAILY PRAYER
FOR SONS SAFETY
Mother of Arthur Tart, Stabbed to
Death BY Chum, Idolized Her
Little Man.

God keep my boy and bring him
safely home TO me-
This Was the mothers prayer that
went with l7-yearold Arthur Tart each
morning To the EMF Co.'S Clark-ave.
plant. sealed with a kiss that the man
iy little lad received at the gate OF
his 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, lS-year-old Arthur
Luttermoser, hal thrust rude dag
ger, made by filing 10-inch steel bar
down TO a point with razor edges on
both sides OF the blade.
IL was a tragedy In the shops. L.
was all over in Il fash; just a fit Ut
anger on the part OF the straw boss"
whose sense Of Importance, as tem-
Lorary foreman, had been tiouted by
his little chum.
But at No. l6 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 my only help"
she cried when trouble came, he
took my hand and said Mother. don'i
you care, III stick to you: I'll work
for and EAnp n tho n
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 :Iot 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 10 work. about
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." wit. 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 10 me-"
did you know this young Lutter-
moser. who stabbed Arthur" she was
asked.
She grew deathly white. her lips
parted in vain effort to frame a ques-
ton. Then she threw up her hands,
and fell imply across a chair.
20, God in heaven; Luttermoser!
My boys own chum" she sobbed
did he kill my boy? Oh, God, Why
should he have taken my boy away
from me-"
1t was 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
tectlves Mcdonnell had taken Lutter.
moser's 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 eve
witness Of the tragedy, revealed the
stabbing as the act Of young boss,
filled with his own Importance. and
taking terrible revenge for a slight
by his chum, who did not recognize
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- |
day, had purchased their uniforms. |
They had chummed together In the
EMF. plant on Piquette-ave. where
both worked year ago. Their com |
had continued when both
were transferred TO the Clark.ave |
plant. about three months ago.
But the real foreman was absent. |
Monday, and Luttermoser. only ISL