Year: 1872




stomach is so weak Here yesterday a
clerk in the hotel-he's good fellow
he brought bowl of chicken soup up to
my room, and left it for me- But /
couldn't keep mouthful of it (again
coughing) on my stomach. After he's
being so kind | didn't like to hurt his
feelings by making him think that I
hadn't eaten it, so [ stuck the chicken
soup under the skirt of my coat, this
way Quitting his wasted hand under his
coat), and stole out along the entry, and
threw the soup into the sink. Then "a
sad smile) | took the empty bowl down
to the clerk and thanked him. and it
did him as much good as though | had
eaten it, you know -


Here poor Tom was seized with bad
fit Of coughing at the end of which he
again clutched the collar of his button
less coat about his neck and told the re-
porter that he had heard that John Key
ser had a private hospital for people who
had no one to take care of them some
where up in Second avenue, and asked
if he didn't think he could get him in
there. The reporter said that he thought
he could, and if he would call at the
Sun Office on the following day he would
see what could be done. After giving
him some money the reporter shook
hands with him, and Toms tottering
form was quickly lost under the foggy
gaslights.


IN JOHN KEYsER's HOSPITAL.


Two days afterward Tom called at the
Sun office. The reporter gave him a
letter to Agnes Nicol, the matron of
Mr.. Keyser's hospital in Avenue d. The
sufferer went there with light heart.
The next day he returned to the Sun Of
flee very much downcast.


"'Twont do" he said. They only
take certain cases. Wait till [ get my
breath-it's awful getting up these
stairs-and I'll begin at the beginning
and tell you all about it. You see, l
went there and [ rang the bell, and a
woman opened the door and showed me
into the sitting room. gave her your
letter, and told her all about it. She
said I'd have to be examined by doc
tor, and she sent up stairs for a doctor.
While [ was waiting for the doctor, [
took look around, and everything was
as nice and clean and comfortable as a
first-class hotel. Oh, if [ could only
have got in there, I'd have been all
right. They had sofas, and a library,
and the rooms were carpeted, and bill
lizard table, and it was so warm (raising
his hand and attempting to smile)-if [
could only have got in there, I'd have
been all right. Well, by-and-by, they
showed me up stairs to the doctor. 1t
was in a cold room. He made me pull
off everything-stripped me to the buff
and sounded my lungs every way. |
reckon he was fifteen minutes-it SEEM
ed so to me it was so cold. Well, final
ly he looked me in the face kind-of-sad
like, and said it was of no use, they
couldn't take me- He said this was an
incurable case, and the hospital was not
for incurable cases. He said if there
was only the slightest chance for hope
that | could get cured he would take me
into the hospital, but as there wasn't he
couldn't you know. Well, I tell you
that kind of took the breath away from
me. Then he said there was a hospital
for incurables up in Westchester some.
where, and he gave me letter to Mr.
Cammann or some such name, down il


Wall street, who was the Superintendent
asking him to do what he could to get
me in there. Well, | dressed myself
and he took me down stairs by bis
heater, and told me to warm myself be-
fore [ went. And | sat there until
got warm. 1t was the first time | haC
been warm in six weeks, and it was al
awful cold day out too. | set there foI
more than an hour warm as toast, an(
was just getting into kind of doze-
that's another thing the matter with me


[ can't sleep nights-when a woman
came in with a nice thick woolen under


shirt on her arm and a pair of woolel


socks, and told me she would show hi


a room where [ could put them ol


(coughing). I've got them on now


You don't know now much warmer the,


make a fellow feel. And the next da,


[ went down to Wall street. Cammanl


is a banker or broker or something.


went into his office, but he wasn't there


So the clerks told me he would be in i
a few minutes, and | walked up to
red hot stove and got warm. [ wa


rather ashamed at first on account of m
clothes, but nobody seemed to notice me
/ and | got kind of easy, when Camman
| came in. He read the doctors Letter
and then said he was sorry, but the II
: stitution was full and more than ful
They had applications almost every houl
When told him [ was a Tribune prin
t er and had friends on the Sun he wa
r very kind and wrote my name down 0
, little book he pulled out of his pocke
5 He said he would let me know as 500
l as there was a vacancy, but SADLY
| guess he'll forget it, and that will (
q the end of it.


IN BELLEVUE HOSPITAL.


Here W oodWard sat tor some minute
in silence. After another fit of cougl
ing he said: ''If you'll give me a lett
to the Commissioners I'll go to Bellev1
4 Hospital. I'll try it anyhow. I new


hear anybody speak of Bellevue but VIII
| can imagine lot of men in a larE
= room cutting up dead bodies


y Some further conversation ensued, a
ter which the reporter gave him lette
. to the Hon. James B. Nicholson, Il
" Hon. Owen Brennan, and the kind hear
l ed Warden. He departed. A week a


terward the reporter received lett
Il from him. The following are extract
u Am treated with the greatest kindne


and consideration Warden Brennan
one of the best men I ever saw.


: | am warm, and never cold now.
L L T.