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Show ONCE ME WENT ON A FRESH AIR TRIP When a Kind Henrtcd Farmer Cm for tli LirtU Fallon Again Be Wm Dead. Hi long, matted hair and bli flowing chin wiilbker. which were streaked with Bray and atnined with tobacco juice, bin ill flttiiiK "store clothes" and the tnicea of Udlow on hut cowhide bonis, nhuweti plainly plain-ly that he wai from the country. Deep wrinkles In hia weniier beaten face, a decided de-cided Btoop about the ahouldera and the enlarged knuckle of hln rough hands aUo told of hard work. Ha held fast with one hand to a bag which bulged with big yel low apples. Hiss eyes had a kindly expres ioo aa be stood on the sidewalk Id Mul berry street, opponlte police headquarters and gaped at a window on which was the sign. "New York Tribune Police Bureau.' After reading the sign carefully he walked into the bureau and inrjuimi "Young man, are yon the boss of this 'erv hebauyf" "I represent The Tribune here." "That's right! Glad to know ye! I'm ktokin for a little feller what come to nn place up Id Delaware county last Biimniei. sent there by the Fresh Air fund. Mother and Susan, that's my darter, sot such store by that little shaver that they wanted hirn back again this year. He sorter promised to come tew, but we haiot seed him. Moth er was read in about the children goin to the country and Bbe says I had better cotm-dowu cotm-dowu and git him. My aakeal I didn't know so many folks lived in Mtilbern street, or I wouldn't ha' tried to find him "Did yon have his address?" "I only know he belonged somewherei ir Mulberry street." "What was his nameF" "Jimmy Murphy." "Ahl" The reporter once bad arrant to have that boy sent into the countr; "Was lie a sickly looking little chap, wit yellow hair and bine eyesP" "That's himl He looked like a ghof when ho came to our place, but mother U-him U-him on homemade bread and milk win. the cream stirred Into it, and bechirpei: tip sraazin. Then he clim the apple In " about forty times a day, and it would hn done yer heart good to see bim lay into them golden sweets. I fetched some in a bag for hira, jest to let him aee we bad some more. Why I he looked like a new boy when be left as. How is tbe little critterr" "I think you bad better come and see for yourself." The reporter led the old farmer to a Bpaoe between two front tenement houses io Mulberry Btreet, and Into a narrow paved court in front of a row of rear tenement tene-ment houses. A woman answered tbe reporter's inquiry in-quiry by shouting up the stairway, "Mrs. Murphyl Here's a gintleman wants yerl" The-reakiDg of a door and the shuffling of feeron an upper lauding guided thetwo men to Mrs. Murphy's humble home. She invited them into the room, which was parlor, kitchen, laundry and bed chamber, all in oDe, wiped the soapsuds from her red arms with her apron, and then hastily dusted off two chairs the only two she had for the visitors. The old farmer dropped the bag of yellow apples on one choir but remained standing. He seemed to be too much dazed by the poverty of the place to &ay anything, and the reporter briefly explained the object of the visit. Mrs. Murphy's hands carried her apron to her eyes, and from Its folda came muffled sobs. Her grief was like a revelation, and It stunned the old man for a minute. His jaw dropped and his etes became misty. Then he turned to the reporter re-porter with a hoarse whisper, "Tbe little runt Ib dead." "If he had said 'darling,' that word could not have bad a sound so tender and expressive sb had the one be was accustomed accus-tomed to use In speaking of a sickly and petted animal. Diphtheria had sent Jim-mie Jim-mie Murphy to a better place than the one from which tbe Fresh Air fund had once temporarily withdrawn him," the reporter said. Mrs. Murphy dried her teai&and accepted ac-cepted the yellow apples. "Mother and Susan '11 be all fi redly dis app'inted," said the old farmer, as be wrung the reporter's hand at parting. New York Tribune, |