WASTED SYMPATHY

Bay of Plenty Times, Volume II, Issue 177, 16 May 1874, Page 3

WASTED SYMPATHY

On b day a respectably dressed man carried a well, grown ehiid, muitt-d up «,d apparently «ck »ntp ono of the New York hotel*. fi« pl a< sd the etnid on the stairs and began to talk to it in so very rough a way that the attention of the mmts was attracted. *

“You are able to walk upstairs by yourself ** the man said, " and 1 won’t carry you.” * “ Oh ! oh ! ” the child sobbed, “do carry me—please, pa do! iou know ever since I was run over by the oars, and lost tny feet. I can’t walk upstairs alone I” “That’s all stuff! " the man answered • "cot up at once, or I’ll mate you I” ’ gefc The poor child then began to sob worse than before, and the brutal man gave it a severe thump over the side of the head. The child moaned piteously. The indignation of the bystanders was excited, and one of them said to the man, ‘*lg that child yours ? " * 9 th t fc », fc ® you * ’* answered the man t “I won t tell you! “ He’s—my—father! ” the child sobbed y “and —he—killed—my—mother— just"—as—he’s— a—gom’—to—me! **

, The man doubled his fist and made as though bo was about to give the child a savage blow. When one of .the by standera interfered, and said “If you don’t stop this. I’ll call a policeman, f never saw such a brutal father in all my life.” ~ b °g ß » to fumble in his pockets, and the child cried out, “Take care! He’s got a knife. He a going to stick you." Sure enough the man produced a knife, and remarking, If lamto be arrested it shall be for something, ne thereupon plunged the knife into the body of the child. The poor thing shrieked,« I’m murdered ! I’m murdered! and a crowd rushed to the spot. Ihe man thereupon quietly raised the child in his »rms, and, removing his bat, said, ** Gentler* men, this m & doll child. I’m a ventriloquist* and any offering you may bo pleased to make wilt be very acceptable." .