Henry Blossom, Checkers: A Hard-luck Story
“ When, after what seemed to him like years, they at last pulled into Clarksville, he jumped from the moving train to the platform. Judge Martin had set for himself the unwelcome task of meeting him and breaking the sad news. But his resolution all but failed him when Checkers, grasping both his hands, asked breathlessly, "How is she, sir?" his face upturned with a pleading look, as though upon the answer depended his very life and salvation. "She is very low, my poor boy," answered the Judge, the tears coming into his eyes; "but you must be brave—" "My God, my God!" ”
