He told me that she and her three children, the smallest a babe in arms, tramped the streets of New York for days looking in vain for some one who could speak their native tongue.

They slept at night in doorways, and by day wandered timid and terrified through the streets.
"At last a saloon-keeper saw that we were famishing," the Bohemian told me.

"He was a--a--Oh, what do you call them in your language?
I can think of the Bohemian word but not the English." "What was he like ?" I asked to help find the word.

"Red-headed?
Tall?
Fat ?" "No; he was one of those people who usually run clothing stores and are always having a 'SALE.'" "Jew," I said.
"Yes, he was a Jew saloon-keeper.

He took pity on us and took us into his saloon and gave us beer, bread and sausages.