The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1868-07-09

four 10 twenty, but averaging about ten
These girls are not over comely to the
lhstidious eye. But tOa sailor, just from
a long cruise, whore nothing loveliel
than his weather beatsn shipmates has
for years been seen, they are not without
attractions. SO, too, DO certain lands.
men, Of . degraded type, pay homage
to their strenuous charms. But decent
man in the full possession and equipoise
| Of his faculties, can only regard them
! with sorrow unspeakable, and pity too
deep for tears.
The only girl we ever saw In dance
house in whom We could detect the
slightest vestige ofcomcliness or refine.
ment, had been there but few hours,
aud was reputed to be the daughter of q
former Lieut.. Governor Of q New Eng
land State. =
The first time weentered John Aliens
dance house, we found 1t in fall blast.
The hour was IL in the evening. There
were thirteen girls in the saloon, three
musicians in the orchestra, and seven
customers submitting to the blandisll-
ments of all equal number Of the ballet
dressed syrcns who pervaded the room.
Our party consisted Of the policeman
who accompanied us, three clergymen
on the lookout for the ELEPHANT" Mr..
Albert G. Arnold, of the Howard Mis-
sion, and the writer.
The Wickedest Man was in his glory.
Things were moving briskly.. He gave
us all hearty welcome, ordered the
orchestra to do their best, and told the
girls to "break our hearts" A vigorous
dance followed after which the proprie.
tor called out:
Hartford, 60 up stairs and get my
baby"
Hartford turned out to be one Of the
girls, who Immediately disappeared, and
soon returned bearing In her arms an
undressed, sleepy child, wrapped in q
shawl. This was the Juvenile prodigy.
His father took him in his arms, with q
glow of pride and affection upon bis
face, and said;
Nov, gentlemen, you are writer's,
philosophers, and preachers; but I'll
show you that my baby knows as much
as any of you. He's hell on reading,
writing, praying and fighting"
And without more ado he stood the
sleepy little fellow upon the floor and
began to catechise him in ancient histo-
ry, both sacred and profane, and then
in modern history, geography, the po-
litical history of the United States, ETC.,
etc., with result which astonished us
all. Suddenly he exclaimed:
Chester, give us song"
And Chester, for that was the child's
name, gave us song.
"Now, Chester, give us a breakdown. "
The orchestra played "break down."
and Chester danced 1t with precision
and vig,r, his mother looking on with
delight.
Nov, Chester, give us prayer"
And the child recited, first the Lord 3
Prayer, and then others in succession,
mixed with which were such ribaldry
and profanity on the fathers part as cut
US to the heart. And here it was that
we got glimpse of the pre-eminent
wickedness of the man-wickedness 10
him unknown, and af1 the worse be-
cause of his Inconsistencies of it !;
wickednesss which is leading him to
train up that idolized boy in way and
in an atmosphere which will yet make
him an object Of loathing even to his
own heart.
For that dance house child there
seems to be no spiritual hope. The sa-
cred and the profane are so intermingled
in his childish understanding that he
will never be able to tell which is sacred
and which is profane, and his
nature being dogged and combative, he
will grow up into the highest possible
type of wickedness, IL he grows up at
all. OF the thousands of painful cases
wherewith we have met in this city,
that of little Chester Allen gives us the
keenest pang.
After the infant phenomenon had
been sent back to bed, his father asked
our party If we wouldn't "mix in" and
have dance with the girls.
eth do you good" said he, ito trip
it little on the light fantastic. Be-
sides, like to do the fair thing by dis.
tinguished visitors. I'm fond of litera-
ry people, and especially of clcrgymen.
I've three brothers myself who adorn
the srcred calling and grit and grace
run through our family like the Tigris
and the Jordan through the Holy Land.
Go in, gentlemen; the girls shan't hurt
you. I'll watch over you like a hen
over her chickens, and you shall leave
my premises as virtuous as--you came
in! Ha, ha! Come, what shall it be?"
On being assured that we would not
"trip it on the light fantastic" he asked
US if ,oe (that is, our party would not
favor the girls with song, whereupon
Mr. Arnold suggested that we should all
sing together, and asked the girls what
they would like best. Several of thep