The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1875-09-04

M and dom. and Price NcGrath and
Mcdaniel ad Morrisey and Dir: Belmont
were smokir aud looking on. :! he race
track locke like Louisiana P'ah'a'~i'
| on Christms morning. The little dark?ys
were spunpsg Of the horses and swearing
lust asftlG. d. on week days, only they
bad on Glen shirts.
Why ont you horscmen ever pc' on u.
INV hor.c Price ? asked Mr.. Belmont OF
d.. N.nrathY You never bull my
stock. ..,
Whv, YES VIC do, Mr.. Belmont l bet
on your horse at the last race anti
And nv horse lost, and you lost your
money, Price said Belmont sy"p"'"''''
caliy.
NJ; oct your horse would Iosc anu
he di /, and | won two hundred dollars
said Nj. NcGrath.
IT, all perfectly natural, said NJ Dan
icl a little while after, to have religion
without Price. for we've had Price without
religion for years and years.
SUNDAY ON THE BALCONY.
From the race track I rode back to the
bntel. | wanted to find place for rest
and meditation. The balconies were filled
with worldly minded young ladies and
gentlemen. They tramped up and down
in low necksand short sleeves with sweep
ing trains b.hind. The iickled goddess
Of Fortune vas everywhere. She lined
the sot' ., topped all over the chair stood
ND in the elevator, and gossippcd and
laut,rtd and scandaliz d her ncighbors.
Sentimental young gentlemen "werc' whis-
pering love in the flushed faces of flirting
girls. Dashing widows were listening to
suucy double etend'cs from rapid Union
Club 'n,eu before goiag to Morrisscy's sand
old maids were corpnring pcd'grccs or
estimating the revenues of new-coming
bachelors. All was worldly confusion.
How could rcAcc' and rest?
little girls came along with bouquets.
They ysutk them into my face with their
swcet"Wont t--yers-pleasc--buyAsir?'
Young men trying to get chance to pro-
pose, wanted to Introduce me to their
swecthcarts sister k'rriagc men wanted
to let INC a carriA .orcak tho Sabbath
with. Boys wa TO buy water Ill
lea, and oil IN ed to talk politics
and stock. Coz. .rcc-wickcd com
mercc was everywhere. The fumes of
Bacchus filled my nostr'ls. Worldly
opcra music. grated onry ears, ard court
train dresses trailcd before my eyes.
What could l do?
What could /, poor, lone Christian
orvhan do? could not rest. could
not get away from wicked fashion and
frvdlity. wanted sleep Finally All
idea struck me. fou'ld II retired nook in
a dark CORNER Of thc balcony, ! wrote a
placard--a sort of personal kcep-otfthc-
grass placard, and pinned it on my back
while bent my head down on the railing
held one of John paul's dismal letters
before my eyes to'llarc sornn'fcrous ef'
feet on he. On the placard was written
I'M A CHRISTIAN JOURNALIST
LET ME- REST AND MEDITATE.
I'M TRYING TO BE GOOD.
NO FLOWERS WANTED.
NO USE FOR A CARRIAGE.
KEEP YOUR WATER LILIES AT HOME
SHUT Ur!
| DON'T WANT TO TALK HORSE, OR
DUNCAN & SHERMAN.
1fcll asleep while the great fashionable
hullab, loo went on around me. An hour
..fterward l awokc, only to find thy watch
gone and my diamond sleeve buttons sto-
len. A bootblack was rubbing violently
at my patent leather boots, and waiter
was brushing my coat. I%cy were bound
that | should break the Sabbath. But I
would not do it, and rather than do it
rather than stay there and rcak the Sab.
bath, l said, "lll get up and 60 down to
John Morrsscy's and amuse myself till
twelve O'Clock at night by moving honey
around innocently Oh white aud red cards.
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