National Republican., 1877-02-26
room, and seemed to dislike tho intrusion Of the
nAMr rENENnNr.

pANr TENEMENT.
A low rickety door opened down Into tho back
part Of building whose walls and roof capped.
The storm Of friday night had drenched the
building inside and out, and everything was
Wen, Reuben, are you living hcre?" asked
the serjeant Of an old colored man that opened
the door. "
Another old man was cfouching over small
stove in tho middle Of the room. -,,
"pid you get wet the other night" inquired
ayes, the water came down through the door,"
II came in here one rainy night" said the ser.
out drunk on tho aoor, in water a foot deep.
An old carpet.bag hung by one handle against
the damp wall, and there was pile OF hlthy rags
thrown on the frame Of an old sofa on one side of
the room. This completed the furniture Of tho
room.
geant, pointing to the rcpuisivc heap OF rags.
"Yes, sir,r replied Reuben, with n look as
much as to sny, that there was nothing wonder.
ful In having bed like that.
cENTESARIAN.
Passing into the next room, the only thtnr q lt
could be seen in the darkness was q rude h.
stead, made Of boards and boxes. An old nesap
woman, with scanty and unclean rags clutchc !
ing and moaning upon the bed. "Shc u
hundred and thirteen years old" said thn
PassiDg through tho front room, which was O..
little better furnished, the visitors stepped aga Il
out into the street.
A CITY DAIRY fARN
rnstoEs aiS sS ic sergeant esi LOOK INTO '' AF
Tho two passed through another house into the
interior Of another ALLEYS there was little shanty
cycloscd by fences and rubbish.
As they entered the hole In the fence, intended
for gate, an Irishman with broad face, and q
pipe from his mouth and said, II am glad to see
yeI;com in."
Around a, the back Of tho shsnty,
Irishwomnn, dressed slovenly, and with
her coarse hair flying about her head. There
f the premses cans Mr.. arrn9On Is mix soSSn sSSa.
who goes from house to house with
can and measure in her hand, vending milk at ten
anas Agnes been here lately" asked the Ser.
gesnt, referring to the former visit OF some bel.
"No, she hasn't, and she bctthcr not" snapped
This seemed to amu,c Mr.. Harrington. He re.
"You know" he said. THAT woman Agnes. she
come here and raised divil OF fuss, and got the
old woman mad, and thin she come bacK again,
and whin she went away she took the old womau's
shoes-a bran new pair, VIII eli she'd Just boug ght.n
"Uh tho divil," remarked Mrs. Harrington, II
the colleen, and shtolc my shoes, and jIst wlnt
for her."
srIRTUALisT.
''She is q spceritooalIst,n said Mr.. Harrington,
pointing to his better-haiL with u wink. aShe
and another woman used to have printing press
at work Oy er my head"
hastily and reprovingiy. II don't know what the
word means. never shtoal, or do anything Of
the kind.n
As the Sergeant left he said, That's country
dairy. farm. She keeps n COW In the little shed at
the back Of her place."
where does she pasture IT."
"She doesn't pasture It, She goes TO market
and buys greens and things for it. If the people
Of the city could see where their milk came from
most folks would drink their ten without milk"
The Sergeant and tho reporter again found
themselves on the street. "There are rich men
In this city who have no idea Of the scenes that
can be witnessed down here" remarked the Ser.
geant. "If some Of tho women who llft their
dresses so dainty on the avenue, to keep them
from the dust should pass through these slums
they could see things that they never thought
existed.n