Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-06-06
a Saturdays Saturnalia of Frai,
Females and their Friends
Changed to q Scene OF Sadness,
SOME FAST YOU'VE MEN Who W,su
They HAD Needed SOLOMON
A Good Might. Work by tho Police.

a Good Nights Work by tho Police.
Late Saturday evening it was inlimated to
journal reporter by the police that they
were about to raid on a notorious house of
assignation on Green street, and that if he
wished he could accompany them. The scribe
was agreeable, and according to instructions
soon dropped into headquarters Officers
breen and Thorndike started up Bridge
street, and City Marshal White and the
journal representative sauntered up Win
throp street. Above the brick schoolhouse
the party united and cautiously proceeded
TO Chamber over the fence into Forest Grove
cemetery. 1t was a most beautiful evening.
The moon, half full, hung high in the
heavens, and suffused the churchyard with
aweirdly solemn glow. gentle breeze rus
tied through the treetops. The marble slabs
and monuments looked like CHASTITY senrinels
IN the faint light, keeping guard over the
graves At their feet. The damp grass ever
and anon undulated before the wind. like the
ocean when it feels catspaw on its CLASSY
surface. So quietly did the party approach
the house that the mansion was entirely sur
rounded without the occupants taking alarm.
The murmur Of voices could be heard inside,
and ever and anon peal of silvery laughter
fOated out on the air. Officer Breen was
accommodating in the rear of the house, when
the back door opened and two young men
appeared on the threshold. When they
saw the glitter of the officers badge they
involuntarily mentioned place not found in
the revised New Testament, and hastily re-
treated. Hearing the noise City Marshal
White put his sturdy shoulder to the front
door, and burst it open. The whole party
entered.
What sight met their gaze. On the edge
OF a bed in the room off the parlor sat
the high priestess of the house, wearing a
robe de mutt, and with fear and astonishment
blended on her countenance.. In the apart
ment were two young men-one a we'll
known Augusta man and the other young
fellow from Farmingdale who belongs to a
respectable family there. Up stairs in one
room were Gardiner clerk in his shirt
sleeves and a voluptuous brunette in an
exceedingly deeollete costume. In another
room, was beautiful young girl, half I'M
dressed.
The three young men were about the
sorriest-looking mortals in Maine. They
felt like mournfully singing
mid pleasures and palaces,
Though we may roam,
Be ii ever so humble
Tn res no place like home!'
The matron crawled back into bed, pulled
the clothes over her head, and feigned sick
ness. One of the girls took the affair phil
of the three, paced up and down like Gagged
tiger, in great mental distress, and excaiming
in agony, my God! why did l ever come
to a place like this! If l had a revolver l
would blow nay brains out! l only began
this life few days ago! Why did l leave
my home"
City Marshal White said to the party
"Mrs. Bailey, there has been a great deal of
complaint of late that you were running q
house of prostitution. 1t must be broken up.
l shall take you and the girls to Jail. You.
young men, can go, and let this be warning
to you to keep better company in the future -"
Mrs Bailey protested that she was too
unwell to leave the house. She begged that
the officers would not arrest her, and offered
the City Marshal hundred dollars to leave
her alone, and the Journal representative fifty
dollars not to report the raid.
While the girls were making their
street toilette, there came timid rap at the
outside door.
CITY Marshal White stepped into the hall,
closed the door leading into the sitting-room,
and, opening the street door few inches,
said:
who comes there?
"A friend"
"What is your name!
...Jones," was whispered back.
"Come in, JONES'" softly cooed the officer.
The door was opened, and the visitor
stepped inside. White Kicked open the
sitting-room door, letting flood OF light
into the hall .'How are you. Jones, he
said.
The so-called Jones was red-faced young
fellow. with light colored hair. and wore
suit of ready made clothing. When he saw
tho ruse. his hair stood on end ike quilts on
a fretful porcupine, and he stommered'
..Wbat.t-t d-d-does all this m-m-mean!
at means, JONES'" said Thorndike' Jocose-
", THAT you are euchred.
you may pass" and Jones started
down the street as fast as he could
r,n The women were then lodged in jail.
Every citizen of Augusta will feel grained
that 40 demoralizing a resort is broken up.
We hope the Bailey woman will be driven out
sc town never to return. The moral atmos-
nher, Of the city will be purer now From
disclosures made we learn that qui'e : III" nv !,
Of well.known men frequented the mousse anu
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