The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-26
H0TE DE HESS.
A Pen-Picture of This Popular Resort by
One of the Guests.

years 1e Is d INQUEST, unaSSumlnS man, OF
medium height and build, but built on the posi-
tive order, and stands no foolishness. He never
allows his guests to run the place. If other
landlords would initiate his example in this re-
spect better results would follow. His chief
clerk is John I. Glazier. He is a corpulent,
good-looking fellow, without the traditional
diamond pin He don't need it. His winning
ways and other striking qualities are sufficient
to make him popular with all. The chief steward,
John FL. Reed, is happy combination of smiles
and good humor. He meets you with smile,
1mtermingles his conversation with smiles and
smiles you out in, I think he could hang
man and smile. He will go out of his way to ac-
eommodate guest and the number now here
are very bothersome at times Ben Fisher is
the night clerk and right good clerk is he.
The rates of board are 40 cents per day, and
IN consequence the cuisine is not elaborate. No
weekly boarders are taken. There are people
who come here and linger for months but they
get no discount.
The institution is divided into four sections or
compartments The stewards residence is the
most elegant part of the establishment in fact
it is complete and handsome brick residence,
with pretty grass plot and flower garden on
the Alabama street side. Its only objection is
the high stone wall that obstruets view
from either side. In short these sweet
and fragrant flowers, vines and
sh1ubbey are born to blush unseen and waste
their sweetness on the desert air." The Office
comes next 1t is a double room, with desk,
table, safe and few chairs for its only adorn-
ment. When boarders are admitted they are
firmly but politely requested to leave their valu-
ables in the Office. This is an imperative rule,
and is always enforced, even at the expense of
the feelings of the guest Boarders are frequently
admitted without baggage or money, and there
has never been an in stance in the history of the
place of dead-head skipping out without hav
ing his account settled 1t will naturally be in
ferred from the foregoing that the patronage of
this place is not in all respects frstclass. The
Market-street end of the new addition, some
times designated as the commissioners folly
is used exclusively by the lady guests
Here the sexes never mlngle. In con
sequence, there is no gossiping, and
the tongue of scandal is, to a great extent, 81
fenced The lady boarders, in numbers, usually
range from twenty to forty, and the same ratio
will give an idea of their ages. While here they
throw aside all restraint, and enjoy themselves
in various ways. In this respect they initiate
the elite at the fashionable watering places
They frequently indulge in dancing and the can
can Is DOb an UNCOMMON feature. AL blIneS UDey
will all join in vocal music, and the medley of
voices and airs is sufficient to attract the atten
ton of the citizens in the West End. A parti-
ton of iron and brick divides the female depart
ment from that occupied by the short time
transient guests of the stronger sex This wing
is commonly called the coop" and is at all
times occupied by at least fifty persons. On oc-
casions of unusual excitement the number will
reach a hundred. The rooms contain sixteen
beds, and they are ranged in tiers four
deep. The main department is reserved for the
exclusive use of long-tim boarders and persons
of some distinction 1t now has patronage of
at least fifty, and the number is increasing from
day to day.
The meals are served in tin pans No table is
used. The method while peculiar, has its ad-
vantage. Every boarder gets just so much, and
as a rule not sufficient to occasion dyspepsia
AS rule bread, molasses and coffee for break
fast; supper, the same Dinner isembel ished
with piece of meat. But after all is said this
is
THE MARION COUNTY JAIL.
And as l write, 1 feel like the Prisoner of
Chillon," a stone among stones. Ny cell is
about seven feet square, with two iron cots My
partner is sleeping one, and, judging from
the smile that occasionally plays hde-and-seek
over his eountenance, he is chasing butterflies
through Dreamland. Perhaps vision of his
childhood days now passes before him-happy
time when he was his mothers blue-eyed
boy At the present moment it
is midnight Many eyes are closed in sleep,
while as many more are wide open, trying to
look into futurity or taking retrospective view
of the past. There is little to see in the cell,
and that little is so well defined, SO hard, so
cold, so unfeeling, and withal so obtrusve
that You turn from it in disgust. But glance
where you will there is no RELIEF. You look up
three fiat stones supported by two iron Orders
are there for ceiling. Look down, and three fiat
stones form your floor Stone walls without
windows encompass you on three sides, and a
heavy, black, grated iron door defes you on the
other. Vision is limited to such an extent that
your eyes are absolute prisoners, and how they
do rebel Oh for one look, one unobstructed
view. After you are here for few months an
almost uncomfortable desire to go some place
takes possession of you. | have actually found
myself getting ready to go down town. Imag-
inc poor fellow shaving, putting a clean
shirt collar cuffs, his vest, coat backing his
boots and then just when he was all ready, sud
denly realize the fact that he was in jail
This little eccentricity in others amused me at
first, and now find myself at it. The aberra-
ton has this advantages: The poor prisoner for
the time being, forgets that he is in jail, and
the anticipation of the pleasure of little liberty
is the best substitute for the lack of realization
But the awakening is painful. Mans better
nature rebels against the bolts and bars and he
feels as though he could tear them asunder, and
then he looks around for some tool or implement
TO do it with. This is another piece OF foolish
ness, more ridiculous than the others In the
end you get mad all over. Some poor fellow
will ask for the loan of trifle and you tell him
to go to- hades." While this mood lasts you
are at war with mankind in general and the law
and elements in particular The spirit here por-.
trayed, is akin to childishness; in short it is
nothing else. Manhood is not possible without
liberty.
Jesus lover OF my soul
Let me to thy bosom dy."
Those we'll known words, in rich contralto
voice, are now floating out through the bars of
the girls coop" Poor girl. No doubt she is
thinking of the time when she was young and
innocent when a fathers caress and a fond
mothers good night kiss closed her eyes in
slu1nber Happy days. gone never to return.
The hideous picture of the present emphasized
q thousand-fold by her surroundings, has robbed
life of pleasure. and, like Magdalene of old, she
cries out, and the song she sings strikes a
responsive chord in her broken heart If some