The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-17

the sidewalk on the south side of Madi- son, extending from Canal west to Jeffer- sou, streets, IS ye; avoided, even in mid day, by all respectable or semi-respeci- able pedestrians, male or female. If necessary to go by ~Tom's Lodging House. or the reeiing " Tivoli," the pc destrian, unlike the good Samaritan. passes by on the other side ot the street The mingled fumes of stale beer, cheap whisky, burning steaks in the chop house and boiling suds in the Chinese laundry are too ovsrpowering and oppressive, The gangs of bleareyed trAmps and va grants in front of the saloons are too re- pulslve for an inspection close enough 10 observe the whites of their eyes,
 The question may. before now, have suggested itself to the reader Why did rot Don Webfoo, leave Chicago if he really wished to disappear. and wait ill the clouds rolled by He wanted ;o remain pear Miss Van Van de Van and watch how we'll she bore up under his continued absence ; he desired to tes, her love. Acting upon this desire he con cludcd to famliatise himself with vice of d lower oider-a vice somewhat more vicious than the cigarette and soda water dissipation of his, heretofore, daily tou- | tine, From the sls@9s, in disguise. he could cross the path of his loved one and note the effect of his heartleSs conduct. 1 He oould stand in the very doorway of the Pettigrew mansion and meet with stony stare the agonzed gaze of his moth CT. That is, Don Webfoot thought he could, and in his minds eye he pictured sensational scene of himself on the doorstep begging for aims. Don Web ! foot was rare strategist.
 50 was his brother. judson.
 The latter, in Don Webfoot's problem of low life in Chicago had not loomed up ln any very great mathematical Iromi- nence. And so the elder scion of the house of Pettisrew diifed farther into the deadly, whirling maels,rom of slum life
 It's demnitlon queer hos man could leave hotel without his clothes observed the landlord of the Canal stree, hos,elry to his clerk as they stood in the narrow room lately deserted by Don Webfoot.
 {" Good togs, too, remarked the sleepy eyed clerk, closely inspecting the costly tailor made garments which had lately encased the frame of the eccentric youth
 :" Don Webfoot Pc,tgrew, Ne. - Nlncennes avenue" continued the latter reading the impress n oi a stencil plate on the inside of the pan'aloons waisr band.
 What transparen, youth was Don Webfoot.
 Humph !" sad the proprietor, the clothes are worth more than his board bill, but whether Il will pay 10 look the family up is only question of how m~cd will the family pay to be looked up anc how much will the dude pay to let 'cn alone, eh, SeawY2"
 Seamy, the clerk, grnned, exhibiting q toothless upper jaw with vast wealth O red and swollen gum.
 {" Do you get onto his racketi" in quired the hotel proprietor.
 Crank. reckon"
 No, he's done up the old man an he. a hidin'."
 While this conversation vas taking place between the Canal street hote keeper and his combination clerk and barkeeper, the subject of discus was seated in the "Tivoli," at round topped slimy table, standing upon heavily sanded floor, the sand made slab and thick with beer dregs and tobacco spittle A disoordan:, crashing, patent orches,rion tackled number of popular and unpop- ular airs o the day, and mutilatcd them
 A stranger, looking at Don Webfoo, l Pettigre~, as he made wiy faces over a schooner of infamous beer, would have seen a man of uncertain age. with dirty face, tangled hair, wearing blue goggles dilapta'ed garments and his pan,aloons ftipged at the bottom, half tucked into q pair of foxy red, high shoes, ore laced, the other stringless and wide open a: the ankle Ia the large, low.ceiled hall, illuminated with arc electric lights, there were, scattered around al the different tables, single and in gronps fully seventy five hard looking, weather beaten men. When it IS stated that this rum dispen- sary was too low for the patronage of the painted courtesan an idea may be formed in the readers mind of i;s viIeness, There