St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-24

shouldered man, wearing blue uniform
and star bearing the inscription 'sMinne-
apolis police" He has dropped In to get
cup of coffee and bite of something to
keep him up while patroling his beat. Then
there is the reporter of the morning news
paper, who has rushed in to get small
lunch before resuming his long and oftimes
weary vigil. Heand the officer exchange a
few words. The reporter is off like a shot
leaving his supper untouched, to work up
some sensational case the officer has in
formed him of.
ANOTHER SECTION OF THE CITY.
Here are houses from which issues the
sound of revelry and song, now and then in
terrupted by loud and angry words. Is it a
social gathering? No, far from it. These
are the places where women have chosen to
live life more horrible than can be de-
picted upon canvas or written in books.
Here is the house of her ''whose footsteps
take hold on HE'LL" and who leads on to
utter destruction. Inside are furnishings
most eXtravagant in their nature, and a
luxury that even princes might envy. Lace
curtains hide the window, and soft carpets
deaden the sound of dancing feet. Seated
in crimson plush-covered chairs are women
whose faces look haggard and worn.
| Wrinkles and lines denoting dissipation are
half-hidden by paint and powder, which
gives the wearer CHASTITY look in the bril-
liant light. Men of various stations in life
are talking with the painted women before
them, now and then indulging in ribald jest,
and again speaking in harsh tones of some
real or fancied injury. There is the solid
man of business, holding on his lap young
woman whose face tells only too plainly that
she fell from a great height to come to such a
place as this. The young man. hardly yet
out of his teens, is also there, his face
flushed with wine and his manner gay and
reckless. Suddenly look of horror and
pain comes into his face and he hastily
leaves the house, followed by the laughter
Of his companions. He had thought of his
sister, and the remembrance of her bright
innocence caused him to ponder moment.
Perhaps on sofa, half sitting, half reclin-
ing is a woman of wondrous beauty, her
face wearing drunken leer, and cursing in
q terrible manner. She Is too drunk to
walk, and when she tries it she falls back
upon the couch, and is soon fast asleep.
The night wears ON. The streets are
now deserted. An occasional benghted
pedestrian and the officers are the only hui
man beings seen besides the hackmen, who
sit beside their vehicles waiting patiently
for a customer At the lookup sit two
men, one or both doing slightly now and
then. They are the patrol driver and the
station keeper, keeping close guard over
the unfortunates who are locked
behind the iron bars. The
driver knows not at what moment he may
receive an alarm to harness his horses and
go out in the night with the patrol wagon.
At headquarters sits the captain, a patrol
man and the telephone operator. The night
hours drag YEARLY along, but the men are
constantly on the alert for any alarm from
the little instruments scattered around the
room, and which are liable at any moment
to summon help to some officer who. ON
his beat, has found something which needs
police attention. Now and then an officer
reports by telephone that everything is all
right on his beat, and receives an answer
ing ''All right" from the mali in charge of
the instrument.
These are some of the night scenes in a
big city, repeated over and over again as
darkness settles down over the land. To
person who has never been up aud around
the city all night the experience is an odd
one, and the memory remains for many
day.