Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-10-16

prosnef looks Ike MN, but Is younger,
and has finer face. Geronimo is not
the chief, though he is the ruler of the
Chricahuas. The real chief is Natchez.
a tall, powerful looking Indian.
NIGHT ON THE BIG BRIDGE
What May be Seen and Heard There-Ex-
Perience Of tho Night Poliee-Shrieks
for Help From tho River.
The sights and sounds ON the New
York and Brooklyn bridge at night Diff
fer from those of the day, says the New
York Tribune, as much as the great arc
OF electric lights on the serial highway
differ from the glare of high noon.
Countrymen by the hundreds drift idly
across the structure between sunrise and
sunset every day. People visiting New
York for the first TINA inger long on
the bridge. They look at the hurrying
crowds who rush along the promenade,
going westward to New York in the
morning and eastward to bed and board
in Brooklyn at nightfall. They hang
over the parapets, let their chances range
over the two great cities throbbing with
busy life, mark the rapid tide Of the
East river flowing under their feet with
the fleets and flags of the world lying at
the wharves, ply the wearied policemen
with countless queries about the bridge,
and then when they return to their
homes they talk to their friends and &C.
quaintances for hours concerning the
stupendous structure. But they have
seen only one side of life on the bridge.
1t is after the electric lights have sup
planted the day, when the apparently
endless string of vehicles and funeral
professions that have been rumbling
across the roadway for twelve hours has
dwindled to an occasional truck or car
riage that the second side Of life on the
bridge sets in. The steady roar of the
cities ceases to jar on the ear; the last
traveller homeward to Brooklyn with a
weary look on his face and thoughts Of
supper in his head has passed hurriedly
on. The mighty arch is now given over
to family groups and to lovers.
The last to leave the bridge are the
lovers. The "young fellow" and his
''best grip will let blissful companion
ship trench on sleepiness every time.
They form pleasant feature of evening
life on the bridge, these lovers. Solitary
among moving crowds, his muscular
arm encircles her waist and she trust
fully submits to the caress. Nobodyno-
ices them. They are too common, and
in that belief is their great solace and
But, though they love to
linger, by IL o'clock they are following
in the wake of the vanishing domestic
circles. The bencnes under the towers
become vacant. Perhaps some lone
youth fingers upon them to read again
in the white glare Of the electricity q
missive, well thumbed, dirty and mis-
spelled. The policeman looks at him
and passes on to his little
cabin where bis can Of coffee SINNERS
gently on the oil stove. "Poor idgit,"
lays the policeman softly to himself, "he's
satin his white bread now" The police
nan gets 81 day and has to support
wife, mother-in-law, and eight children
,ut of that. He pities the young fellow
nut on the bench. But the young fell
ow doesn't care for the policeman. He
,ens the letter with the faulty orthogra-
ohy, and his ardent affection for the
writer grows with increased fervor.
Midnight sees the last lover gone from
he bridge. At that hour the policemen
re changed. c~he members of the night
quad that then comes on wear different
from those of the day men,
The stony stare and curt reply of the
lay policeman, who delights to freeze
he marrow in the bones of countrymen
eeking information, find no imitators
mong the night patrol. The night
nan talks with any passing foot traveller
o long as the latter will be beguiled.
When the foot traveller ceases to amuse,
here is usually an animated dialogue
Ding on between the policemen on the
and his neighbor down on
he driveway. These Intellectual ex-
Ranges of views have wide scope, and
mbrace religion, politics, philosophy,
nd the price and quality Of the various
rands OF chewing tobacco. There are
o jumping cranks to worry the soul and
X the vision of a night policemen.
nut there is no lack of incidents to inter-
It the night watchman. A reporter
tossing the bridge at O'Clock one
corning noticed q policeman leaning
yer the parapet in listening attitude.
he reporter stopped walking and list
led. Family on the night air re could
sar cries that seemed to come from Tar
p the East river, about opposite
sugar refinery. A woman
rs screaming Murder! Murder r
the cries ceased.
"What i 1T" asked the reporter.
"Some devilisbness going on down ON
70 river" muttered the policeman.
We often hear cries Of people in distress
It on the river. We are helpless to do
lything up here. By and BY the cries
op, and that il the Last Of Il. Some
mes We see Q man 60 down to the dock.
e can see him plainly BY the light
mp into the river. If he ever comes
It, We never see him.
Not . Good Plan.
,rchant Traveller.
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