Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1888-11-15

natural causes entirely unable TO digest.
Glare Market of Saturday night
simply blszss wi5h light. The narrow
street is full OF tgo-wheeled barrows, each
having fat top about six feet long and
three feet vide. Each is surmOuItsd by
a tlaring naphtha lamp to illuminate its
I gares. These consist of about every
human necessity which can be- sold ia
penny lots. Trays of oauliflowers, cab
hages turnlps, carrots, greens, water
crosses, chops, sausages, fresh fish, red
herring, dried Goldfish, wcmeu's dresses,
mems clothing, second hand shoes, lam us,
crockery, and as many more commodities
MI the main and side streets. The place
Is densely crowded with people and loco
motion Is we!l'neigh impossible. The air
IS babel OF cries entirely unintelligible
10 the foreign car. Every man and WON
al IS shouting or shrieking to attract Gus
tom. Every c0stsrmonger's boy, no mat
ter what his age, yells louder and shriller
than his father. II. is his only ject in
life to emulate q foghorn or steam whsle,
and heredity through several generations
/ has given him O voice as disproportiou-
ate to his size as that of young prairie
| dog. It is a highly picturesque scene,
deliberately scented with fried fish, the
luxurious staple of tbs London slums.
It's most picturesque oomponents, how
| ever, are women.
They are of all ages, all slatternly, and
all haggsrd Every woman has black
eye or baby, or both. About one in i've
is drunk, and the rest are willing to be.
They all wear shawls over their heads,
and all the shawls and all the dresses are
! ~ ha he
to which all other cheap colors fade in
/ their feeble old age. Through the slight
| ~ opened doors of the brilliantly lighted
/ pubs" you can see them crowdipg the
/ bars to repletion. They get pint of
ale for q panny, the most horrible and
brutalizing liquid that in any country
claims a bastard kinship with hops and
malt. Here and there you find one lying
/ down dead drunk-g dark, shapeless mass
pushed against the wall on the sidewalk,
/ less ss.f-respecting and far more 6ban
| doned than the rats that will creep from
the sewer by and by to g6ze at her with
their sharp eyes, ard perhaps brush her
with their clean little whiskers. Yonder
is internal beast sitting down insensi
/ BILE, with her dress all open AMI dirty
baby asleep IL her lap, Here comes a
/ drunken mother--a tall, raw boned w0
man-staggeri along through the thick
throng wish her arm closely clasping the
neck of the little girl who is compelled
20 stagger with ner. The mother is
shriehing some ri I'D song above the din.
1t ia now o.ny 10 O'clock, however, and
but lea OF the women are druuk as yet,
/ Old King A cohofs weekly carnival is only
beginning, and these are The early COM
ers.
Ii you will stroll through the market,
taxing care to button your coat closely
over your watch chain. you will get into
Gibert's Passage. There is dark, dim
/ ly lighted way leading under tho reeond
story of the houses, with black and mar
row doorways, into black and narrow
passages on every side. Here there is
cheerful merriment among crowd Of
women. 4 drunken man of middle-age,
short thick set aud bald headed, stands
in the middle OF the passage threatening
everybody. He has exes persted a tsll
Young fellow vino mas a small shop there
! and the young fellow pitches into him.
} The Young man after sharp wrestle
throws MIN, end the Old bald head hits
/ the stone pavement with Il ring that
! sh3pd have cracked it like a mt: This
Is fanny, and the crowd Of slattern
women laugh shrilly. Now the old mans
osteusibie wife runs out of her hole to
his rescue. She has voluble conversa
tion with another woman and in another
minute they are at 1t. few moments
more and they are torn apart with bleed
ing faces aud disordered tressee. Then
! they denounce each other in terms not
nice, but entirely in harmony with the
! environment. Constable L AZ now
strolla in and touches the ola man with
his foot to sec that he is not dead. He
tells the woman 20 go on aud bundles the
old mar and his defender into door
way. The rest look at him with ugly
nate. They 90 on however ut don't do
20 show that you're afraid OF 'em," ha
says as he strolls along to where you
stand. "If did they'd up end me in 10
time"
There o baby in the arms Of another
baby, perhaps thrts years older, on the
pavement iusr IA front OF you. There
are babies everywhere, in the arms of
women, in tie arms Of children, on the
pagements, in the cutters, in the door
ways, and in the windows. The women
carry them anyhow, much as men carry q
not particularly valuable parcel. Yonder
along the passage are three tiny liiie
girls holding three bahiee, all sitting on
the dirty pavement against the wall. All
six are in rags. Queer babies these.
They are so dirty. Their faces are dirty,
their legs are dirty, and their shoes when
they have them, arc soaked with she black
LIQUID of the gntter that trickles along by
each eurb. There are hays all about you
old, decrepit, toothess, waxY-faced, gum
my-eyed hags. They are SO old that they
have scarcely strength to drag themselves
to the public house for their drink Of gin,
gin about as odorous and as healthy as
kerosene. They are horrible hags as
they totter slowly and silently IN and ont
OF the shadows, but they are not half as
horrible as the babies.