The Evening post. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1888-1889, 1888-11-19
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LODGING
10 CENTS.


An old man, with towsled gray hair,
stuck his head out Of the door that he
opened slowly and suspiciously.
"Hello, Uncle Billy. Full %
Eyes, full up. Good night"
"Uncle Billy's only got FIVE rooms"
remarked the one-armed man, "and his
place is usually full.
Several more places were visited where
the stereotyped answer, Full up" wGs
returned, and the one-armed man led the
way to rather more shabby-looking
house than its neighbors.
In answer to the one-armed mans
knock on the door sleepy, middle-aged
man, with bushy beard and hair, opened
the door with one hand, while he held
up his hastily-donned trousers with the
other
Gimme bed, Paddy"
zone or twoT'
"One."
"Well, got room for one, but that's
all / got"
Paddy" pulled open the door and
looked in astonishment at the we'll
dressed rounder. In his scarf was a
handsome diamond pin and its flash i'm
mediately kindled responsive glitter in
Paddy's eyes.
But the one-armed man explained that
his friend was not prospective ledger,
but merely wanted to look through the
place for curiosity's sake.
Paddy led the way back through the
hall past q couple of doors leading to two
small rooms, in each of which there were
two beds and in each bed there were
three men.
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Sleep" volunteered our one-armed friend.
down stairs" The trio clambered up
second floor, the whole of the second floor
was about twenty-five feet long and
twenty wide. In this room there were
DEVILS dozen of beds, all alike, all dirty,
and all with shadowy mattresses, and
merely holsters for pillows.
On every one of these beds, but one,
there were three men sound asleep and
snoring in various keys and cadences.
1t was a revelation to the man who was
looking for something novel. Many of
the men had all of their clothes on,
some were sleeping with soft felt hats on
their heads, and none of them had taken
off their trousers or shirts.
On the half-vacant bed that Paddy in
dictated to the one-armed man with the
same wave of his hand that he made
with its palm upward and held still I'M
til the Decent price was dropped into It,,
was sleeping what looked to be boy of,
perhaps, 10 years,
1t was the round, beatle- proved face
of young ruflian, but there was some
thing in the way he laid, in the sweep of
his unusually long lashes over his cheeks,
that caused the one-armed man drew his
benefuctor over to the other side of the
bed 80 that he could see the seeper's face
plainly, and whispered, "Looks like a
girl, don't he?"
The sleeper certainly did look like a
young woman in spite of the ragged
coat that he hadn't removed when he
laid down. His head was thrown far
back, theb reathing was femininey short
and ierky, and there was something dis.
tinctively feminine in the disposition of
his legs and arms.
"Oncc long while ago." whispered
the one armed man, there was a woman
named Sally that wore mems clothes an
/ scp' in choap lodging houses for most
u month and then she disappeared an |
never heard nothin' more of her, But
she was about forty years old and the
match of any man you would find In n
days walk. She could take care of he's
self. Everybody knows this from him.
They Gull him Lady Jimmy hut II
you think he can't fight, why Jest try