Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-04

food and more fHery, and also that some of
them have lived so long on Sea street-so
named for its ocean OF mud-or other Of the
Points less famed thoroughfares, that the
ocean and fair earth have lost their inspira-
tion and charm. Nature is an artist and
will not allow inharmonious things. If she
cannot remove the filth men make, she
tones them down to it, making them take
its color and nature.
There are other inhabitants of the lime
burners district, few Hebrews-not those
with the look of the Christ in their faces,
but miserable hawkers-a score or more of
pimply-iaced men, who seem to do nothing,
but do much on the sly; some with packs of
greasy cards. others with wicked-looking
black bottles, others with nimbIe fingers;
and there are women with staring eyes, who
jeer at passers by day, and at night hiss
things women ought never to say-husbapd-
less women, childless women, vet living on
the passion that makes wives and mothers
of others.
There is no park on the Point, and the
few trees there do not thrive. Why do trees
never thrive in the poor quarter? Is it be-
cause they, too, are half starved? There is
one church, at least it is said to have been a
church, but fellow uses it now for pawn
brokers shop.
No need of churehesl What mistake
Jesus made when be said the poor should
have the gospel preached unto them, But
there is dance hall, and dozen 'holes''
out of which the pimply-faced dip liquors
viler than the water in the gutter outside
1t is thought the POOR lack entertainment:
but that is another mistake. No class
suffer so little from ennui. There are street
fights, dog fights, and hundreds of things to
interest them, These things might not in
terest YOU but you are not poor.
One hot evening in July, while the
creatures OF the kilns were enjoying them
selves in the different wavs 1 have men
TONED, young girl, dressed with that
pinched pretbness peculiar to girls of her
class, left house nearer the kilns than any
other, and walked slowly up Sea street into
the better portion OF the town. For all the
houses of the city of kilns do not sag at the
doors, or have broken windows. Some of
the streets overlook the ocean, and are wide
and dry, and elm shaded. The rich live on
them, the men who do not work in kilns
who have soft hands, and clothes with no
lime dust upon them. All was still here
unless the distant cries of the city and
sleepy murmur of waves be considered dis
turbing. The kiln smoke covers the low
lying Point like forest of gigantic trees
branched high up into waving clouds.
Above them were stars, and, low down In
the West, red flashes of lightning. There
was hush in the world that was almost
tenderness.
But the girl, walking a lifeless step, with
knit brow and eyes bent on the ground. as if
trying to read words a Christ or some other
had written there, seemed to see or feel none
of this world witcherv. Past the stores. the
fat pompous stores; past churches, past beau
tiful homes into the country she walked: the
poets country with its smell of new hav.
young fruit, and wild flowers, never lifting
her head or stopping, though going more
slowly at every step.
By and by a light carriage with one man
in il overlook and stopped as if for her.
though the driver did not speak or offer to
help her in, and started before she was
seated, or even out of the way of the wheels.
He made no approaches, though they could
not have been unfamiliar, and she shrank as
far to her end OF the seat as possible Evil
IDENTIFY the two were not on pleasure trip.
Each seemed waiting for the other to speak,
and. as neither offered to do SO, the ride
promised to be still one, until the silence
was broken by quivering sob.
'fWhat are you crying about?" the man
said, accenting his words with the slightest
possible roughness-iust enough to grind
them to an edge.
because Won do not love me, because
am miserable, miserable. because"
''Oh. botheri why not be sensible?"
Mother knows"
Did you tell her of me?" he asked uu-