The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-04-13

But there are heartscalds and heart
scalds. about that opening quadrlle
Families are divided, neghbors that have
exchanged the most loving hospitalities for
years, are now treadlng on the tails of eacl
others coats and knocking the chips of
each Others shoulders. shall not be al
all surprised to hear of somebody being
killed before the celebration comes off, and
am not quite sure but that would be the
easiest way to get out of 1t, and would
rescectfullY suggest they begin with Ward
McAllister and wind up with Mike Murphy
and DR., Dollar Sullivan.
A wild excitement was created here last
week by the arrest of two ladies for shop
lifting. They we're very fine ladies, hand
somely dressed and nothing about them but
their underskirts TO denote them regular
shopllfters. A shoplifter's skirt is made
double; series of huge pockets in which
they can store an immense lot of plunder
In the pockets of the ladies in question
were found stockings, neckties, handker-
chiefs, towels, scarfs, jewelry, bric-a-brac,
and large assortment of other things
Both women turned out TO be the wives of
worthy and honest husbands, one of whom
broke down completely when he heard OF
his wife's disgrace, Later on 1t was whis-
pered that the whole thing was newspa-
per fake, and that the alleged shoplifter
was no other than Nellie bly, of the New
York World" who had attempted TO put
up sensational job in the interests of that
paper. l am not quite sure that this last
revelation is true; but this erratc young
person had already done some very extra
ordinary things. Two years ago she got
herself shut up in lunatic asylum, and
after spending two weeks among the loonies
deceiying old doctors with her simulated
madness, and raising Cain generally. she
came out exposing the weak spots of the
institution and gave The attending medica!
faculty Hail Columbia. Later on she en-
Tered into conspiracy with another fe.
male reporter and got arrested at hotel
for stealing pockel-book and spent a
night in the cells, where she and her female
friend made it exceedingly uncomfortable
fora detective who tried to make loye to
them. Ii this last fashionable shoplfler
turns out to be the redoubtable Nellie Bl, +,
it will certainly go to show an immense ad-
vance in modern journalistic enterprise,
and we may confidently look forward to the
iou ~ In fba I'M Of Ias
lies, first class burglar may be engaged to
crack bank, or some disgruntled nihilist
from Russia may be hired to blow up a
house with nitro glycerine. Dere is no
mistake but de world do move.
In one of the vilest quarters of The city is
situated the Florence Mission for fallen
women. God knows, in this crime-infested
locality mission is needed if ever one was
needed upon the face of the earth. No need
TO seek for souls to save upon the Congo.
No jew in Palestine, no Chinese idolater,
no Hindoo worshipper of Vishnu ever stood
in such dire need of salvation as the sin
scared battalions who tramp the streets at
night between the Bowery and Broadway.
The leprosv of sin and crime taints the
very air, and all the waters of Salome &
Pool could never wash it clean. Two oil
the main avenues between the Bowery and
Broadway are Houston and Bleecker streets
| and here at all hours of the day and nigh
the seething tide of sin and crime flows like
| a mighty river. Men, tattered and blear-
| eyed, aimlessly reel through the streets
wretched female tramps, sunk to the low
est depths of infamy and shame meet yor
at every turn. Thieves and buncs steereri
swarm OH every corner. The houses OF
either side only shelter those such as the
Priest and LeYite pass by. One nigh
about five month ago, a wretched Yagran
was brought into the mission. Her bloal
ed face told the story of her downfall; sht
had reached the utermost depth of femal,
degradation. Yet she was not old nor il
her younger days uncomely. The ladies O
the mission took her in hard and she hat
recovered health and strength. One da,
one of the missionaries attached to tn,
mission was urging her TO continue to seel
her souls salvation, when she looked up il
his face and said, whats the use; nobod,
would notice me; nobody would care fo
me; no man would marry me-" Tn,
missionary was widower of torty-fiye
who had seen the New York streets at thei
worst; he had been in the dives and tn,
Sums and he knew as well as any man tn,
character of the tramps who walk the streets
at night, and yet this old campaigner look
ed into the face of the sorrowing Magdelen,
and said, Yes; will marry you" Nov
that is all very romantic; very Christian.
like and very fine, but it is not common
sense, and that my friend the missionar,
was not long in discovering He took
nice flat, furnished it comfortably AM
started in housekeeping. His turtle dov
cooed very nicely for week, but cold water
grace before meat, ana the doxology a
night did not agree with her constitution
She was fond of gin tiz and an occasiona
tramp at night, and these things the mis-
sionary did not approve of, so in his absenc
one day she took every thing she could la
her hands on and look up her quarters witt
a gambler, and now the husband is sum
ror divorce. The moral of all this is, /
you want a wife don't look for her amon
the fallen sinners of the slums. New Yorl
and every other town and city in the Unite,
States has plenty of good girls who hay
never served an apprenticeship of SIN, anC
who will be only to glad too share as honor
able wives the home of an honest man
You may not get just What you want TO
the first time of asking, but if at first yol
don't succeed, try. try again.
Nothing is sadder in the life Of this cit
than to see the wrecks of men who wer
formerly famous. totter along Broadway