The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-07-07
Different Phases of Life in tho Big
gest City on the American
Continent.
Peeps at Queer Humanity In It's
Sunday and Weekday
Garb.
A Monk All Shaven and shorn-Angsls
in the Cara Heathenish
. .|. @-- Hole. ~

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apparition of monk of the middle ages
Yet veritable medieval monk is here,
shorn pate, coarse hood and cowl, rope
round waist and sandal-shod, stockingless
feet. strange spectre this, as startlingly
in contrast with its surroundings as the
Pope would be in a Bowery saloon.
Father IRnatius is man to see and to
know. When first saw him more than
twenty years ago. he wore the. same
strained, severely ascetio look he has
now. He was then in the height of his
eccentric fame, had set up two or three
monasteries, which sooner or later broke
down through the too stern rules OF the
Order of St. Benedict. Though still priest
of the English Protestant Episcopal church.
no English bishop will admit him to their
pulpits. Father 1gnatius is highly pic
turesque figure, and his intense earnestness,
never fail to draw crowds wherever he goes.
by these public appearances Father lgna-
thus makes a considerable income for the
support of his monastery in Lanthonv Alb
hey, on the Black mountains in South
Wales. His secular name is Joseph Ley
might have attained something like emf
had he turned his mind that way. Old
though he undoubtedly is, Father lgnatius
is anything but a crank or fool.
Singularly, the only other quasi Protes-
New York at the same time. Father Ben
son is the founder of the order known as
the Cowley Fathers, from their house at
Cowley, near Oxford. They are members
of the Church of England, which recog-
nizes the order and utilizes it in mission
r1y <hn md in ont ySh
ways and places. Several members of the
order came over to the States a few years
ago, doubtless to civilize the heathen of
this benighted land, but they got. to quar-
reling or pickering among their sanity
selves, and that lie why Father Benson has
crossed the water to wind up the mission
and send the naughty boys home again. His
sermon last Sunday morning was all about
the worries of life and the need of abund-
ant faith, that everything bot hersome ID
sent for our good.
He held forth in Protestant Episcopal
church. 1.-The Little Church Round the
Corner" where eighteen big candles blazed
on the alter as the clergyman genuhected
and crossed himself in the most gorgeous of
gold-embroidered capes. We are getting
On. We shall all be angels soon.
How sublimely good we are?
Come and test us, sit beside us
In the car.
Don't be aged, fat or homely,
You might find such facts bar,
We only squeeze up for the comely,
In the car.
Tightly souashed between the baker
And the tipsiied Jack Tar,
Guess you'll lfeel just like Quaker
In the Oar.
Madam, pray don't think of quitting!
True, it gives ones nerves a jar
To sea that milking hog ther sDittinQ
In the car.
strange, these variegated faces,
Oily, roselike, vinegar!
Why do people make grimaces
In the car?
Where's the face love, wonder?
l wish there was an in All! g.
I'd rather die than perpetrate prosodical blum
To rhyme with caE.]
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Protection is a ticklish word nowadays,
but they don't appear to think much about
it or of it in the city hall of Gotham. Have
you ever strolled in? Sometimes I do out
of sheer patriotism, just to see that no harm
has come to the priceless treasures in the
governors room. Free traffic is the rule
whenever go there and not sign of pro
pilgrimage to this national shrine to revive
our memories of the old time patriots who
freed our glorious country, to commune
with their speaking portraits and to conjure
mp the stirring associations that hover
around the writing table Of George Wash.
there is to prevent you cutting out the
faces from the frames and clipping
relics from the table. Each time ! nave
been there, l have been there alone. No
pensioned veteran proudly guards the me-
mentoes of his country's deliyerers. No
sentinel stands there imbibing the
spirit of heroism by association with the
memorials of his heroes. Not even q club
twirling bobby is there filing his precious
time and cuspidor as the hours 90 YEARLY
by. motley crew of heelers and bummers
throng the adjacent corridors, dedling the
atmosphere of that semi-sacred chamber
with oaths and vulgar jests, but no guard
of honor, except, perhaps, when ! am not
there. They manage these things better
abroad.
One of the hottest corners in New York il
No Mans Land, between First avenue and
the East river, north of the nineties. One
particular block is traceable near or far by
scent, if tie wind is favorable. A block Of
antique cheese, all alive with kicking
sprawling, squalling babes, kids, cats,
maidens, matrons, toughs, roughs, sallowy
;allowy tawny dagoes. Dagoes by nature
. rdagoes by dirt, no matter. Blazing sun.
shine, every balcony, window and doorway
blocked with natives of every age and hue,
except white, wrlggling out of every open
ing. writhing on the sidewalk, little legt
dangling through the balcony rails
Dne swarthy mother in the second
floor balcony had ,gripped hel
four-year-old between her knees
while she was enthusiastically clawing the
yermin out of his head and generously
dropping them on the gentry below. A tom
cat, flying from the bone that was flung al
1t, jumped onto the balcony where girl
was feeding and smashed her plate through
the grating SO that it fell in crockery
showers on the sidewalk picnickers. Thif
aroused the tribe and great was the babblt
of the patriarchs of both sexes as they held
court ''al fresco," on the tragedy. Jus,
then Whit of easterly wind blew a dis.
gust my way and flew. Whew! PAN.
Copyright.
Winnie Davis Home.
New YORK. July 6.-Niss Winnie Davis