Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-03-29

building. A single false step would
mean broken bones if not death. But,
admitting that one can reach the desk of
this library, he will find himself face to
face with several languid young gentle
men who, in answer to his inquiry for a
certain book, point calmly to the index
es. AS well refer a person to a volume
of Choctaw poetry. Old visitors, after
twenty-five years of study, are still
porting over these volumes. But, admit
that you find what you require, the read
ing room is half block away, and
though you may be consumptive, weak
in the back, have heart disease OF be in
clined to apoplexy, you must either
carry your book or books, often weigh
ing ten to ftteen pounds, or go home
again. Not an attendant of any kind Is
there TO attend to this duty. Your read
ing finished, again you must buckle to
the task and tote the boo ks back again
and stand like lackey until you are dis
missed. Two intelligent servants, call
ing for The expenditure'of 81 600 per an
mum, would be amply able to perform
these mental services, conveying books
to and fro and watching over them while
the reader goes to his luncheon. Verify
some people use money in a queer fashion
when they don t earn it.
***
Oh, well, there are worse places than
the Aston library. A party of brute
faced, frowsy inebriated men stood at
dilapidated bar in a saloon on the Bow
cry, at CLOCK in the morning. While
the air was ringing with blasphemy the
side door of the room opened and
white-faced, frail little woman stole in
and stood to one side, gazing with great,
dry, blue eyes into the face of one of the
drinkers, a young man with q harsh
face, who was at that moment cursing
companion for having different opinion
on the subject of bull pups. Discovering
the trembling woman at his side, the
fellow stopped short in his argument and
demanded what she wanted.
81 want to speak to you alone, Jim -
''Well, yer can IT, growled the man,
"and now you get out o. here or I'll
slug yer.
q must speak to you, Jim, - went on
the woman.
''I tell yer no, - shouted Jim.
''I must, - continued the wife.
The man took a step forward and swept
his big, rough hand through the air, let
ting it fall with whack on the cheek of
the woman, upsetting her as though she
had been q child, and following up the
blow with command to get out as quick
as she could get on her feet. The little
woman arose from the floor, and drawing
her hand from under her shawl extended
it towards her husband.
cit was only TO give this to you,
Jim, - said she softly. 'fI thought you
would not want these men to see it. -
Jim took her hand and she opened the
fingers, revealing a crumpled one dollar
bill in the palm. The brutal husband
bounced on the money and then mumbled
a sort of apology to his wife for having
struck her, and even invited her to have
a glass of beer. This she refused, and
went quietly out into the night leaving
her man in possession of the money she
earned, he cared not how.
-.
Few men can resist the temptation to
look at what they shouldn' t see. There
Is one theatre in New York the actor's
dressing rooms of which are situated in
brown stone house just around the cor
ner from the entrance of the theater it
self. This house forms part of the stage
and if the shades were not drawn over
the windows strange and fascinating
sights would be revealed to passers by.
In passing through the street one night
not long ago noticed a little knot of
people; mbstiy young men and boys,
gathered on the sidewalk opposite this
stage entrance with their eyes turned to
q window on the second floor. CHANGING