Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1890-12-12
WAGONS FULL OF THEM,
RESIDENTS OF NEW YORK WHO
l8PAY NO RENT TO LANDLORDS,

In the East Side Streets Every Cart Con.
tains q ledger II the Night Is Warm
and the Place Is Dark-When a Police
man Comes Along There's a Rumpus.
y The wagon jewellers of New York live
sAong the Bowery and in the dark streets
Ss the east side.
Walking up Park row toward the Bow
cry at 3 in the morning the first wagons a
reporter saw were in front Of a big furni-
ture store. Every night from two to four
big trucks stand in front of the place,
which may be termed the headquarters of
the association.
In the first wagon were three jewellers.
Two lay side by side with their heads to-
ward the dashboard, and the other sleeper
was curled up crossYise at the bottom.
he was a genuine tramp, with a short
beard and Oft ut the toes.
Wrapped% about his shoulders was a
woman's ragged wooden cloak. He moved
uneasily aS the reporter mounted the seat,
AID finally managed to raise himself up
and attempted to climb over the back
board.
Don't disturb yourself, guv'nor," said
the reporter. Ppm not going to run you
in. Why don't you go homer"
who's 'at?" inquired the wagon dwell.
er. "Who are yer, anyway? If yer a cop
per why don't yer jug me? If yer amt,
sneak"
He then turned his attention to the bot
tom of the wagon, and having selected the
softest spot rolled over on his side and be.
gan to snore.
A POLICEMAN APPEARS.
Tho Nnrnpfn~ xrror Dl~,,@ - 1-,,a H.
wagon when a policeman came walking
slowly by and noticed him standing there.
The policeman also heard the snoring of
the sleepers within.
Without Il word he wound the string OF
his night club around his wrist, jumped
nimbly on the hub of the wheel and then
into the truck. With three sharp and well
directed blows he caught the sleepers 0n
the soles of their shoes, and put them on
their feet in an instant.
"What do you think this is, a lodging
house?" he asked.
There was no reply, but each man made
a lively scramble for the pavement.
just above Chatham square stood two
butcher wagons, partially hidden by the
shadows of the elevated road.
The reporter jumped Oh the seat of the
AAoo oAO, 0uu UACtC, Slccl5luS SOuuUly, Ill
most under him, were two little fellows,
neither of whom could have been more
than IL years old. They were dressed in
knickerbockers and one of them was bare
footed. Their faces were stained with
dirt, and one rested his head on a bundle
of evening newspapers. Their arms were
ing more peacefully had they been reclin-
inn m oo,,ohae of o;Sor down TL,,-uo~o
newsboys.
Homes?
Mol
They had simply ended the day with too
little money to buy their nights lodging
in the Newsboys' home, and so had done
the next best thing.
liceman who would disturb them, for at 5
o'clock, long before the trucks are wanted,
they will be down in Newspaper row.
HE HAD A HOME ONCE.
Along the side of the wagon, almost
touching the boys, the reporter saw a
young man trying hard to sleep. The
night was chilly, and as his clothes were
threadbare he snivered violently every few
moments, and shen after each convulsion
thrust his hands further into his pockets.
His face had TRACES of refinement, and it
could easily be sen that he had not been
adrift in the streets long.
AS the reporter stood looking at him he
opened his eyes.
what is it?" he asked with a shudder,
as he tried to pull himself together.
Nothing at ALL" replied the reporter.
"Why don't you go homer"
A wheezy laugh came from the young
mans lips.
For "a moment he surveyed the reporter
critically, and evidently coming to the
conclusion that he meant no harm said:
"My boy, | did have a home with a good
mother at the head of it. But 1 used to
60 u with the gang and go home when 1
couldn't 20 anywhere else. If I had q
home now there wouldn't be any other
place you could drag me too, see?"
The tears gathered in his eyes, and his
husky voice broke into q sob.
But, young fellow" he continued, II
wouldn't "a spoke of that only you asked
me why I didn't go home. l don't want to
impose on you, but if you've got a spare
dime can I have it?
'Thanlis, pardner. hope you'll never
come to this"
The reporter continued his walk up the
EjOWcrS, anu was HDOuC TO cllmD lnCO Il dig
furniture truck near Canal street, when an
officer came walking slowly along and got
ahead of him. Two other policemen in
citizens clothes accompanied him. Q
SOME ARE ARRESTED.
The officer jumped on a wheel and
rammed hisrlong club around in the truck
IS if be were hunting rats. In an instant
the heads of two men appeared above the
edge, and in response to the
jumped out and were at once taken charge
of by the officers. Not one of them uttered
a word, but accepted the arrest as a mat.
ter of course. But there was a third man
in the truck, and he was dragged out like
a log. The policemen shook him and
slapped his face until he was able to stand
on his feet.
When he realized that he had been ar
rested he asked leave to get something he
had left in the truck. His request was
granted, and he brought out a shining e.
mato can, which he placed in his coat tail
pocket. Then he drew himself together
with mock dignity and said:
I'm readyl lead me to me dungeon cell!"
The policemen then went to the next
truck and succeeded in capturing one moro
prisoner. It was a woman, and when she
was placed on her feet she began to dance
an Irish jig, at the same time singing,
"sWait Till The Clouds Roll Rv. ,JenniaN