Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-07-13

Special Correspondence Gazette and Journal.
New YoRK, July They were two
very well-dressed men. Their evening
clothes bore the English mark; they had
dined well, and were at ease with the
world at large. Just in front of Del
monico's, as one stopped TO light his cigar,
the other said: There's only one place
worth going to this hot weather, and that's
on the roof gardens; they are always COOL"
! Close enough to them to hear this remark
! were woman and small boy on crutches,
/ who was taking her out to the roof gar
dens, the roof gardens Of the other side.
! IL may be doubted if the contents OF the |
basket she carried would have given any |
pleasure to the men beside her, for that |
old-fashioned Quaker basket, with its
covers and its curiously twisted handle,
held bit of ice we'll wrapped up in brown
paper to keep it from melting, bunch OF
mint, bottle of brandy and u bunch OF
fiowers-daisies, sweet Williams, black
eyed Susans, and those other flowers that,
like the love of God, can be got outside OF
the city for the asking, not for the buying.
TENEMENT ROOF LIFE.
Charles leg had been made so much
better that he was no longer confined to
his bed, and so, coming up and having
tea with me, he was going to take me
down TO spend the evening on the ROOT 81
the big tenement where they lived We
Of stairs until, through u big hole in the
roof, could see the stars shining on us
inst as they shine over the world OF happi-
ness, of Joy and sweetness. There are Tour
of these big tenements, and certainly there
are so families in each. one, and at night
the roof becomes the pleasure-ground for
all, because up there fresh air can. be
gotten, and, as one pale-faced girl said to
me: ut seems as if up here we get close
enough to the heavens to believe in q
God" Seventeen years old and so much
unbeliefi What do you put it down TO, my
friend I'll tell you-the greed of man
which, for few cents more, or few dol
lars more forces men, women and iittl
children to live in dark holes, to nearl,
starve, and never to know the delight o
God Almighty's land, the country. sool
found my way to Mrs. Connolly's
Charles mother, and found her as
knew | should, with a sick baby in he
arms; the most miserable, whitest, un
happiest-looking baby you ever saw I
your life. Somebody got glass, and yer
woman always thinks will revive sic
baby, i. e., a mint julep we gave II to til
tiny thing, sip by sip-the little lips too
in the cool liquid, seemed to appreciate Il
aromatic herb, and, after while, Il
whole little body yawned, and then
knew the brandy had had its effect f
the eyes were closed in sleep. Then
looked inquiringly at Mrs. Connolly.
THE rooms MANIFOLD TROUBLES.
In answer to my question, she said, wi
the tears streaming down her face 20
its too awful 1t belongs TO that girl ov
there As we're Twin and a-breathin',
seems as if there amt right in the world
But answered, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Connoll
there is a good bit Of right, and If the
wasn't deal Of kindness you wouldn't
taking care of that baby. But who is t
girl il belongs tor, She looked at me
d minute, and she said wicked as
good many of these. people are, there
nobody here who will touch this baby
Ine. Its mother is Toms Mamie. Mani
own mother died about year ago, a
there were six children beside Mamie to
looked after. Tom, he said, he couldn't
wears old, she ought to look after the cl
dren and take her mothers place; 9
here's this baby Then Mrs. Como
began to cry again. For minute eve
timing swayed around us. / didn't KIN
whether was alive or dead; and seen
10 hear, as if from a roof garden upto'
the strains of the orchestra, as 1t pla
AFTER the Ball." Then looked at Man
Not day older, my friend than
daughter in whom you take $
PRIDE, and utterly unconscious of
horrible crime which had come
her life, for she was laughing and sing
and quite Indifferent as to the wretc
little baby in Mrs. Connolly's arms. Al
looked at the woman, and she 81
''Yes, 1 don't wonder people think u
amt any Cod but since my Charlie
much better, l know there's one,
and Charlie 60 and take walk"
A woMAN's STRANGE, SAD STORY.
Taking the flowers, out we starte
suiting my footsteps to Charities slow g
Close against one of the chimneys t
was woman leaning. | say a wor
and yet, cant tell you why she lo'
like one to me unless, indeed there WI
her that divine spark which never die
matter how low woman may sink.
was a bundle of rags. Counting By
years she looked, she might have bee
by what she was in reality, as discov
she was 40. Said she, as we walked
her. in a husky, coarse voice: '|
Charlie, you're gettin' better-what
You had better died than live in this h
But the answer came cheerfnlly
Charlie: "Oh, don't think so, Celes
Pm goin' to introduce friend of mi
you'll Friends" she said, scorni
'swhat do friends amount to? i one
friends and had lover, and look
now" | pushed Charlie to one sid
went up and said TO her II don't ella
be your friend, but am Charles, a
wants to make us acquaintance 81
we can talk to each other" She lool
me a little dazed, and then laughed
as she saw the flowers, and in
laugh she murmnred: YOU'RE
of the ones who come around gi
bunch of flowers and expect us to live
st tiful lives after that" No" j ans,
N ,'these are Charles flowers but pc
you would like to know where they
from. Way down south on the bal
q river, there IS an old.fashioned
the people who once lived in it can't
to do it now, for they have to be
busy, work-a-day world, trying L
their own living and when the mag
bloom and the daisies are out al
citron aloes is making the air spic.
its perfume, the two old darkies WI
care of the place collect, every day
lunches of the sweets and send IL
their old madam way up north.
give her a fragrant breath from the
land. These are some of the
which brought down to Charlie.
10 please him, won't you take one
looked at me for a long time, al
she reached out and took u magnoli
spray of citron aloes; she crushed t
in her hand, and, inhaling its pc
she said:
IRIS swEETER WHEN ITS BEATE
"Do you think that's what | @
be? How do you know l came fr
south? Let me tell you how ca
what am, and then go away ar
look at me. After the war was {
M money was all gone. was good-l
so they said, and l came on here
q fortune for the family--to 81
world the Juliet Shakespeare knew
as she really was, and the proud anC
ful Lady of Lyons as Claude Melno
self dreamed of her. thought
considered my genius, combined