The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-07-09
ROOF GARDEN SPORT.
Bah ASCendS the City'S Elevated Sum-
mer Resorts.

w ming away Du4l j U1V evenings
What Bah Saw and Heard on the
Roof Gardens of "the Other Side''-
Pleasure Grounds on Top of Big Ten
ements-CIose to Gods Great Heav-
en-Summer Life in Dark City Holes
Flowers Frcm Desolated South
ern Home, and the Tragic Life Story
of Woman From Dixie Land.
New York, July S.-There were two
well-dressed men. Their evening clothes
bore the English mark they had dined
we'll, and were at ease with the world at
large just in front of Delmonico'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 a woman, and a small boy on
crutches who was taking her out to the
roof gardens of the other side. 1t may
be doubted if the contents of the basket
she carried would have given any pleas
TIRE to the men beside her tor that Old
fashioned Quaker basket, with its covers
and its cuIiously shaped handle, held
blL OF ltt wen NIuDItO HD III utVN II pa
per to keep it from melting, a bunch Of
mint, a bottle of brandy and bunch of
t0wers-daises, sweet Williams, black
eyes Susaus, and those other flowers that
like the loyeof God, can be got outside of
| the city for the asking not for the buy
ing.
TENEMENT ROOF LIFE.
Charities leg had been made so much
better that he was no longer confined TO
| hig Ia1 nd ~ cgvls11tr and bny-l1gr
| tea with me, he was going 10 take me
| down to spend the evening on the roof
| Of the big tenement where they lived.
| we got there, and climbed up fight after
! fight of stairs, until, through big hole
| in the roof, ] could see the stars shining
on us just as they shine over the world of
| happiness, of Joy and sweetness. There
| are four of these big teuemeuts, and GER
| tainly there are fifty families in each one,
! and at night the roof becomes the pleas
| foreground for all, because, up there,
| fresh air can be gotten, and, as one pale
| faced girl said to me: 1T seems as if up
| here we get close enough to the heavens
| to believe in a God. seventeen
| years old and so much unbelief!
| What do You put it down TO. my
| friend2 I'll tell yOu-the greed Of man,
| which, for few cents more, or few dol
| lars more forces men, women and little
| children to live in the dark holes, to
| nearly starve, and never to know the dc
| light of Cod Almighty's land, tine Coun-
| try. / soon found my way to Mrs. Con
| nollys Charles mother and / found her
| as l knew l should, with q sick babe IN
| her arms; the most miserable, whitest,
| MISUNDERSTANDING baby you ever saw in
| your life. Somebody got glass, and very
soon | was busy making what southern
woman always thinks will revive sick
! baby. i. G., a Mat iulep. We gave it it 10
| 4f,,- -sv, Gin Ha inc
| took in the cool liquid, seemed to appre-
ciate the aromatic herb, and, after
| while the whole little body yawned, and
| then knew the brandy had had its effect,
| for the eyes were closed in sleep. Then l
| looked inquiringly at Mrs Connolly.
THE PooR's MANIFOLD TROUBLES.
In answer to my question, she said,
with the tears streaming down her face,
| "Oh, it's too awful 1t belongs to that
| girl over there! As were Twin and a
| breathin', it seems as If there amt right
| in the world" But ] answered, oh,
| yes, Mrs. Connolly, there is a good bit of
| right and if there wasn't e deal of kind
ness you wouldn't be taking care of that
| baby. But who is the girl it belongs to-"
! She looked at me for a minute, and she
| said: wicked as a good many of these
| people are, there is nobody here who will
| touch this baby but ne Its mother is
| TOMS Mamie. Mamie's own mother died
| about year ago, ana there We're six
| children beside Mamie to be looked after.
| Tom, he said he couldn't afford to get q
| wife; and Mamie bein 10 years old, she
! ought to look after the children and
| take her mothers place; and here's this
| baby" Then Mrs Connolly began to
cry again. For a minute, everything
| swaycd around us | didn't know wheth-
err / was alive or dead; and ] seemed to
! hear, as if from roof garden uptown,
! the strains of the orchestra, as it played,
"After the Ball. Then / locked at
! Mamie Not day older. my friend than
| the daughter in whom you take such
| pride, and utterly unconscious of the
! horrible crime which had come into her
| life, for she was laughing and singing,
| and quite indifferent as to the WretChed
! little baby in Mrs Connollys arms.
| Again | looked at the woman, and she
said: yes, don't wonder people think
| there amt any God but since my Charlie
| is so much better, / know there's one.
You and Charlie go and take walk"
A woMAN's STRANGE, SAD STORY.
Taking the flowers, out we started, /
| suiting my footsteps 10 Charles slow
| ones. Close against one of the chimneys
| there was woman leaning. | say wo-
| man, and vet, | can't tell you why she
| looked like one to me unless, indeed,
| there was in her that divine spark which
| never dies, no matter now low u woman
may sink. She was a bundle Of rags.
! Counting by the years she looked, She
might have been GO; by what she was in
/ reality. as l discovered, she was 45. Said
! she, as we walked near, in a
husky, coarse voice: We'll, Charlie,
you're gettin' better-what for! You
| had better died than live in this hole"
| But the answer came cheerfully from
! Charlie: "Oh, I don't think SO, Celes-
! tine; I'm goin' to introduce a friend of
| mine to yOu!" Friends" she said,
scornfully, what do friends amount to
! | once had friends and l had loYer, and
! look mt me now" / pushed Charlie to
! one side and went up and said to her: Il
/ don't claim to be your friend, but am
/ Charles, and he wants TO make us &C
/ uuaintances so that we can talk to each
! other" She looked at me a little
/ dazed, and then laughed again as she
/ saw the flowers, and IN that
! laugh she murmured You're one
/ of the ones who come around givin'
/ bunch of flowers, and expect US to live
| beautiful lives after that" mo" I
4 answered, these are Charles flowers,
/ but perhaps you would like to know
| where they came from. Way down south
( on the banks Of river, there is an old
| fashioned home; the people who once
! lived in it can't afford to do it now. for
! they have to be in this busy work a-day
world, trying to earn their own living,
4T,r vv7uryralIfaa b1aorr and fIo