The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-05-18
WORKS FIFTEEN MINUTES DAILY
A Curious Industry Pursued in e.
Sixth Avenue Night Restaurant.
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A short young man with small twink
ling eyes and a generally restless manner,
walked into a well-known Sixth avenue
restaurant at about 2o'clock the other
morning, and approaching a table at
which two pale-faced young women sat,
sank down into a chair beside them and
started into conversation. The young
women evidently knew him, as did almost
everyone else in the restaurant, for he was
saluted from all sides as "Mockey."
Just watch that young man" said the
cashier TO a Sun reporter. Hes the
brother of police captain of this city
He never works save for about fifteen
minutes each night, and in that short
space OF time he makes enough to last
him for the next day"
But how does he do it?' inquired the
reporter.
"Oh, you just watch him" returned
the cashier, land you'll see something
you probably never saw before.n
The reporter watched, and presently
saw the young man take Of his hat, re-
move the lining, which was of stiff card
board, and take two small packages
wrapped in tinfoil underneath. These he
handed TO the two girls with whom he
had been talking and one of them handed
him back bill and some silver. Pocket
ing the money and placing the lining
back in his hat, he made a few Jolly re-
marks to the girls, then got up and walked
away
From table to table he went and at
each one he sat down and went through
the same performance. The little tinfoil
packages were evidently in great demand.
Most Of them were about cubic inch in
size, although some were larger These
latter were evidently special orders, for
the young man got rid of them all in
about five minutes. After making tour
of the room, he walkedup to the cashiers
desk, purchased q box of cigarettes lit
one, giving a sigh of relief as he inhaled
the smoke and then walked out.
NOW, said the cashier, as the young
man disappeared, I'M bet a thousand TO
one that you cannot guess what was in
those packages"
The reporter allowed that il was too
much for him, and the cashier continued:
why, it was opium. That man is
making handsome living selling dope
10 the unfortunate women who are so
numerous around this precinct. He
doesn't dare accost them on the street,
as almost every policemen knows him and
his business. He is an opium fiend him
self, and has a regular trade. | don't
know where he gets the dope but he
gets it somehow and sells it TO the girls
VINO come IN mere 10 get bite before go
ing home. He carries il in the lining of
his hat, as you probably noticed,
and sells twenty or thirty boxes a night.
1t comes high, but these uufortunates
would die without it, aud, as il is not
easy to procure nowadays, since all Of the
joints have been closed, they have 10 get
it from him. They don't all smoke BY any
means. Some of them eat it in the shape
OF pills, but most OF them have their
private layouts in their homes. and ENJOY
IL the same way laboring man enjoys bis
pipe. . his man 'Mockey' will got caught
selling the stuff some day and that'll finish
him. It's a new industry, and so far as |
know Mockey' has all Of the trade at
present. The girls wait for him here
every night ard replenish their stock Of
dope He's great card, that fellow,
and it's wonder 10 me that some fly de-
tectlve has not collared him before this"
Your neighbor appears TO have failed
tWentyfOur times ~
Just twenty four times. The next win be
his silver bankruptcy. New York Tribune.