St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-08-04

and I, down the Bowery toward the
Chinese quarters first.
1 walked down the thoroughfare in
the midst of the greatest of electric
lights 1 have ever been in, for from
twilight to break of day the Bowery
is aglow, and some one has justly
called it the brightest street i'm the
world" Across the street l saw a
sign: Observation-Disclosures Free-All
Ye Who Are Heavy Laden, Come IN
1t was a mission. An ordinary store
had been rented, a dais placed at the
furthest end and the place filed with
chairs and benches. 1t was II o'clock
and the hall was filed with men, not
one woman being present. On the dais
stood an intelligent looking man, adj
dressing an audience of perhaps 100.
Most of them were asleep, some of
them were sitting bolt upright, others
half sitting, half reclining, others with
heads sunk on their breasts. Some
were Enthusiastically drunk, while a saw
Ing remnant seemed to be paying some
attention to the speaker. [ had ar
rived just before the final call for those
who wished to have Jesus" to put
up their right hands. Soon the call
came, Now, my brothers, be brave.
Remember your sufferings. Remember
IN the Savior is rest and you all want
rest, rest from trouble, rest from mis-
cry. Who will be the first to put
up his right hand and say want
rest Not hand was raised and a
thrill of sympathy for the earnest, if
unpublished speaker went through me-
Another eXhortation, and one right
hand went up, then another and then
another, until perhaps ten men had
yielded to the appeal. AT the raising
OF the right hand, the speaker would
say, GLORY be to Cod Then they
were asked to walk forward for short
private talk, and they all went. They
looked the pictures of happiness and
nopelessness; and in the meantime the
tramps who had crept into the place
to sleep, slept on. Here was one of the
fellow workers in the desert with the
bishop, and his work lay among the
homeless and the floating population
OF the Rowery.
Then I went further down the
Bowery till 1 came to Chatham Square.
where [ turned off to the west into the
Chinese quarter. Surely L said to
myself, 1.-The bishop has not come to
the East side to do missionary work
here" But who knows? The streets
were sinuous and narrow and crowded
with Chinese chattering like parrots
who had had a disagreeable interview
with a cat. The sidewalks were
crowded and we walked in the street.
On each side were Chinese grocery
shops and restaurants and laundries.
while in the narrow doorways sat
white women of the lowest order of
humanity, not the paramours of the
Oriental, but dodgers or patrons of the
opium joints, or the degraded hand
maidenS of the Chinese household.
Come up wild me, and I'll show you
the prettiest girl in Chinatown" my
guide said. She's married to Yung
Kho, she says, but I'm onto her. She's
Maggie McWhinnery, and I knowed
her since L used ter black shoes round.
Her folks is all dead now, and she trun
down Tim O'Neil last year, for old
Yung. Come on up" L followed him
through a hall dimly lighted by a
smoking kerosene lamp, up two flights
of circular stairs, to a door, at which
he knocked. The door half opened and
there stood comely faced Irish girl,
neatly, though scantily dressed. The
room was furnished with some COM
fort and taste. When she recognized
my guide, she let US in, and he told
her the object OF my visit.
dis party wants ter see de bes and
de worst of everything in the district,
Mag, and | fought yer was the best,
SO | brought him up After a little
urging she told me something about
given good clothes, and plenty to eat
and had all the dope (opium) she
wanted to smoke. She didn't believe
in anything whatsoever, and said she
was going to bring her little sister
down in day or two. I asked her if
she went to the mission, which 1 no
ticed across Pell street. She said she
didn't, but its people came to her
room two or three times a week; she
didn't mind, because they sang pretty
we'll and she liked the accordion, be-
cause she used to play one like It her
self. Her face was hard and cold. and
she had the heavy eyes and Indifferent
manner of the opium fiend. I had
heard enough. After getting into the
open air l went across the street to a
mission organized by laboring men and
women, called the RESCUE Mission
A man who drives trucks in the day
time was in charge of the mission, and
told me they all felt very much en-
couraged in their work. A melodeon
desk and chairs were the only furni-
sion. On the walls were various COM
monplace quotations from the Bible
Every night l am down here since [
was converted two years ago. he said,
land three nights in the week we have
service. Then the hall is packed and
you can't keep them out. We are doing
better rescue business now than
ever" He finished with a bright look
on his face. 1.-The women are harder
to get the faith fixed in them to stay
than the men. They get little ahead
you see everybody is pointing the
finger OF sccrn at them, and they drift
back. But we are going to have
nome for them, and then things will
be different. We're not discouraged"
say said my guide, 81 amt no
good in these mission alleys; 1 don't
wish EN- any harm, but what's the
USE | promised I'd not go into any
more for while, and we went into
the Bowery again, past the Chinese
theaters which is simply a barn of
Pl4fe, niied with Chinese and smoke,
with dramatic hullabaloo on a stage
opposite the entrance, and past the
shops and all. The only missionary
work to be done in this town" is
among the white girls, and that seems
TO be well taken care of, though in the
all redemption. They 90 not argue
they do not contradict, they listen to
you with an expression and manner
W ! says as plainly as if they spoke,
we nave given up caring long ago.
We arol going on this way until we die.
WHAT'S the use of it all, for there amt
no Ten Commandments, and the best
is like the worst" AS for the China
men themselves (about $1,000 you might
as wei talk religious matters to a
hole in the wall, though the founders
OF small church in Mott street think
otherwise.
From Chinatown let US go to the Jew
quarter right over the Bowery. We are
now in the Tenth ward which is tyni-
cal OF the others. 1t IS called the siTv-
phus" ward by the health department
and Suicide ward by the police. #
the the. ward vent one block further to the
n nh IL would take in Stanton street,
Where the Cathedral mission is. The
ward We have just left to the west of of
the boWery is the old Bloody Sixth y
and includes the infamous Mulberry
Bend, the last house in which has iust
pee been ;; torn tor down to make way for
oeautiIui pIbllc park; to no ones regret,
eXcept the Italians, who 1uiIl roni.ss -