Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-02-25

the young men who had, I noticed, a
fresh look as if Tenderloin nights had
not been too numerous with him as yet.
YES a song, Juliet" said the other
who had very dark rims under his eyes
and whose checks were red on the
cheek-bone-the danger spots for d~issipa-
ton.
"Give us the first two verses of the song
you sans tonight. "The Slumber Song"
urged the other girl, whom the fellows
called Marie.
But that's a cradle song" objected
Juliet. "Who would sing a cradle song,
here?"
Never mind, cradle or no cradle! Go
ahead!' said the dissipated one of the
w men. Give us the toast in a song
and quick! I'm getting deuced thirsty
In a very low voice, but SO sweet that
teals would have come to your eyes, Juliet,
with the champagne glass poised high in
her delicate rouged fingers sang:
"Wlien the hadow of twilight
Sink into the shades of night,
Seek thy couch without a fear
Love, The slumber God is near"
"The next verse, Juliet. That isn't a
toast objected Marie.
"Soft may be thy downy bed,
Sweetest dreams float overhead,
Purest love thy pillow makes,
iAONS ItL SlNtH 'iiu ItNt tnaC ldhto.
"Thatu have to do said Marie break
ing off suddenly. IT'S only a silly lit
tie encore sOng-not fit for a toast. Here!
Jack, drink your wine! Harry, here's to
your first night in the Tenderloin. May
.you have another! We've ushered many
a one in, Marie and I. And now they are
as full-iledgcd as the Oldest Tenderloiner
in the room. It's q fine place to forget
your troubles,' said Juliet with the effects
of the wine showing itself a little in the
tones of the voice which could be SO Won
derfully sweet.
IF you see a tall fellow looking around
at the tables, tell me-" said Marie who
had been very quiet and who had occa-
s~ionally glanced over her shoulder. IT'S
Mr.. Tom c., and he's looking for me-"
"Who's Tom G.?' queried all the gay
voices at once. ooh! Marie! Marie, An
other one on your string. What a sad
fiirt you are!'
1T isn't another one on my string this
time said Marie with a guilty, though
laughing look in her eyes. IT'S Tom G.
- mentioning the son and heir of a
~well-krown family of the city-"and he
actually loves me, believes in me, wants
to marry me-and all that. What do you
think of that?'
well, well, Marie, That's a good
joke said the dark fellow with a rude
~ 800 - -''' S'iiS ~ u "a
Fancy me riding up the avenue in my
~brougham," said Marie slipping cham
payne and laughing until She chOked.
Fancy me bowling to all the sWells and
their debutante daughters,"
But how about the Tenderloin, Ma
rie?"
That's just it." said Marie with a
sigh, I'll have to refuse Tom and his be-
lief in me and his millions. I'd want to
come back here some day; and if any
body snubbed me, or was unkind to me,
back II come, like the criminals that
visit every year their Old hauntS."
"Oh, you couldn't stay away from the
Tenderloin long, Marie. You're its en-
press, sure. But come let's go! The gov
ernor gets up early and sometimes slips
over to my room to see if I'm all safe and
sound. And I've got to get there before
a he does. He nearly caught me yesterday
morning"
With a gathering of wraps, a rustic of
skirts and much laughing the merry party
passed out.
Pm going home, too I said 10 the
Rake. But thank you Mr.. Rake for a
glimpse Of the Tenderloin by gas-liGht.'
You have seen the pretty parts of IT,
said the Rake. Blu there are other cor
ners of the Tenderloin that are not so
gay; other parts of it that are truly low;
and other parts of it hat are sad even
for me. But for a typical TenderlOin
I night. We've had one. You've seen the
merry side of which Wall street men
dream, when tired to death of bulls and
bears; the side over wlrRch club-men
grow homesick, even in gay Paris; the
side that's attractive, even though you
know it's naughty"
CHURCH PILLAR HIS TOMB.