The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-01-12

4 the saying has 1t, she works from night
TIL morning, going to her home at 2:30
a. m. She Is a young woman, plump,
| round-faced and contented looking, and
| is regarded as the star street seller of
all that part of Bowerydom. She is
4 enVled by her contemporaries also as
We'll, for her stall is given to her rent
| Tree, and she has generous patrons.
| Been here 10 years and never been
| asked for any rent" she says, as she
pulls fresh relay of oranges out of a
barrel and proceeds to pile them sys-
tematically on the little shelf. There
| amt another stand on the street can
| say it; IS and So a month the others
| nave to pay, and on fine corner like
| this it might be $40. But my father
had the good will of the gentlemen here
| from the start. and since he's laid up
look after things. There amt been
anything said. They get fruit from me,
| too-apples, oranges, sometimes bag
! full--to take home with them two or
three times a week. but always l get
my money-sometimes a better price
than | ashland never mind how many
times the people who own the place
might go by on their way in and out
they'd never take so much as a grape
off the stand"
The little fruit stand, with it's slant
is set up on stout supports just within
the iron rail that defines the street line
The barrels in which the vendors sup
ply of fruit is brought have to be kept
across the sidewalk, on the edge of
the curb, and the proprietor takes
| many steps back and forth while dress
ing her stand. The corner is popular
In the little niche formed by the steps
to the elevated station, and protect
ed from the draught, a chestnut roast
err and a peddler of shoestrings and
small wares makes habtual headquar-
tiers, and further on is newspaper
stand; just next to where the car sig
nal man keeps his various colored Ian
terms. Each evening when the woman
begins to unpack the fruit, the car en-
ploye lights his red and yellow lights,
the chestnut rooster and the peanut
peddler set their little torches to far
ing, and the newspaper seller illumin-
ates the little tin candle holders that
hang at the side of his stand.
There amt any time to get lone
some on this corner" says the fruit
seller cheerfully. My aunt has a
fruit stand down by the Fulton market,
and gets her stock from the same man
/ get mine from. I couldn't stand that
quiet place where she is. The street
there looks bare and open compared
to this; something like the country.
I'm used to the noise here and the con-
fusion, and I couldn't go to sleep the
first part of the night now if I want
ed to. If l had money I'd like to
travel, but always to be going: never
dead quiet and standstill like the back
streets here in New York. Now, after
a while, about O'clock or so, most
of the trucks will get off the street."
she went on, as she piled green and
purple grapes together and stood up
the little price label in the middle of
the mound. That makes some let-up
in the noise, but more people come out
then, and the cars keep on just the
same all night The carman has to
stay all night and the newsdealer stays
till about u o'clock so / have plenty
Of company The peanut stand is
mine; | get a man to run it for me at
busy times. and have boy come and
help me look out for things. l like
this kind of outdoor work much better
than sewing. and by wearing wooden
stockings and heavy clothes I keep
warm Only when it SHOWS or storms
very hard | go in. You notice those
sewing women carrying the coats and
cloaks home this time in the evening
here ON the Bowery, how pale they
look and tired? My work is much more
healthful and I'm not afraid of The
toughs and drunken men. There's
policeman keeps an eye out for me, and
then these other folks having to be
around makes it pleasant"
The woman is of Italian parentage,
though she speaks English Chat is
the English of Bowerydom) fuently
With the great unlit building for a
background, she makes an agreeable
picture working there among the
bright colored fruits, red shawl
wound about her head and a string of
amber beads livening the bodice of
her coarse gown. To a person of tran
quill predictions, the merest fraction
of a day spent in the uproar of that
particular BoWery corner would be up
setting. Whenever the car signal man
seizes another lantern and darts out
to the middle of the street it looks as
though he and his warning signal
might never come back to the curb
alive. Two diverging lines of cars en-
counter there and wait for the right
of way with the crosstoWn horse cars
and trucks and cabs to add to the din
and tangle. Pedestrians pause timidly
on the brink of crossing or else flee
preciptately, and the elevated road
thunders overhead with a perpetual
succession of irritating sounds. Among
New York's most busting corners this
must be reckoned prominent yet the
CHEEKY little steamers and their ten
ders and the fruit stand woman going
about her work pre-
serve a little bit of domestcity amid
the clash and clatter. Later in rhe
night when the worst is over and the
cars do not run so busiy, the signal
man will have time to chat a little
with his night time companions in the
colony the fruit seller, the chestnut
cooker and the news dealer.-New York
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