The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-12-02

! sunday Before at the little white frame
| church at Muddy Creek The text was:
| ''The foxes Of the earth have holes, and
| the birds of the air have ness, but the
Son of Man hath not where TO lay his
head" And then I thought Of al the
other homeless and houseless people in
the world that night, and I wondered
that other girls did when they landed
in New York at midnight, because surely
I was not the first friendless and lonely
girl to warder up and down the streets
OF this great city seeking shelter, and
I would not be the last.
From the Marlborough I walked to the
Rossmere. Again the same question,
was I alone? And when they found out
I had 10 escort was informed that
, the plumbing was out of repair and as
a consequence they were hampered for
accommodation. thought to try another
street, and, walking eastward, turned in
to a grand avenue, which at that hour of
the night looked ike a long cathedral
aisle. The street was absolutely de-
serted, and the only thing I saw was
my own long, black shadow striding
over the glstening surface of the
carriage way, and all that I heard
was my own tagging footsteps.
Seeing no prospects of a hotel, turn
ed westward again and was once more
on Broadway. did not nor do not know
yet what street I came out upon, but
anyway it landed me at the Hotel Gren-
oble It was grand place. had
heard about it before, the time when
Mr. Kipling lay sick there for so long.
They pushed the register toward me
when I went to the desk but as soon
as the clerk inquired and found that
was alone I was informed, as had been
informed everywhere else, that they did
not have a vacant room, no place what
ever where I could lay down my weary
head
When I got out to the street realized
that there would not be much more walk
ing for me that night. should fall on
the pavement if did not soon find some
place, however miserable, where I might
stretch my stiffened limbs. A group Of
trees doomed up in the darkness and
dragged myself up the street to the Park
entrance, at Broadway and Fifty-ninth
street. In the Pickering light I espied an
empty bench just inside the gateway
Everything was as quiet as the tomb
moment, and then heard the clang Of
the cable car that whizzed past, only 10
leave the solitude more solemn.
Whether I slept or not I do not know.
I do know, however, that I opened my
eyes when the morning sun was very
gray; my head was lying, oh! so COM
fortably, on my curled up right arm,
which was benumbed. And then sud
denly I thought not Of the dangers /
I had passed through, not Of the suffering
I had endured and the injustice I had |
borne the night before, but of my sat
chel and the precious hundred dollars |
that had carried to New York to pay |
for a course of hypnotic lessons.
I started UP with an awful terror at !
my heart before discovered that my left |
band was still tightly locked about the /
old leather handle and my hard-earned /
money was still mine. then got up and /
found a dairy lunch, where I ate my
breakfast, but did not discover until /
many days after the true and only rea-
son why I had been compelled to walk
the streets Of New York all that dong, |
long night