The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-08-15
HORRORS OF HOT WEATHER

the moonlight is cut by the roof line.
there stands rickety fish cart Even
amid the prevailing reek its presence can
be recognized unseen. Even a fiSh-lOVinS
cat woodland does-flnd the cart a lit
tie too strong, for one turns away from
it as the photographer approaches There
is something alive in the cart, though.
What is 1t? The policeman who has
followed shows you. He pushes the evil
smelling cart a foot or so farther and
the clean white light floods the face of
a little child asleep. There are two CT
them there, and some kindly hand has
mitigated the fish carts reek with a great
armful of sweet hay in which the little
Cnes are nestled.
fish cart for tired little limbs Here is a
row of little ones asleep under the for
bidding iron ratings of one of the city's
parks. There is cool, green turf inside,
but the iron gates are locked at dusk
for it is not permitted that the children
of the city shall sleep upon the turf of
the city. Its stones must suffice. See
how their feet are drawn up That
trait is universal here 1t is not wise
to stretch tired bare legs across the side
walk to be trampled upon by lurchilg
drunkardS.
Even the sidewalk is preferable, it
would seem, to the places in and upon
which Others try to find rest. In the
little back yard of this saloon is the bed
room of workman. His bedstead is the
half of the broken door of a shed. One
end of 1t rests upon garbage barrel so
full that an old sack has been tied over
the top to enable it to be removed The
other end is supported by a packing case
half full of ashes and refuse. His bed
clothing consists of the clothes he wears
at his work. His pillow is his shoes. 1t
is not wise to place ones shoes by the
side of tenement bed If one wishes to
wear them again.
Here is a more Dretentious bed cham
Der. for, though its front wall is, the
public sidewalk, it has almost an air of
privacy. On each side of the front Of
little saloon there extends an iron rail
ing. This makes a sort of miniature front
yard. 1t is true that one-half of the
space is occupied by the dilapidated doors
of the cellar and that the other half con-
sists of the broken tagging before the
doorstep, but in this little Enclosure a
family sleeps as securely as though lock-
ed in a house.
On one side, upon the broken tagging
with only a quilt between them and the
stones, lie the father and mother Close
by, bedded upon the splintered cellar
door rests the son and his young wife.
All are sleeping in their clothes. The
women wear wrappers as a slight cOnces-
sion toward night clothing, but the men
are dressed as they would be in day
light. The son has kicked off his shoes,
but he keeps on his socks.
The palm for a cOmfortless COUGHS Is
taken by that which two well grown men
have selected. It is a garbage box in
front of a saloon. The box is little more
than yard long and the head Of the
younger man hangs over the edge in a
way that would cause nightmare and a
weeks stiff neck to anyone but a plac-
ticed tenement man Both sleepers have
their feet tucked up in the fashion they
probably learned in early youth and are
deep in that unconsciOusness which
passes for restful sleep on the East side
The box upon which the two have made
their couch is so narrow that the inside
man would be pushed off il he were not
supported by the window of the sSjoon
Both are sleeping in all their clothes