The Globe-republican., 1901-10-17

On, the third watch OF the night
What stupsndous thought whole
city at rest, Weary arm preparing for
tomorrow's tell Hot brain being cool
ed Off Rigid muscles relaxed Excit-
ed nerves soothed- The white hair of
the octogenarian in thin drifts across
the pillow. fresh fall of fakes on snow
already fallen Childhood, with its
dimpled hands thrown out on the pill
low, and with every breath taking in a
new store of fun and frolic- Third
watch of the night, Gods slumberless
eye will look. Let one great wave of
refreshing siumber roll over the heart
of the great town, submerging care and
anxiety and worriment and pain Let
the city sleep
Those Who Sleep Not
But. my friends. be not deceived
There will be tonight thousands who
will not sleep at all Go up that dark
alley, and be cautious where you tread
lest you fail over the PROSTATE form
of drunkard lying his own door
step Look about you, lest you feel the
garToter's hug Look through the bro
ken window pane and see what you can
see. You say, Nothing Then lis
ten. What is it? God help us.' No
footlights, but tragedy ghastlier and
mightier than Ristori or Edwin Booth
ever enacted. No light, no fire, no
bread, no hope Shivering in the cold,
they have had no food for twenty-four
hours. You say why don't they
beg?" They do but they get nothing
You say, why don't they deliver
themselves over to the almshouse?
All, you would not ask that if you ever
heard the bitter cry of man or child
when told he must go to the aims
house, Oh you say, they are vici-
Gus poor, and therefore, they do not
deserve our sympathy Are they vici-
OuS2 So much need thew
pity The Christian poor, God helps
them Through their night there
twinkles the round, merry star OF
hope and through the broken window
they see the crystals of heaven, but
the vicious poor, they are more to be
pitied. Their last light has gone out
You excuse yourself from helping them
by saying that they are SO bad they
brought this trouble themselves I
reply, Where 1 give ten prayers for
the innocent who are suffering I will
give twenty for the guilty who suf-
fering.
Open Door.
Pass on through the alley. Open the
DOOR oh you say, lit is locked
No, it is not locked 1t has never been
locked. No burglar would be tempted
to go in there to steal anything The
door is never locked. Only a broken
chair stands against the door. Shove
it back Go in. Strike match. Now,
look. Beastliness and rags See those
glazing eyeballs- Be careful now what
you say. Do not utter any insult, do
not utter any suspicion, if you value
your life. What is that red mark on
the wall? 1t is the mark of a murder
er,s hand, Look at those two eyes
rising up out of the darkness and out
from the straw in the corner, coming
toward you, and as they come near you
7icrIt ont fri1 or
match All, this is a babe, not like
those beautiful children presented in
baptism. This little one never smiled;
it never will smile. A flower flung on
an awfully barren beach. o Heavenly
fold that little one in thy
Wrap around you your shawl
or your coat tighter, for the cold wind
sweeps through.
Strike another match All is it pos
sible that the SCARED and bruised face
of that young woman was ever looked
into by maternal tenderness? Utter
no scorn. Utter no harsh word. No
ray of hope has dawned on that brow
for many a year No ray of hope ever
will dawn on that brow. But the
light has gone out Do not strike an
other light. 1t would be a mockery
to kindle another light in such a place
as that Pass out and pass down the
street. Our cities are full Of such
and the worst time the third
watch of the night
Criminals Hour.
Do you know that it is in this third
watch of the night that criminals do
their worst work? 1t is the criminals
watch At half past 8 o'clock you
will find them in the linking saloon
but toward IL O'Clock they go to their
garrets, they get out their tools, then
they start on the street Watching on
either side for the police, they go to
their work of darkness. This is a
burglar. and the false key will soon
touch the store lock- This is an incen-
diary, and before morning there will
be a light in the sky and cry of
Fire, fret" This is assassin, and
tomo row morning there will be a dead
body in one Of the vacant lots. During
the daytime these villains in our cities
lounge about. some asleep and some
awake, but when the third watch OF
the night arrives their eye is keen,
their brain cool, their arm strong,
their foot fleet to fly or pursue, they
are ready Many of these poor crea-
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