The Butte inter mountain., 1903-07-08
AROUND THE TOWN
WITH THE "OWLS"
MANY INTERESTING SIGHTS TO BE
SEEN IN BUTTE DURING The
TIME THE SUN IS GONE.
"WEsNEVER SLEEP" IS MOTTO
Men Going and Comm, From Dusk
Until the First Rays .!
Dawn Appear.

As the big clock in the city hall tower
boonis out the hour of ! a. III. the twinkling
ligms along Broadway seem to plead like
Juliet "Stayl II is not yet near dawn |"
In the long line of hacks cast of Main
tire drivers nod drowsly on their boxes.
The horses are sleeping Oh their feet, ini-
movable, unsceing.
ThisAonc nearest the second telegraph
pole Is dreaming he is Pegasus. lie scars
among the clouds guided by a golden
bride. his rider drives him upward up
ward IN vain endclvor to reach the SUM-
Suddenly he feels the sting OF the myth
illogical gadily and out OF the distance he
hears familiar voice.
"G'wan Northern Pssiie Alright"
Swish
Disturbing the Quiet.
The long thong of the drivers whip
cracks over the horses heads and they clat-
ter Oh toward Wyoming street with a
pounding of hoofs disturbing the quiet of
the night air.
From the concert hall across the way a
medley of strange sound floats through the
half open doorway.
The shrill voice Of the soprano "artistc,"
who is doing her turn on the stage, a crash
of brass from the bass drum and the maud
lin singing of a hciuddlcd auditor who is
being elected because of his evident desire
to assist the performance with his own
musical accomplishment. are heard
Now and then the Loarsc VOICE of a
waiter can be heard announcing the tastes
of those whom he serves in stcntorian
tones which rise above the general chorus.
Strikes Flinty Fire.
a horse awakened by the racket stamps
iinpaticntly, striking a ilinty fire on the
colh'lctiones IN his impatiencc.
Passing on east the night prowlcr comes
to the swinging baiZc doors of lacks
Joint The glitter of electri. lights is
tempting TO the man who stands alone on
TIE walk.
Alone, Not exactly
There are others passing To and fro.
some hurrying along as il anxious to reach
the beds where they intended being long
ago, others staggering under a weight OF
accumulated 10y"
a policeman sauntcrs by swinging his
club and hummng popular AR. he man
on the walk pauscs, opens the swinging
door, and enters Jacks"
Passing around the screen lac finds he is
not tae only one who has been wandering
about long after the hour when the grave.
yards have ceased to yawn.
At the Bar.
Hall dozen men are standino NJ the
bar with their feet on the polished brass
rail. \ heavy eyed bartender is dealing
out the goods across the bar. lie is clad
III white and looks remarkably fresh and
clean until his face is seem Here are cvi-
denccs OF slcepless nights and htiul maps
by daylight.
, / he wear and tear OF 20 years al nipht
work can be seen in the lines across his
forehead. Quietly he serves his custom
ers and wipes off the mahogany with his
napkin.
An old gray bearded man is playing
nickc's IN the slot machine at the end of
the bar,
1.-TWO kings -
The booze clerk" rings the bell on the
cash register as he hands out the change
III response 10 the old mans demand for
"'nothcr half in chicken feed"
Out in the back room there is a rattle
of poker chips and the voices Of players
who sat down TO quiet little game" at
Q O'Clock the night before.
Goes to Concert Hail.
Having finished his drink the night
prowler passes, out and crosses over to
the concert hall,
Inside the noise is undated. The doors
are s'ill unlocked as they have been for
the past IS years.
Al no time in the past quarter Of a
century has "A sober man been denied ad.
mit'ancc. In through the side hall COW
cred with sawdust, where the swamper is
cleaning up for the morning. into the big
concert hall, where the performers have
finished their program, but the audience
still fingers.
Come, now, you can't snooze here. This
ain't no lodging house"
The walters pass among the crowd tax
ing orders and shaking the sleepy ones into
wakclulness. Over in the shadow Of the
corner man is resting his head ON his
arms. lie has not changed his position
for two hours. So far he has escaped de
tnction and is making the most OF his OPP
porauNity to sleep, for the table is all the
bed he will know tonight.
Fly in the Beer.
A half-cmptied beer glass sits at his
right hand. On the rim a fly buzzes about
gazing down into the amber depths, where
a companion has met death by drowning
over in front Of the stage the swamp
ers are placing the chairs bottom up on
the tables, preparing to sweep out before
the hall is turned into restaurant for
the morning meal.
The same scene is being enacted in a
dozen other places about town, a scene
similar 20 this that only the location could
Identity them for stranger.
In the saloons the night bartendcrs are
yawning and looking at the clock in the
hope il is time for the day shift to come
to their relief.
C,,JdenIy tho cilenco o,,,e;J. ;e IroLon