Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1903-08-20
Many Orchins in Butte who Sleep
in Barrels, Under Sidewalks and
in Open Railways.
NIGHT PROWLER STARTLED BY
SMALL BOY.

noFcIlnS over tnc IHOOn is ulSSlpdteO
and dissolves into the blue of the sum.
heT sky. Here and there particular.
)y big star blazes out against the azure
background like signal light.
Falling IN a silver stream across the
barrels and ash heaps. of the narrow
alley, it brings into relief the walls OF
abe passage way.
AS the cloud drifts lazily away from
the face of the pale disk a tiny pair OF
shoes is disclosed protrudlng from the
open end of the hogshead.
They are very old and have appar-
entity seen service. There is worn
Psuteh Through either sole and the toe
Nf one is gone, heaven knows where.
The night prowler approaches, polk
5ng his nose here and there among the
refuse, looking. for that. which may be
of value. 70 him.
StaaPing from time to time he selects
some cast off article from the general
confusion and places it carefully in the
bag which he carries slung across his
shoulder.
As he passes in front of the hogs
bead the shoes catch his eye. He leans
oSer and feels of them. Evidently he
IS debating in his mind the possibility
OF their being worth anything to him.
Finally, with the natural instinct of
she secondhand collector, he takes
ebem in a firm grip and tugs at them
70 extrieate them from the barrel. AS
he pulls, a pair of infantile legs follow
the shoes into the night air and a
sleepy voice is waited out of the depths
Of the hogshead.
'Gwan, feller, whatcherwant? Leg
30 ne props!''
With startled exclamation the
night prowler drops his animated and
ROW thoroughly awakened find.
Feet first, the owner of the feet pro-
jects himself into the alley. He is out
almost instantly, being saved the
aroBeble of opening and closing his
abode
Springing to his feet, he stands gaz-
lDg open.eyed at the disturber of his
rest, his right hand maintaining a
fierce grip on the rock which he has
instinctively clutched as he emerged.
His voice is defiant if his tones are
treble.
''Whatell you want come buttin' in
ter guys bedroom for? Aint you got
no manners?"
With profane but apologetic ex-
PLANTATION the night prowler sinks off
into the darkness and leaves the out
ragged householder to return to his
barrel, muttering Indignantly about
''fellers what come 'sturbing a man ir
ths middle of the night
The youthful Diogenes is but one of
several hundred who live in these i'm
Proyised houses in the alleys and on
abe side streets of Butte.
Some of them prefer making their
boadoir under the sidewalks and be-
hind the fences. Those who crawl up
by the fences and snuggle against the
rough boards have the satisfaction of a
bright and unique wall paper in the
shape of brilliant hued placards set
ting forth the virtues of the "indul-
gently excellent Jim Jam cigar" and
'he strong mans joy breakfast food. -
He can lie at rest in the early morn
ing before he is forced to rush down
town to business and gaze rapturouslv
at the marvellous feats being performed
above his head by the autographed
circus people. They are quite as real
'stic, great deal more accomplished
and more restful to the eye than the
real thing.
If he has a taste for drama he has
but to cast his eye down the line where
The .'Mifit Wedding" is glarnglv de-
picted in all its startling lines-o! tragic
color.
If his fancy turnes toward comedy
he has but to rest his glance on the
,'Arrarat Ministrels'' who are caught