The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-10-12

ter systems. lions to public ZOOS, and do other great and god things for humanity.
 Pm not much on metaphor said
 the woman with the stiff collar, and 1 l don't know anything about mixing bricks with souls. but do know some thing >bout model tenenlents and the needs and the wants of the people who herd in them
 Herd ''
 T said herd. And their needs and their wants are not interchangeable terms. Neither are they what scien- tific socialists think they are.'' The woman whose thoughtful brow cOntradicted her smiling mouth laughed. I've been there" she said. When I taught school it was the fad to invest in Second Ward property Every teacher saved her salary to put into rickety tenements down in the ! worst quarter of the city. I bought one. too. Mine wasn't a double decker filled with fighting foreign CTS, as were the houses of most of my friends. Mine was four story build ing, with shop underneath and F families above. wanted to make the place attractive and pleasant and papered and painted it from top to bottom. When the workmen left it was the cleanest, most livable house on the east side.
 Then the tenants began to move in.
 In six weeks the house was full. I rented the shop to man who made
 wax flowers for funerals, and I had a butcher, peddlers, tailors, and shop
 keepers on my rent roll.
 My first trouble was with one of
 the women in the house, who started in business at the very door. settling up a vegetable stand just where every one would stumble over it as he went ill and out. Complaints in all lan- guages came pouring in to me, and I sent word to the offender to move her stand. She came to me in tears, and said that she was too poor to rent a corner or basement, and that if I were a real noblewOman I would let a poor woman make her living undis- turbed. I pointed out to her that it was the other tenants that objected, not I, and she went off, reiterating in Q high-pitched voice that she had known all along, that l was not a noblewoman, and that she hoped all my children would die by falling through the Brooklyn Bridge--for, in addition to all my other troubles. lived in Brooklyn in those days.
 "The old harridan Obeyed my or ders and removed her stand, but re- venged herself by setting up a shop on her fire escape, and after two suits brought against me by people upon whose heads melons and cabbages had fallen I decided to evict my old woman. A notice was served upon her to which she paid no attention, and after she hadl chased me downstairs and threatened me with the wrath of all the gods of Israel, I sent a poilce- man 10 frighten her. I stood trem- bling on the corner and watched her as she waddled down the street, her feather bed, the remainder of her stock of vegetables, and all her house. hold goods rolled up together in a. sheet. She hurled maledictions at me GIo OIAC pstaSCdt EstA
 When I went to look over ;he rooms the old woman had lived in there was only one of two things to do-swear' or weep-and as the po- liceman had come back with me did not dare swear. She had been in the rooms only two months, but in that time she had pasted enough newspa- pers over the walls to completely dis figure them. She had burned a hole in the kitchen floor by upsetting a charcoal stove, and-the dirt was in- describable. The policeman said he had too much respect for his uniform to sit down when I invited him to mako himself comfortable ons the washtubs.
 Say, you ladies is easy said the flight of the law. Tain't any use fix
 ing up a place for these people. Low rent and full swing to live like pigs is what they want
 "He was right, but ] didn't know 1t then. So I papered the rooms again and got a new tenant. As soon as he moved in his wife died, and the fu- neral was a house. warming for me, assure you. One of tho candles