The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-04-03

Sill Connor and Benny Wise were
strollinc along the Bowcry at a laie hour
on a November evening. They scanned
every face and glanced into doorway and
alley as they sauntered down the wide
thoroushfarc Earlier in the evening the
captain Of the Sixth precinct had re-
ceived yellow slip OF paper from head
quarters in Mulberry street calling for
general roundup OF yeSg gentlemen
and idle citizens OF the crooked type, The
cider had gone TO all the precincts
throughout the sroa, town. Persons OF
suspicious character were To he gathered
in-an unusual ordcr-onc OF those uncN-
pected spasms of police activity thai for
some unknown reason, occult or other
wise. breaks the civic quiet Of the me-
fropoiis al irregular intervals.
The Bowcry was crowded with the
people of the night. The music halls ana
the thcaters had poured human stream
Into the moving throne upon the side
walks. Sailor men. soldiers and rural
youths frolicked along the curb With
the girls and women OF the street. Drunk
en- men reeled in the cutters, and the
J little merchantmen OF the Bowcry cried
their wares under the bright lights OF
thousand candles.
At the corner OF Canal street, Benny
Mise crossed tho avenue 10 continue
southwark In his search. leaving Con-
nor TO plod alone along the west pave
ment through the moving mass Of strange
peoples who seemed TO promenade 20
Chatham square and back again. The
crowd Kept going, kept coming, never
reaching anywhere - an idle. moving
stream. having neither source nor desti
nation.
stree, when he came across an old man.
al the curb. shlvcring with the cold and
holding out a besccching palm. The
hands OF the aged hcggar ttcmblcd and
There We're tears on his iuruwcd checks.
His clothing hung in rags and he plainly
bore the stamp OF dire poverty and want
There was a stoop in his back. scar
ON his chin and cast I'm his LETT eye.
lie was very tall man, and angular. His
face was thin and wrinklcd. and his
nosc-a large. round crimson bulb-was
q very striking one and one To be long /
remembered.
Get along now said Connor kindly. !
as he gave the old man nod OF recog- |
milton Duck for your roost II you've
DC Oldest bum on de Bowry." |
chuckled the old man. as tie detective !
stopped and touched his elbow.
You seem 10 he stuck on yourself. |
Bob, remarked Connor. rather amused. |
and don't know which you're so all
fired proud about. your old age. your
booze, or the Bowcry part OF it
Don't get insulun', Cap" whIncd the
old man. as his wrinkled passed affec-
tionately over his crimson beak 1T
were de od Bow'r ~ ] was t'inkin' OF. De
svncw's gone TO der bad Cap. Nothin'
lcft here bur de mand me-dowu shops,
en- de hot-dos cats. en- de gin mills. en-
d gals. on dc lobhyGows. en- do buns.
lie rubbed the back of his hand over
his dry. .fcVcvish lips.
sap Cap" and his eyes brigGtcned at
the thought Of days long gone. There
WAS class on de Bow'ry onct. when the
old stages. wild der six ponies. went rat
tim down 10 Chatham square, on Jennie
Lind uset to warbe at dc Bow'ry teatcr
en- YOU got der mail at de Bowry post
office, en- all de rich dubs from up de
State uset 10 stop at dc old Wcstchcs-
ter House Why. Cap. back In de sos.
when I was a young fellcr things was