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til“ m necesstully described Bowen ltreet so that a person who never saw it could have even the faintest concep- tion of its truth. Mr. Marsh had never aeen anything like it. and all his read- !“ had never given him any idea nhntevef o't‘ the reality. He stared at It all now in a bewildered. 31mm tightened manner that grasped only n act of the terrible significance of it ... um â€"vâ€"â€"v.â€"â€"~â€"r , _ - _ . ' John Gordon looked at Mr. Min-sh at hit with a feeling or indignation which rapidly changed to one or sad- neal. ‘ . “How many children can play in a mace shut in and bounded by a lot lees than 50 feet wide and 100 feet long? Iti- crowded to overflowing now. Do ignore how many years His: An- : pleaded and begged and prayed and turned mountains of selfish indir- :aenee and commercial greed to get int little phyground‘i" ‘1 have no idea. Eadnft we better go inside now?” Hr. Marsh replied ,teebiy. S‘Let’a get through with it. I had no idea it was all so horrible. or nurse this ii nnnnnalh bad. isn't it?" "there are arty other streets as bad 8 m within two .miiea of Hope Home.” ' ' “Why don't therget new gnrbage boxea at least?" Mr. Marsh exdaixned in'tlie came irritated manner. He had begun by being sick at the right or the fearful condition; He was now grow- oncebeenasmallbox. Ithadonly three was and no cover. It was filled; to overflowing, and crowning the heap of stench was a dead chicken swarming .with maggots. It was a fair sampled every other box in Bowen street, and in its loathsome and naked nncleanness : ltdoodthereintheblazeotthepltileu top!” ' fie uttered the word in time to pre- vent Mr. Marsh from stumbling over a projection in the shape of a raised plat- form built out from the side wall. shortening the distance between the main wall3‘ot the court. Theme of the platters) ms, as he afterward learned, to furnish a little additional Finally he turned to John Gordon and laid with a tone In which irrita- tion was the dominant note: .- 7 7 -LI‘Aâ€"Aâ€" Hr. Marsh looked at the box in [all at his own double decker and said um‘"ӣ"”‘" “e" 113711316? m city ordinance makes it obligatory on the hndlords murals): and keepln good repair garbage boxes suflcient in size to accommodate the number of rum- liea in their tenements.” ~ ~ They wen't into the narrow court that separated the rear tron: the front of the building, and John Gordon pointed out the deadly natmje of the construe u. mu. m a dumb but ghastly and over- whelming wltness against the cultured Werence of the men who are not lining to be their brother’s keepers so long as they can live luxuriously on their brother’s needs at a distance from all sulfa-in: and responsibility. “There is no direct sunlight in any of thwe rooms that open on the court. All light and air must enter either where we did or come in from the --â€"_-_, room torfihanglng but clothes. which were suspended above the platform on a geries o! racks. ‘I'he float-.9: the court or passageway Web the “to wings of the “dumb- bell" was slippery with filth of every dau'lptlon. In the semidarkness which mailed in spite of the sun's glare outside could be seen pale. tired wo- men with sallow, dirty faces, peering out from doorway and window. The heat was stifling, as not a breath blew in at either end or the passage, and the odor was overpowering. Hr. Marsh hesitated. “I don’t know that 1 care to go in." he said almost la a tone or tear. “Too late to heck out now, Mr. Marsh. Come! It will do you good. Make you more contented with rain home on the boulevard.” John Gordon laid grimly. Be greeted the group or women in the doorway, and they returned his greeting civilly enough, for he was wearing his regular inspector’s badge, authorized by the board or health, and besides all that he had already in the course of his brief study made friends in the block. Almost the first step they took from the doorway plunged them into dark- ness. Gordon had hold of Mr. Marsh’s am and was silent until they came to the first flight of stairs at the end of the passage. “Have to be a little careful here, sir,” he cgntloned. “This is an old looked ovgr the space, and he built up to the Minds little more. In tact, he hots six ‘dlsflnct ordinances in up the space that ought to have led open between them-w bund- Inc and thsgld. lint that '8- nothinc mum, tori: added six teettoths double Men and that meant twelve it wgs a rotten apology for yrhgt ha}! 'ah-umnflhfiu ”r. " below was made doubly ittslcublc by I the smoke from the chamzcjs of the rear tenements on the adjoining lot. which drifted into the corridor and i swept into every doorway. , “Good afternoon, Mrs. Caylor. How Is the little boy today?" '- - f “Poorly, sir. Will you go in and see him?" men She glax‘fced ’sfiéplclously at Mr. Marsh and added: “But you can't do anything. for} him. Better Java-bimbo.” * ,. I v 'T‘I don't care,” the answered with sullen lndiflerence. John Gordon at once turned late the I room, and Mr. Marsh reluctantly tol- 5 lowed. There were two wlndows, but both opened on the corridor. Gordon walked across to an opening and turned to beckon to' Mr. Marsh. who . nod stopped. does. Child of the‘ténexnents,’ you do not know it, but it is a beautiful world that God hal‘made. There are trees undiiovmjnd clear water and pes- fumed neplm'u‘ and grass dotted wit. bloom. But oh, tot" you, little sister: who shall reveal its beauty. who shall discover to you its glory, 0 child or the tenements; in the great city}, the lakes? ‘ ~ - AtthotoprotthestairsiohnGoI-don paused a moment and then turned to the left and led his companion'along to a doorway opening on a corridor looking out on the ail-shaft. A railing ran around this corridor. and leaning over it were a number of persons, most- ly women, some of them holding ba- bies, others doing some kind or work One woman at the end of the corridor was prepa‘ng some dish for supper. The stench that rose from the court ; "I; the stillness a distinct rustling sound could be heard. It was like the rustling of tissue paper or the scratch- ing of small rnice. “What’s that?” Mr. Marsh asked. g “Wait a minute; I’ll show you,” Gor- don answered quletly. “Shut your {eyes, Louis. I'm going to light a mate n, z . l He struck the match and held it up; The pale light revealed in the few seconds that the match burned a bro- ken bedstead and a ragged, filthy mat- ! tress on whlch lsy'a child 'about ten years old. The walls or the room had once been papered before the double ' decker had been constructed so that some of it had blocked up the win- dows that had'once opened on the rear lot. 1‘th paper now hung in testoons and strings all over the ceiling, and ‘ Mr. Marsh, looking in horror at the i sight, in that brief moment, not too brief to tell one whole story or the tenement house hell,‘ ”saw countless swarms of bugs and wermin crawling “Itoelill, IdonftbelleIcango,‘ on. Gm’ This-3a t M {It hit mathellexthuthuman belnuenllp ln inch conditions.” “They don’t all live, sir. Some of them Glow Fat it‘salnolt as bad‘to die in here as to'live: You: ought to m a funeral in one of these tene- ments.” . . a _ "‘God forbid!" exclaimed er. Marsh emphatically. “Honestly, Gordon, it may seem absurd to you, but I am, growing sick from the awful stench here. I doubt my ability to so on." Gordon made no answer. After a moment Mr. Marsh said feebly: “All right. I’ll try to stand it." Without any reply John Gordon, still keeping his hand on his 'compauion‘s arm, began to go up the stairs. Unda their feet they could fool the slimy nlth that had accumulated for weeks. Half way up something passed them going down. It was a little girl about eight years old carrying in her arms a baby. In the dim light which filtered ‘ A neukh niaéordon «999qu “ThiTs if. Marsh, Mrs. Caylon He is the owner of the building. He wants to see some or the rooms. We can go The woman’s face lighted up inst for a second, then all died out to that dull lndllference which has long ago lost all hope or anything better farther "I want you to see a specimen of a 1 dark bedroom, Mr. Marsh. You don’t 3 need to visit more than one. But It ll , worth knowing that there are hum I dreda more like this one." _ ‘ Hide. “This In more terrible than I ever dreamed.” he said In a whisper._ ‘ “Nothing when you get hsed to It. sir. Let’sstep in. There isn‘t much to They entered the room, which was absolutely dark except for the light that entered through the room they :3"? just left. Gordon felt his way un- til his hand touched something, and then he said gently: “Louie, how are you today ‘1" "Not very well. That you, Mr. Gor- don?” vv‘rYâ€"ea. I’ve brought you something. Here. Catch on. little man.” i393 fine!” the thin eager voice ex- chimed. “Don’t tell mother. She'll take it away.” "No, no, Louie. She won’t. The doe tor will let you have it." John Gordon said reassuringly, and then he was 3L lent. Mr. Marsh was close by. and both men stood still a moment. 0;” Marsh came across to Gordon Kr. hiarsh Gordon, it . but I an. 5. Eu] stench ‘ 80 on.” I After a , >ly: wit." )rdon, still : Impanion‘s .' rs. Undo ’ the slimy for weeks. ssed them girl about [or arms a ch- filtered . [the flight make out ‘:burdened with a ‘hu- of play- rust'iiitb' a Ifort. Poor in gravity ling your lttie sister "un 3““. ._.â€"- .__.__ M111: " "w m w" my: 'heart {ml of» glue- tWM" , : “Thank you. Hr. Gordon.” Mr. Marsh pulled at Gordon‘s arm. “For God’s sake. Gordon. let's get out or here. I'm growing sick. I shall taint." ‘fCome out into the fresh air!" Goo- dou'laid ironically. They went out into\the corridor. and Mr. Marsh in hileagerneu-to get out of the building did not even stop to reply to several of the women who had learned trom Mrs. Caylor that he owned the double decker and crowded up to complain about the garbage boxes and the drainpipes. While Gordon was talking with Mrs. Caylor about Louis, Mr. Marsh went down. hurried as fast as he dared through court. and when John Gordon came out he found him seated on the outer steps. deathly pale and actually sick: Gordon grimly eyed him. t “It’s only 4 o'clock. We’ll have time to do the other. There are some tea- ‘tures of No". 97 thatzare peculiar. I would like to have. youjsee them." “I cannot go. Gordon. it's out of tho question. I am too ill.” '“Let'sgo over‘to Hope House. then.” John Gordon said gravely. hit. Marsh. with dimcnlty. “Then perhaps we had better visit ' one of the vaudeville balls. I want you A to see how the saloon, as a political in- ' stitution. comes in to supplement the : absence of home life. Perhaps it will I help you to understand better, if you i want to, why the tenement house con- ‘ ditions are not interfered with and 3 why it is to the interest of the politi- . cian that the people suffer as far as ' endurance will go in the matter of no homes.” 5 At 9 o‘clock. in company with an of!!- ‘ cer in citizen‘s clothes who was de- ' tailed to look after Hope House dis- ‘ trict. Gordon and Marsh entered one of l the vaudeville hails joining a corner saloon on/Bowen street. hir. Marsh :ldwas unusually excited. His university training, his exclusive. refined culture, ‘ his sensitive habits. were all the exact ; opposite of everything he had felt and seen since he entered Hope House dis- trict. He went in with Gordon, and ' they took seats in the rear of the saw- . dust covered door in a hall that would - hold 200 persons. They faced a gaudiiy I painted curtain, which let down in . front of a small stage. The hall rapid. ' ly filled up with men and bays. The I air was heavy with the fumes of beer ' and tobacco. The night was sultry, and - at the saloon bar. which was visible 2 through the doorway opening into the hall. could be seen a long line of men i and women drinking. while others stood behind the line reaching their ! hands over for glasses or waiting their turn to get up to the bar itself. that there shall he spaces betwea front and rear tenements. graduated according to the height or the building. It the tenement is one story high. there must be ten feet between front end rear; if two stories, fifteen feet; it four storiee. twenty-tire feet. etc. Your agent deliberately. ignored this law and built your doable decker no u to cover all the space. In doing to he deliberately established a condition that permitted or no light in e deeen bedrooms like the one we went into. More than that. he created conditions that brood anarchy, for if the rich end cuitured citizens of this municipality for their own gain selfish]: trample on the laws or the city what can they ex- pect from the poor and the desperate end the ignorant but hatred of all eo- ciety 1'" “I‘m too sick to discuss it,” Mr. Marsh groaned. Gordon saw that he was actually suffering severely, and when they entered Hope House he gave him careful attention. It was only a temporary lndisposl- tion. however. and after resting an hour Hr. Marsh recovered sumcientiy to sit up and~expresscd some martin- cation at the way he had behaved. But his manner was very grave. and the experience of his visit to the build- lng was evidently making a profound impression on him. To Gordon's disappointment. Miss An. drews had been caned away and was not present at the evening mall. Mr. Marsh was able to be at the table with the residents and was a elm listener to the talk. although he said little. .v -â€"- -“__ “Do you feel equal to a little work this evening. Mr. Marsh?” Gordon asked after the residents had adjourned to the library and had begun to scatter for their several duties. “I think so: yes.“ Mr. Marsh an- swered. He was really ashamed of his inability to endure unusual sights of disagreeable human entering. ,,1_0A Three violins. a harp and a piano be- gan to play. and the curtain went up. At that very moment in Christian homes all over Annex-ion good women kneeled at clean beds. by the side of pure hearted little children to repeat the evening prayer to the good God. But will the time speedily come when little voices shall swell the thunder of the good God’s wrath against an insti- tution that carries into homeless deo- ertl of the great cities the plague at death, the foul touch of lost virtue tor the sake of gold? CHAPTER 7. En V moment Gordon and Mr. Marsh Ind taken their lent: In ‘ the bill I man With a white apron am up ' 1nd, muslin! “013111 {or three." said the officer. And an the men slowly moved any after giving the three visitors e m look the once: sale! In answer to the question from Mr. lush: “Oh. the ohow‘e tree. 80': the lunch. But ev- erybody I: expected to at. meant. The mom m’t doing this for their health- nor for the love of the people. not lttheyhnow It." ' “What'if we refused to buy either cigars or beer?" Gordon asked. for he had never entered one of the vaude- viiie halls but once before and had then gone in to hunt for one o! thei l I young men who had been attending the night classes at Hope House. His knowledge or the character of the en- tertainment was gained trom Ford. the university resident. The oflicer shrugged his shoulder: ‘They'd make it mighty uncomforta- ble for you before you got out or got inagain. Thesaioonmaybeasocia neceasitytothepoordeviisinthe double dechere. but it don’t turniah nodal amusements without getting mighty well paid for it. it's free. but it’s expensive." said Olicer Roberts. As he finished speaking. the bar- teader came back with the cigars and a tray loaded with beer and whisky. The liquor wee distributed around on little tables at which the boys .and men in the audience were mostly seated. As the curtain went up to the music of the orchestra there were about 150 in the room and a stream of newcomers noisily entering. Before the first song was finished. the hell was filled to sut- location. “I.“{Eé entertalnxncnt. It It could called such. went on. John Gordon’s soul was stirred deep with a red blooded lndignntion. After the first two or three vulgar songs. which were fol- lowed by some suggestive dances. he sat there practlcally hearing and see- ing nothing on the stage. The sud!- ence had become the absorbing study for him. The people! There they were! His choice! To serve and to love! But was it worth while? The majority of the company was composed of young men between eight- een and twenty-five years or age. They were as a type pale. llstleu and u- tonlshingly dull of expression. John Gordon was irresistibly drawn to im- agine the exact appearance of the rooms that these young men probably called home. He then began to raise a host of questions concerning their par- entage, their occupations, their wages, ale amount they probably spent on the saloon and the places they went to on Sunday. The absolute absence of any- thing Interesting or elevating in their lives impressed him with tremendous reality. All the churches in the city were on the tine streets miles away. There was not a religious institution. with the possible exception of Hope House. that had any influence in the lives of these apathetic. coarsened. dis- sipated young men. The vaudeville and the saloon touched their lives. but the church never did. Yet it was the sinner that‘Jeshs came to save. Was the church realizing her responsibility to neglect this awful swarm of youth that bred like disease in the tenement. and cursed God and died in the im- pure atmosphere ot these polluted walls? God have mercy on them! Are they maestnned against than alanine? Can a boy or girl grow up pure in tene- ments like these we have here in this greed smitten city? And the one social institution that comes forward to min- ister to the social instincts is the sa- loon! It says to the tired workingman who has no place worthy to be called a home. “Game. enjoy a social glass in a handsome, well lighted. cheerful room!” It says to the men whose appe- tite is never satisfied with ill prepared food: “Come. enjoy a tree lunch! Only of course you will want beer or whisky to wash it down." And without saying this to the man. only to itself, the sa- loon. with devilish foresight. reckons on getting back by means or the tree lunch 100 per cent in the actual sale of drinks. Truly Oflcer Roberts is right :hen he‘ says. “It's free, but it's expen« ve.” It says to the young man who has nohealthyoutlettorphysicalilfehe- cause hots born without playgrounds and without home pleasures: “Come! In the vaudeville I will amuse you. Thesonssandthedanceswiilhesng- seative. and the you: Women who vieeisa necessity todvflisstiomand wé'mn'd may 'to mm «m church and other tendon! CW flan: will we: give yogi!” “Surely." John Gordon moditlted. 1 “the saloon in In any ind x oration - is W100! than the children 0 fight. The devil and dance in gleo over the night at the team: “4’ slum dis- trictsin the city a he no. his but agent: occupying the field at local pnnderen to n hnmn neon-iv, while the colon-mm m edifice: and ’ church-jinn! id: no still up an the anthem nnl open than G9!) 0!! I!!!“ . '95-“! 11°59 W ”a, In tron} oz them. and. “Wk“ '11 you have?” _ ' CASTORIA. 5-9 .aâ€"â€" wâ€""_. _,‘ “I can't hear any more of this." he aald aa Gordon glanced up at hlm. “I'm going out. It‘s too revoltlnt. I've seen all I care to." “And when you've seen one of ’em you've aeen all of 'em.” nald once: Roberta with a ahru. Gordon looked towai'd the stage. A dance that was almply revolting ln lta indecency waa acene of the flnferno." Gordon'a aplrlt hand up in holy wrath at the eight of It. but he got up and went out with Mar-h and the other. Once ontaldqeven tn the talnted. hear poisoned air that floated out of the aaloon. all three of the mphneathed 7 Eu meditation was going deeper. and he wu beginning to phllonopbm not bitterly. but Ilth _¢_ennfnc udneu. W, ‘1_|_ when he saw Hr. man 1 arm and clutch his arm hard. mebounowedtouytheuhowh the same on nine. u anotherâ€"um. Donn. um dances"â€" “No more for me." Mr. ma inter- rupted quickly. “Gordon. I'm simply dckotitdl. Lettucobacktonopo Home. lsbonldhkotpmeetul-An- drew- beforo going home. You thought the would be back after Happen: “Much obliged. air.” Rubens al- swarm! with a look of relief. ”I'm at your service of coum. Miss Andrews gave special ordcrs to me to be of may help to you that I can.“ n_l_-.4- “All right. sir." The oficfl' turned back to Hope House playground. which he had overseen ever since it had be- came an important institution. and Gordon, taking Mr. Marsh's am wnlked down Bowen street for three blocks. then turned 1nd came back on the opposite sidewalk. _ -. . .W_A‘_A “It will not be necessary. Rooeru. Much obliged. We'll simply walk through the street and not attempt any inside work tonight. ' "JYEâ€"iy‘util want you to see Bowen streetbynlMSuttwoorthx-u blocks. and I'll not an! an; more." 77“â€" v-v-â€", w- _ 7 ,, “Very well.” Mr. Marsh reluctantly consented. He was evidently laboring under great stress of feeling. His sen- sitive nature had tattered in ways that “ 'erv unusual. '“It won‘t be necessary for you to go dong. Roberts." Gordon said u the oflcer stood waiting. - _ _. ‘7 _ oâ€"y Vfr ..... , It the street had been full during the day. it was running over at night. The stoops were literally packed with people. The child of the tenements. with her little sister in her arms. was there. bending over the armful. sitting on the steps in various degrees of dis- comfort and unconscious misery. but cheerful, resigned and apparently born to her task. The night was breathless, and yet ont on the wide boulevard it was not stifling. Down here. however, not a single sigh of fresh air came. The garbage boxes rotted visibly. On the covers of those few boxes that still re- tained cover: were lying men and boys, trying in the midst of the unnatural. feverish noises peculiar to tenement districts to get a little rest. On the stones and mud and oflal of the street itselfscoresofpeopiewerelyingsome on a few rags thrown down to soak up the liquid filth. others with no casein: between their horrible clothing and the foul street. Twice they had to stop and pick their way between the figures that lay in the street, panting tor a breath or alr, wearlly. but with the indm'erence or yeara of accustomed discomfort. counting the time when the dark sleeping rooms lqslde should be- come a little lean unbearable. During the entire welt neither Gor- don nor Marsh said anything but once, when an. limb uked a question: “Some of those children seem to better dressed and deem. more nt- trnctlve than othert. Are these come of the 11090 House converts?” “Would God, Hr. Max-ah. that every business man in thla city could aeo what you have ae‘en, and what you have aeenlanothlnxcompared withthahoa~ rot-a you will never «on dream about.” “It haa alckened m" Mr. Hat-ah re- peated u-nuuy, and John om could aea by hla manna: that ho waa nervously “acted by tho day'a expo- rlanco. Before he could on anything llaa Androwa cama In through tho archway. *1 understand you havo bean looking about today. Coma Into tho Mary and tell me about Is." _ “No.” replied John Gordon dryly. "Phone are saloon keeper’s childnen.” Mr. Max-ab did not all: any more questions until they was going into Hope Home enhance. Then he turned to his companion and aid: “1 have seen today I never could believe it I ha been told. It in all too horrible. too horrible. I shall dream of it tonight. Why have you made me look at it?" They panned a moment under the archway. She End EM Godot: in bet- and quiet. calm but delightful manner on he introduced Mr. mutt. Children Cry for (mo I» end-M) .. 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