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Show VOICES OF THE STREET. A plump little woman, in a calico dress and a look of determination, startled the vision of the gentlemau who glues his other eye to a hole la the door of a well frequented down-town gambling hall and ' sizes up" the prospective individual who is desirous of twisting the tiger's tail, before allowing htm to pass into tho precinct of the chip and the case. When the eye rested upon the look of determination and tho woman, it immediately im-mediately disappeared and a small sliding panel shot across the erstwhile aperture. She wasn't a very tallfemale, and she wasn't particularly heavy, but she sat each foot down with the force of an agitated pile driver and the rafters creaked as she strode along the hallway. hall-way. She grasped the door knob and shook it violently, at the same time grinding out between her teeth: "Let mo in!" No response was made, but the low, determined growl of the monarch of the jungle was plainly audible. The woman put her shoulder, which also had an iptenso look of determination, determina-tion, to the door and said: "If you don't open this here door, I'll break it in," at the same time giving it a shoulder-shove that loosened its hinges hin-ges and impaired its utility. The panel slid back and the eye reappeared. re-appeared. A voice, which evidently was closely connected to the eye grullly said: veu, wnai (r you want? "I want my husband." "He aint in here," returned the voice. "Go 'way!" "Yes ho is in there, for I saw him come up and I'll not go away, and if you don't open this door and produce my husband I'll make it mighty hot for you," eaid the woman without taking tak-ing a breath or moving an eyebrow. . "What's his name?" tTho delinquent's name was given and a tour of the hall taken in search of him. Ho was there. And a more sheepish look never inhabited in-habited a man's complexion than the one which rested upon his face. "Now, look here, Mary" he began, half apologetically, as they started down the stairs, "Don't you dare 'Mary,' me" she snapped snap-ped with a bear-trap spring of her jaws. "I'll see that your wages don't go to them there gamblers no more when we've got children at home to support and bring up, and don't you forget that, either. You just turn over your week's wages to mo, John." And John unburdoned his pockets into Mary's outstretched hand. As they faded from sight in the distance tho gentleman, who uses but one of his eyes for all practical purposes, ejected a prolonged whistle from himself and said something or other which would look better somo wheres else other than In print. But it sounded considerably like "Well, I'll be jammed." Some of these times the avenging angel will grind up her sword and inaugurate in-augurate an insurrection of her own to the discomfiture of that perfuctly useless use-less nonentity, the foolklller. ' If sho consults my wishes in tho matter, mat-ter, I will advise her to begin at the fountain head though hydrant head would be more appropriate of soul-wrecking soul-wrecking mortals, tiy which I mean the portion of humany which spends its leisure time during the week gloating over a hair cut and shave Saturday night when the barber shop is tilled with waiting customers. I sat in a tonsorial emporium last Saturday with several other good citizens, citi-zens, waiting for six men, who do not smoke cigarettes, and who should consequentially con-sequentially know better, to have their hair cut. One of them even went so far us to have his whiskers trimmed, while another took a sea foam. As I do not pwear very often I sat there in the barber shop aud thought of all the horrible deaths imaginable, and reveled in delicious murders and abrupt killings and suicides and holocausts and lires and casualties and blood and murder and thunder, and wondered why it was some men escaped them all to get a hair cut on Saturday nights, when the barber shop was full of tired, disgusted humanity waiting to be shaved. Thero is a cheap piece of humanity who should be given a bath in the crater of Vesuvius." He belongs to the hog family and spends his remnant moments mo-ments while riding upon the street cars by spitting upon the carpet and staring at the lady upon the opposite seat. What a bundle of idiosyncracies the shabby individual is! Wl'iat elongated methods of preserving his appearance ho will attempt! He is visible to the eyo upon the streets every day. In fact, Salt Lake has lots of him. ' He usually wears a plug hat, a frock coat and a flannel shirt. He dines on bam nnd eggs in a 25-cent restaurant and sedulously picks his teeth on the curb before the Walker house. The ensanguined-liued blazer has been called in. Tho eflimato sash is disappearing from tho streets. ' The straw hat oh! whero but it is gone. Tho footpad and brainless cigarette alone remain as reminders of the darker shades of life. An appropriate reminder to the Salt Lake polieo forco: "Move on!" ??????? Do Salt Lake girls wear such short dresses? Do married women expose so much neck on the streets? Do not the police keep the sidewalks cloar? Do bankers pay 15 cents for a shave and salaried clerks 25? . Do old maids walk without bending their knoes? Do "scabs" and "rats" walk upright the same as men? Cklbe Clare. |