My Mamie Rose: The Story of My Regeneration

s time, took me into latitudes and s

3. I admit that in view of the seriousness of the incident m

ther explanation seems to be at hand except that this disregard of dates, of time and place is a characterist

who had been closely connected with the very occurrence I intended to mention. I sent for him and he came to

rrative and many minutes were spent in serious reflection. It was of no avail. We fixed the date of it to be in "ab

old-blooded murder, that my informant had been an eye-witness

ow that in the life of the East Side, every existence is so crammed full of reality that even

he had lost his father or mother

five or six

a while, and then: "Let's see! Yes, the old man died about two months after

ng a dance hall and dive at 34 Bond street. It was only a few doors from the Bowery and enjoye

y, visited the dance hall in the course of their lark. It was rather early for that sort of thing, the place was half-empty, and I

rable amount of money, and seemed f

not a difficult matter for me to give all desired information. This seemed to invite their hunger for knowledge and they invited me to make the third in their party and to spend

making any "extra" money very slim, and I entrusted one of my favorite waiters with the diplomatic mission of "boosting my game" with the two students. Moved by their curiosity and the skillful strategy of my emissary they made me a

-standards, we had started out too early. It was only nine o'clock and the "fun" in the dives hardly ever began before midnight. Still, thanks to

h drink. I warned them against too much indulgence, as that would incapacitate them for the pl

a gin-mill, which shed its garish radiance across our path. It was not a regulation dive and only known as the rendezvous of a gang of tough fellows, who made that part of th

rotégés, and I was kept constantly on the alert to prevent friction between the hilarious majority and minority. It was not my policy to become embroiled in any useless rows and I entreated the students to contin

d were threatening them. I learned afterward that one of the students had taken umbrage at the rough familiarity of one of the gang and had attempted to hit him. The situation seemed critical, but not dangerous,

n I decided to interfere. I had not measured my distance well, for just as I jumped between the

onfines one to the hospital for several weeks, it becomes a decided bore. All this was recognized by my new found friend, the student, who had been the indirect cause of my disfigurement, and ha

s the greatest educator, theref

sition, and after arranging for a boarding-place fo

hown to me, but am inclined to believe that I had a rather imperfect demonstrator. To be quite c

, we landed in Algiers with a fearfully shrunken cost capital. T

t we, by decree of my "college chum," were forthwith appointed adventurers, soldiers of fortunes, dare-devils and anything else that could make

ou through stretches and stretches of glowing, burning sand. In short, the life of an African trooper, banished into the interi

he occasional skirmishes, yearned for my old Bowery, became apparent to my brother in misery. Then, a stranger coincidence, it

ion, as the government foolishly wanted to retain our valuable service. History informs me that, shortly after our departure the garrison of Degh-del-ker had several disast

er my friend nor myself have the slightest intention of becoming the unfortunate causes for international complic

nt to the gang of my old, beloved street. A Bowery boy in blue coat and red trousers, with clanking sabre by his side, I w

umes and successfully besting the sentin

ering heat, carefully avoiding all native villages and, yet, often saved from perishing

e good ship St. Heléne. It was suffocating work, and time and again, we were hauled u

pected to find a letter of credit. It was there and we both fe

ting that we both felt we had been sufficiently educated by

time in get

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