MM&Z3zmi HA774W1 TT ?' f-v3 THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH, THIRD PART. PAGES 17 TO 24. PITTSBURG, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1890. THE SIGNAL STAFF, A Resort to Pioneer Railroad Methods at the Ohio Con necting Bridge. SAFEST SYSTEM OF ALL Enormous Traffic Over this Monster Structure of Irou and Steel. FACTS ABOUT SIGNAL HISTORY. Early Day Semaphores and Tarions Im provements Upon Them. AUTOMATIC SWITCHES AXD TEE LIKE rtrr.iTTES fob the dispatch.: STICK of wood, not more than an inch thick and onefoot long, has for two or three weeks past protected the millions of dollars 'worth of freight that has crossed over the new Ohio Connecting Kail road bridge at 'Woods' Bun. One day , last week the 7th of November 52 freight trains crossed this new bridge, or 20 each way. This meant a good many cars. In the first 24 honrs after the great structure wa opened ior traffic nearly 1.000 cars passed over it. The stick of wood is called a "signal staff." Tor the time being it took the place of the telegraph. It was a resort to the primitive railroad customs of Great Britain. A REMARKABLE RAILROAD. So pressing was the demand for a bridge like this to supply the missing freight link around Pittsburg that business upon it com menced at once without waiting ior tele graph wires to be erected. The iron super structure of the bridge is 4,000 feet long, which includes the approaches on either side of the river. But in addition to these iron approaches there is 500 feet of trestling to connect the viaduct with the Panhandle freight yards at Nitnick station on the south fide of the Ohio, and on the Allegheny side there are several hundred feet more of tres tling and graded roid-bed necessary to carry the railroad down from the high bridge to the level of the Ft. "Wayne Railroad track. In other words, so high is the bridge ap proach above Preble avenue and the tracts of the Pittsburg, Ft "Wayne and Chicago Railroad that it touches the Allegheny shore some distance above Woods' liun sta tion, but cannot connect with the tracks of the latter road until it descends a steep grade as far as "Verner station. This road bed has been hewn lrom solid rock along the hillside above Preble avenue. THE STAFF Or SAI"ETr. So that here is a single-track railroad two miles long, and carrying in proportion, it is said, a heavier freight traffic than any other railrotd in the TJnied"Stat? s, -that has been running successfully without a telegraph. There has been no accident as a result, and not a single pound of freicht'has been lost The signal-staff is striped with red and white paint. It is inscribed simply with these words: "Ohio Connecting Bridge." How They Will Signal This Week. "When a train leaves the Allegheny ter minus of the new road the conductor re ceives from the hands of the telegraph opei ator the staff. That telegraph operator is not allowed to let any other train pass upon the bridge or its approaches until he re ceives back in his own hands the signal EtaS, beitoO minutes or half a day. The same rule governs the operator at the other end of the connecting raiiroad at Kituick station on the Panhandle road. IT IS DONE SLOWLY. "When the conductor of the train from Allegheny carries the staff over to Nimick he delivers it to the operator there and that individual hands it to tne conductor of a "West-bound train, thus admitting it to the bridge. At present it takes the staff about three-quarters of an hour to make the rouud trip, providing it meets with no delay. Il there is delay in either of the yards it may be an hour and a half returning, or even longer. The road from Verner station to the bridge is such a heavy grade that it requires two engines to carry up twenty-four cars and it is full of curves, even on the ap proaches, but the conductor feels perfectly Bafe for he knows that he carries in his hand the surest mark of safety a signal, denoting that his train only has the right of way. Coming from the south side the road is all down grade, and as many as CO cars are brought over by one locomotive fre quently. INTRODUCING THE TELEGRAPH. Of course, however, each of the termini is worked with the usual electric signals in switching trains from the main liut.. The signal tower at Verner station is managed by four operators, viz.: Messrs. C. H. llugg, C. C. Earick, J. M. McGuire and J. Pra xier. But this week the work of construct ing a telegraph line over the new bridge and its approaches will be completed, and then the English "signal-staff" system will be done away with and the whole line will be worked by the telegrapher's key. and the ponderous levers of the Union Switch and Signal Company's system. They are being gotten into shape in the signal toner at Ver ner station, as the accompanying illustra tion shows. These levers will operate the semaphore masts as shown in the other cut. Under this improved system of signals it is hoped to gain speed in the dlspatcning of trains. The capacity of the new bridge is much more than 400 cars per day. THE ANCIENT SIGNALS. This thing of signals has tested the in genuity of men of all ages. The ancients seem to have elaborated a fair system of night signals by torches for military pur poses, but in naval affairs the ships sailed so closely together that orders could be com municated by word of month, while the IfnT -giP ?? .. Hi i "" " I fluff m turning of a shield from right to left suf ficed as sailing directions to the several lines. In modern times signaling between ships has become indispensable; but there is probably no department of practical science in which progress has been slower, and every so-called system of signals has been distinctly without any system whatever. Bat in railroad signals progress has been Signal Tower at Verner. more accelerated. Incomparably the most powerful medium for the purpose is the electric current. But before that was dis covered the basis of the present system ex isted. It was used though for various pur poses. ALL ABOUT SEMAPHORES. Semaphore was the name applied to the system of telegraphy in use before the ap plication of the electric current. Sema- WORKING THE NEW phores were first established by the French in 1794 as the plan of conveying intelli gence irom the capital to the armies on the frontiers. In the following year George Murray introduced them in England, and by their means the Board of Admiralty were placed within a lew minutes of Ports mouth. These semaphores were towers built at in tervals of from five to ten miles on com manding sites. On the top of each tower was the telegraphic apparatus, which at first comprised six shutters arranged in two frames, by the opening and shutting of which, in various combinations, 63 distinct sighaltftould be formed. Ih 1816 Sir Home Popham substituted a mast with two arms similar to many of the preeenT" "railway signal masts abont Pittsburg. AIDED BY TELESCOPES. These arms were worked from within the tower by winces in the lookout room, where a powerlul telescope in either direction con stantly commanded the mast of the next sta tion. If a log set in at any point on the route, the message was delayed; otherwise, when a sharp lookout was kept, the trans mission was very rapid. For instance, the hour of 1 o'clock by Greenwich time was always communicated to Portsmouth. "When the ball fell at Greenwich the sema phores were ready for the message, and it commonly passed from London to Ports mouth, and the acknowledgment back to London within three-quarters of a minute. In calm weather even to this day when flags will not extend on shipboard, sema phores are employed on board some ships as means of signaling from one' vessel to an other. In such a case the post containing the arms is movable, and can readily be shipped or unshipped near the stern. CONES AKD LANTERNS. Before the electric telegraph many gentle- I, 1 ij CONDUCTOR SURRENDERING THE SIGNAL STAFF. men of ability devoted their attention to simplifying the mode of land and water sig nals. Bedl's system of cones was consid ered a superior form. It did not depend on color, but resorted to form and motion. There were four cones fixed to a mast The cones were collapsable, and were formed in a similar way to umbrellas. Their usual condition was shut and they could only be held open by a rope on each, pulled taut Each cone represented a cumber, and thus, by the combinations, the signal or message was sent For night signals the old naval plan to hang dingy lanterns in various shapes tri angles, squares, crosses, etc Besides re quiring large bases to be at all visible, this was generally fonnd from the motion of the ship to be useless. Bedl's cone system was utilized instead at night by hanging four lanterns in a vertical line to represent the cones, and obscuring those which cor responded to shut cones. WESTINOHOUSE TRIED IT TOO. Oi late years various appliances have been invented .for signaling the movements of trains ou American railroads. George "Westinghquse. of Pittsburg, has been fore most in this science, and his system of auto matic switches and signals is well known. The Ducousso brothers once invented a curious device that gave notice of passing trains on certain portions of a railroad. The transmitter ru a magnetto-electric genera- tor of electric currents, and the passage of a train induced a current which rang a bell at the receiving station. Another invention, by Mr. Conpan, signals the station keeper if the lights at the switches are not burning, or in proper position. M. Lartique has in vented a signal (or notifying the switchman if the switch does not respond to the auto matic levers. By various other inventions it is proposed to set a danger signal auto matically when a rail breaks. But of al! certain, though slow methods, the "signal staff," now about to be dis carded at the Ohio Connecting Bridge, is perhaps the safest L. E. Stofiel. POSTAL TECHNICALITIES. The Letter was Damp and Weighed More at Night Than in tho Horning;. Not long ago I mailed several letters, with circulars inclosed, and put what I supposed was sufficient postage on, says a business man in the St Louis Globe-Democrat. To my annoyance I was notified the next morn ing that the whole batch was held tor post age. I went around to the postoffice and was informed that each envelope and its contents weighed just enough to turn the scale and that I must in consequence pay the extra postage. At my request one of the letters was weighed on the official scales and instead of being over it turned out to be a fraction under weight But my triumph was short-lived, for I was informed that the weight when mailed was what had to be charged on, and the let ter weighed more the preceding night than then. The explanation as to the lossin weight was that the letter had been copied and mailed damp, subsequently giving off quite an appreciable weight by evaporation. Now I insist on letters being copied as early SEMAPHORES. in the day as possible and on every package being weighed in the office. I don't mind paying for dampness, but I hate to have valuable mail matter held ou a mere tech nicality. LIGHT IK YOUB CANE. An Application of the Electric Current That Will Save Profanity. New York Star.1 You have often been in some position where you would give pretty much anything for- a light, when-you have searched every pocket in vain-foiji.matchhwhea yu have been obliged to give it np and go on yonr way disconsolate. It is just this contingency that a dealer in" canes and umbrellas has been providing against This dealer has succeeded in inventing it cane which has an electric light The top of the caue unscrews and discloses a small incandescent burner. This latest application of the subtle fluid consists of a cane with a hollow shank, in which is snugly stored a fairy-size battery. This is of sufficient power to supply a current for a year with only occasional use, and when exhausted it can be readily renewed. If you drop your pocketbook on the street at night, if you want to consult your watch, if the keyhole is dodging, after the frequent manner of keyholes, all you have to do is to touch a button and the elec tric cane goes into service, and there you are, with alight at your disposal. JUSTICE MILLER'S LAST JOKE. His Remark to One of the Doctors Who At tended Him at the Last. Dr. G. "Wythe Cook, Washington, was one of the attending physicians to the late Justice Miller in his last illness. The Judge's tongue was partially paralyzed, yet he made an effort to explain to the doctor his condition. The doctor remarked to him: "Do not talk, Judge. It is injudicious, as it causes your blood to rush to your brain." As the doctor was about to leave the dying man for the last time he said with effort: "Doctor, you are quite complimen tary, for some men talk without its affecting their brain." The great man would have his joke, al though he was dying. Making Light of It An Iowa woman has. named "her twin daughters Gasoline and Kerosene. Ex. The old man's name is probably Pete Boleum. Boston Commercial Bulletin. The man who marries into that family will strike oil. Cape Cod Item. "We hope the babies will grow up a para fine girls. Boston Herald. Giving nim Courage. Boston Herald.: She How beautiful the autumn leaves are, George. He (seeing a chance ior a compliment) Ton are like the autumn leaves, Clara. She Ton never pressed any autumn leaves, did you, George? , ON FOOT IN EUK0PE. Lillian Spencer Starts Out to WalK a Thousand Miles or So OK ORDER OP flER WELSH DOCTOR. Terjr Mnch of a female Failure According to Her Own Opinion. THE FIRST DAI ON BELGIAN K0ADS rCOnaiSPONDENCK or THE dispatch.! Antwerp, November 4. Once upon a time there was a young woman who was born an invalid, lived an invalid, but oddly enough didn't die an invalid, despite the prognostications of the many doctor called in to attend her. Not that she did not make a brave effort in that direction, for she did, but for the very reason that, try as she would, she could not manage to get more than one foot at a time in the grave that the physicians so condescendingly dug for her. "Ungrateful, inconsiderate yonng woman. The ailments with which she was afflicted were heterogeneous, to say the leastl She had spinal complaint, or some sort of weak ness in the muscles of the spine; vertigo, dyspepsia, congestive headaches; neuralgia, liver complaint, rheumatism, malaria and every kind of invalid weakness to which human flesh is heir. As a matter of course, these ailments did not visit her like an army of creditors all the same day. They came and went like the summer boarder and not unfrequently Btayedtowear their welcome out, after the fashion of the country cousin. A BLUNT OLD DOCTOR CALLED. It is perhaps needless to state that this young woman's lot, like the policeman's, was not a happv one. In appearance she was lean, lank, bilious, cadaverous; in spirits, suicidal; in disposition I dare not write it, but it's qnite as strong as your imagination' can possibly lead you to sup pose. She never saw the sun shine, took no pleasure in things pleasurable and, on the whole, found life a miserable and dismal bore. And no wonderl Well, time went on and this "female failure" went on, too, getting more bilious and more cadaverous every day. Finally there came upon the scene a a rough, blunkmannered old "Welsh doctor, with the voice of a tronibrone and the tread of a drum major. The anxious relatives of the "failure" called him in for consultation. He had a great reputation and wasn't at all backward about speaking his mind. "Hum," he grunted, fixing a pair oi shrewd, gray eyes upon the woe-begoiie face of the patient and taking in the whole situ ation at a glance. "Hum." "You find me very low, doctor," the fail ure ventured, "and so I am, very, very low, indeed; almost past hope. But don't hesi tate to tell me the truth. I am used to it I hear it everyday." "Whereupon the fail ure sighed resignedly. A OASB.OF HYPO. "Hear what everV day?" the doctor snapped, "hear that the children in Amer ica are tortured worse Itban the Bengalese children, for the begging trade. In winter stpam heat and water anff a temperature of 80 or 90. In summer ices, and all the vear around sweets and bints. No exercise, no gymnastics, no regnlar, wholesome food, late hours, hot breads, dassn met no wonder the brat grows np wiHjbut backbone or stomach and finishes off By, dying of noth ing more or less than hypochondria. Yet hypochondria is what ypu'd hear, if vou .heard the truth. Hypochondria! Of ou.. gotjitana'" so haife AwotUrdsAfl And the doctor jumped up from his chair and staggered across the room, and the poor invalid sank back on the sofa speechless, in fright and amaze. Finally the doctor laid hold of a chair, dragged it up in front of her, and seating himself, said: "Put yourself in my hands and I will cure you. And what is more, I won't charge you a penny." "How," cried the invalid, showing the first signs of animation. "How, how, how?" "Easily enough you have simply to take a walk." TOO SIMPLE A MEDICINE. The invalid sank back hopel:sslv. "A walk," she repeated, "I have that and it did me no more good than thiosr else." tried any- "Where did you walk," inquired the doctor. "Ob, in the park and down the street, but it was no use, I felt the worse ot it." "Have you tried a walk through Europe?" "No, but I couldn't do that It would be impossible." "Why?" "I am weak ill I never went more than six blocks at a time in my life. I have no strength. My back aches. As for walking through Europe, ridiculous, preposterous, absurdl" "It's not far." reassured the doctor "Only a thousand miles or so, by the route I prescribe." Whereupon this extraordinary doctor proceeded to lay out the details of the plan, which it is needless to say struck this American family dumb with surprise. Two weeks later however the invalid was on board one of the "Union Line steamers bound for Liverpool. A friend accompanied her and a host of sympathizing friends and ac quaintances waved her an adieu from the re ceding shore. EQUIPPED FOR A WALK. Eleven days later she landed in Liverpool. Her costume consisted of a blue flannel sailor suit, a short walking jacket, a pair of flat-heeled English boots and a sailor hat. Her underwear was merino. She had on a Jencess Miller divided skirtmade of flannel, blank stockings and no linen whatsoever. In the canvas knapsack strapped to her shoulders, she carried a change of under garments and hose, a few handkerchiefs, a comb, a toothbrush and a cake of soap. Thus equipped, the started out oa her walk through Europe. And a notable journey it turned out to be. . The first day was spent in Liverpool, where she waited six miles without know ing or leeliug it But the sea voyage had proved a great tonic and the cool English climate a great invigorator. Decidedly the Welsh doctor knew what he was about. A TEET COMFORTABLE INS. From Liverpool she went by rail to Nor mantown, a quaint old Yorkshire town, with a typical English inn, where one sleeps in a great soft spacious bed, big enough lor four, and eats Yorkshire ham and fresh country eggs, and falls in love with English life and English customs, and particularly English inns. From Normantown she went on by rail to Hull, and thence by steamer to Antwerp, Belgium. The channel is not a good-natured stream, as every one who has crossed it is aware. It has a fondness for cutting up all sorts of l'unuy capers, the humor of which most peo ple fail to appreciate! On this particular occasion, it conceived the idea of shaking up the passengers like dice in a box and spill ing them out at random. It shook np our heroine not a little, and caused her to think many unchnstianlike things of the Welsh doctor. Bnt the channel can do worse than convert Christians into heathen for that matter. ON FIYE FRANCS A DAT. It was 11 P. M. when the steamer docked at Antwerp. The custom house officers were too sleepy to examine the baggage, so it was not long before the invalid and her friend fonnd themselves walking up the , street ja, search of lodging for the Bight. Let it be understood here that neither o these tourists were in affluent circumstances and the friend, a rather shrewd person, de cided that 5 francs apiece a day was all they could afford to spend. Five francs is $1 in the "United States, but it goes much further. For instance, these two travelers stopped before the open door of a small, but genteel, estaminet and cafe. The estaminet is a sort of saloon, with a sprinkling of tables and chairs on the sidewalk, where monsieur and madame, and even the little demoiselles sit and sip their beer. Everyone drinks beer in Belgium. There's no way out of it. The water is poison, and the estaminet is more common than the bakery or the sweet shops. This beer, oddly enough, is not beer at all. It is p. mixture resembling that beverage, which the hops, if concerned at all in the concretion, merely nopped over, giving place to barley, vinegar, and no one knows what else. It costs 2 cents a glass and a barrel of it wouldn't (intoxicate. It it did, all Belgium, from the King down to the street gamin, would be on a howling drunk, for they drink it all day and all night and all year and all their lifetime. A NIGHT FOR FIFTY CENTS. In conjunction with the estaminet is a cafe. Here our tourists found a chamber for 2 francs (40 cents IT. S. A.) a night, with CO centimes, or 10 cents, extra for coffee and rolls in the morning. It was a large bare floored apartment, with a huge feather bed, several inches shorter than any grown person could possibly be unless he were a dwarf or a freak. It was scrupulously clean, as is everything here, and was fur nished with two or three wooden chairs, a table, a stand, a sofa, a gilt clock and two wax pieces covered with tall glass globes. It takes a small ladder to climb into one of these Belgium beds and a fire escape to climb out Ii you arc not rolling over at the sides you are falling over at the foot. The poor invalid groaned, fell out once or twice, blamed it all on the Welsh doctor and finally lell into a restless slumber. Bright and early in the morning came the rolls, very nice, and the coffee very bad. But as it is so all over the country and the invalid starving, she ate and drank and wished for more, and when the economical friend said 5 francs would not admit of further expend iture at that early period, blamed it as usual on the Welsh doctor. At home they couldn't coax her to eat, and here they wouldn't let her. Who was to blame if not the Welsh doctor? THEY ENJOY LIFE. Antwerp is a fine old town, with a snperb cathedral and pictnre gallery. The people are fat, rosy, good-natured, healthy, polite. They work from morning until sundown. Then they don their fine feathers and parade the streets or sit under the awnings of the estaminet and drink their extraordinary beer. At 10 the following day our party left Antwerp on foot for Boom, a flourishing town, about 15 miles' walk. The road is a long avenue of shaded trees meeting and forming an archway over head. Thriving little hamlets occur at every turning point; hamlets alive with bustling dames and noisy children, all fat, all hearty, all rosy and each the exact counterpart of the other. I doubt if their mothers can tell them apart. Everyone is at work, even the dogs who pull the market carts and not unfrcqneutly the owners, too. A SORRY EXPERIENCE. If you have never walked 15 miles at a Etretcb, don't expect to do it without feel ing pretty well fagged out Our invalid didn't She got so tired when a little more than half way that she fell to the ground, and only for the fact that there wasn't a railway in the vicinity wouldn't have stirred a step or made so much as an effort to go on. But one needs must when the Welsh doctor drives. Oh, how his Welsh ears must have burned that dayl He was an idiot, an ass. a fcol. a prig, everything bnt a Welsh doctor of distinction and repute! But Uoom came in sight at 6 P. M., and the TUvalid stumbled into the first cafe, and vowed she would stay there if it cost a frano a minute. They gave her some supper and put her to bed, where she slept for 12 hours without moving an inch or growling a growl, or anathematizing the Welsh doctor. Thus ended the first course of her treatment and the first day of her walk through Europe. Lillian Spencer. ALWAYS EEALY TO FIOHT. Characteristics of the Sakalava Warrior of the Madagascar. St Louis GlCbe-Democrat.1 The Sakalava warrior is a typical speci men of the dark-skinned tribes of Mada gascar. These tribes are very numerous, and people the entire west coast region and sections of the interior. They are separated from one another by forests, mountain ranges, extensive plains, rivers and other natural bonndaries, but are constantly en gaged in petty international fighting. A Sakalava able-bodied man would never think of venturing out of his own village unless fully armed, as hern shown, with an old flint-lock over his shoulder, one or more spears in the hand, a shield, a powder flisk, and last, but by no means least, strings of beads and charms around the neck or tied around the wrist The charms are most essential and are supposed to render the wearer invulnerable. The Sakalavas are slaves to superstitious fears, and regard one another with great suspicion. If stories are to be believed, they are so full of mistrust that they dare not wash both sides of their face at one time lest some foe should take them unawares. First one half of the face is rubbed and then the other, a method that admits of watchful observation by the eye left free. Of course, this is a story told in derision, and mnst be taken cum granosalis; but that they are completely victimized by ignorant belief in fetishes is quite notorious. How Brainy Actors Save Money. New York Star.: Actors on the rosd have the best plan for putting away their surplus cash where they cannot get at it easily that I know of. They get postoffice orders, payable to themselves in New York, and when the season' is' over and they are "resting," as the professional term is, these orders coma in extremely nanoy. ' 70$ l Sakalava Warrior. IN A SHOP WINDOW. Some of the Novel Ideas in Advertis ing Seen in Busy Gotham. A DREAMY-EYED Y0USG KNITTER. The Man Who Falls Candy Behind the Big Plate Glass of His Shop. TAIS OF ATTRACTIiNG THE PUBLIC rCOKnKSPOSDSNClE OP tub DISPATCH. New York, November 15, The shop windows of a great city present some curiously interesting sights. If you care to note these get off the Broadway tram at Forty-second street and sannter down the former thoroughfare. Do not be in a hurry. Keep your eyes open; not alone for the win dow shops, but for those too who cluster about them. Here is a little knot perhaps there is something here. Let us see. A young man sits in the show window knitting. He is a blonde young man, with a pale mustache and dreamy eyes. He sits upon a low and stubby sofa, one slender foot upon a small footstool, one slender leg thrown carelessly over the other slender leg and ten taper fingers rnstling the glittering steel through the soft woolen yarns of a house slipper. He looks like a young man a Sunday school young man, an entire church sewing society all by himself. Around him are slippers and shoes of various designs. A STAB ATTRACTION. Before him the children's noses are flat tened against the plate glass, and older people stop and smile at him from over their heads and others, as we do, pause to see what they are looking and smiling at, and make cruel remarks about his feet, satirize his pale mustache and variously comment upon his labor. But, bless you 1 he doesn't care. He is an advertisement He sees you and heeds you not He knits and knits and knits, all day long, and in the early evening. And as he knits he thinks. Wonder what he really thinks I Here is an automatic gentleman in a cigar show window not so far away from the knitting yonng man bnt that one sug gests the other in the guise of a Cuban planter. He is about two feet tall and is more grave and thoughtful in facial ap pearance than the other fellow, though he Impresses you as a bad man, satiated with excesses. He looks to the right, and he looks to the left, and slowly shutting and opening his eyes, elevates his brows con temptuously, places the cigarette between his lips, pulls on it, takes it away and per mits the smoke to curl upward from his wavy black mustache, as much as to say: "Well, gentlemen, you've stared at me long enough what do you think of me? If you don't'want to buy anything, better pass on." We pas3. CIGARS UNDER YOUR EYES. New we are right among the theater on "the Strand." A cigarmaker is working in a window here, advertising a G-cent cigar. It is not surprising that a good manypeople are curious to know of what the ordinary G-cent cigar is really made, so thi3 accounts for the audience usually in front. The cigarmaker is rather good looking and quite jolly, and has his own fun out of this crowd, as he nimbly rolls and presses and squeezes and trims the tobacco on his board. Every now and then he passes the jokes and quips back among bis fellows. A queer face or an odd figure in front strikes bis sense of humor at once, and his eyes twinkle and dance with fun when a brace of pretty women give him more than -.a passing glance as -they "often 'do. This window worker never goes out on a striker Not far away on the same side is a famous candy shop, and in its gorgeously lighted window every evening the candy puller weaves his sweet meshes around the fem inine heart. He walks up and down, swing ing the whitening folds over a hook and then letting the mass go down, down, down until every breath outside is drawn quicker for fear it will sweep the dirty floor, then catching it up deftly and swinging it on the hook again. A SACCHARINE SMILE. And his smile is intoxicating in its sweet ness the while, for he knows there is a clus ter of pretty girls just outside, and that no female, lrom 7 to 70 ever passes without looking in upon him. A little further ou is a glover's store. Here, in the early evening, is alwavs a little knot of curious people, mostly ladies. For in the window is a broad-shouldered French man in a blouse, as we see workmen of all kinds in Paris. He has a flat board in his lap, and is cutting out kid gloves and tack ing them together for the stitchers. With an expertness that comes of long practice the workman stretches the thin kidskin upon the board in such a manner that the most can be made of the piece, and rapidly notes the quality of the material. The skin is not of uniform thickness or quality, and must be cut so as to cet the good and bad in the right places. Then he is cutting those long fingered, long-sleeved.eight-buttoned affairs, perhaps, and a jumble of mysterious figures are before him. For they are for some met ropolitan beauty, and being made to measure. IMAGINATION IN A GLOVE. How many would-be Bomeos in that shifting crowd sigh as they slowly resume their stroll, thinking of the cheeks those same gloves may kiss. The exquisit palm and slender fingers that take shape under the keen knife of the glover they seem only fit for a child! And yet there is the swell of a lovely arm in the shapely tops. Still further down crowded Broadway is a dark-skinned Turk in slashed jacket and red fez, seated in a broad show window at the loot of a crude loom, weaving rugs. It is the representation of the process seen at Constantinople and you saw it at the Pitts burg Exposition. On "Union Square,near by, is the noted restaurant where, practi cally, all of this show window business began. The restaurant is an immense affair on the ground floor, with a cooking outfit in the big window. Oysters, slap jacks and biscuits are turned Out here for the hundreds of patrons, two men in spot less white aprons and paper caps officiating at the hot irons. In front of this window a large crowd blocks the 30-foot walk and is occasionally broken up by a policeman. Down town shoppers become suddenly hungry as they catch sight oi these window cooks at work and it must be admitted that no form of advertisement for this line of business could have a more practical effect. ADVERTISING A WIG. A more startling thing in the automatic line is the wig maker's sign on Sixth avenne. A man's head and shoulders conlront yonr gaze, and by a clever mechanical con trivance, which is invisible, the scalp of the dummy's head slowly rises, exhibiting a bald-headed Binner, as commonly seen on the front row at the spectacular drama, and as slowly settles in place again, representing a Christian gentleman of considerable moral severity. The first time you inadvertantly stumble across this your hair has a tendency to rise in unison with his, bnt the Indicrious contrast of a pan with hair and the same man without hair is enough to set things straight A short time ago one of the conspicuous features of a great shopping street was a man in full uniform armed with musket and bayonet, parading up and down the root. This was an advertisement of a photograph gallery. A boy in a downtown win dow folds and unlolds camp chairs during business hdurs for the entertainment of the patsersby and the advertisement of the article sold by the house that employs him. And it's no easy job. Chab. T. Mubbat. jjjjjiTriE LIGHT A NOVEL DEALING WITH LIFE IN LONDON AND EGYPT, WBirrB TOS TOE EISFa.TCUl BY RUDYARD KIPLING, Being the First Serial Story From the Fen of the Gifted Young Author of "Soldiers Three," and Many Other Popular Sketches of Army Experiences in India. SYNOPSIS OF PKEYIOTJS CnAITEKS. The story opens with a pictures of the Ufa of two orphans, Dick and Jlaisle. with Mrs. Jen nett in London. Many were their hardships and a plighted troth was the result of their com psnlonihip in misery. The scene then shifts to E;ypt daring the time Chinese Gordon was shut up In Knartoum. The hero Is now an artist, sketching the scenes for European illustrated jiur nals, and bis fast friend is Gilbert KTorpenhow. The column is attacked by Arabs, Dick is wounded and In his delirium calls for Maisie. CHAPTER III. So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more crniso with his buccaneers, To singe the beard of the Kiiig of Spain, And capture another dean of Jaen And sell him in Algiers. A Dutch Picture. The Soudan campaign and Dick's broken head had been some months ended and mended, and the Central Southern Syndi cate had paid Dick a certain sum on account for work done, which work they were care ful to assure him was not altogether up to their standard. Dick heaved the letter into the Nile at Cairo, cashed the draft in the same town, and hade a warm farewell to Torpenhow at the station. "I am going to lie up for a while and rest, said Torpenhow. "I don't know where I shall live in London, but if God brings us to meet, we shall meet. Are you staying here on the off chance of another row? There will be none till the Southern Soudan is re occupied by our troops. Mark that. Good by, bless you, come back when your money's spent, and give me your address." Dick loitered in Cairo, Alexandria, Is malia, and Port Said, especially Port Said. There is iniquity in. many parts of the THE CANVAS RIPPED AS TORPENHOTT'S BOOTED FOOT SHOT THROUGH IT. world, and vice in all, bnt the concentrated essence of all the iniquities and all the vices in all the continents finds itself at Port Said. And through the heart of that sand-bordered hell, where the mirage flickers all daylong above the Bitter Lakes, move, if you will only wait, most of the men and women you have known in this life. Dick established himself in quarters more riotous than respectable. He spent his evenings on the quay.aqd boarded many ships, and saw very many friends gracious Englishwomen with whom he had talked not too wisely in the veranda of Shephards' Hotel, hurrying war correspondents, skip pers of the contract troop Bhips employed in the campaign, army officers by the score.and others ot less reputable trades. He bad choice of all the races of the East and West for studies, and the advantage of seeing his subjects under the influence of strong excitement, at the gaming tables, saloons, dancing hells, and elsewhere. For recreation there was the straight vista of the canal, the blazing sands, the procession of shipping, and the white hospitals where the English soldiers lay. Dick strove to pen down in black and white and color all that Providence sent him, and when that supply was ended sought about for fresh material. It was a fascinating employment, bnt it ran away with his money, and he bad drawn in advance the 120 to which he was entitled yearly. "Now I shall have to work and starve 1" thought he, and was addressing himself to this new fate, when a mysterious telegram arrived from Torpenhow in En gland, which said, "Comeback, quick; you have canght on. Come." A large smile overspread his face. "So soon! that's good hearing," said he to himself. "There will be an orgy to-night I'll stand or fall by my luck. Faith, it's time it camel" He disposited half of his funds in the hands of his well-known friends, Monsieur and Madame Binat, and ordered himself a Zanzibar dance of the finest Monsieur Binat was shaking with drink, but madame smiled sympathetically: "Monsieur needs a chair, of course, and of course Monsieur will sketch; Monsieur amuses himself strangely." Binat raised a bine-white face from a cot in the inner room. "I understand," he quavered. "We all know Monsieur. Mon sieur is an artist, as I have been." Dick nodded. "In the end." said Binat, with gravity, "Monsieur will descend alive into hell, as I have descended." And he laughed. "You must come to the dance, too," said Dick. "I shall want you." "For my face? I knew it would be so. For my face? My God I and for my degra dation so tremendousl I will not Take him away. He is a devil. Or at least do thou. Celeste, demand of him more." The excellent Binat began to kick and scream. "All things are for sale iu Port Said," said madame. "If my husband comes it will be so much more. Eh, 'ow you call 'alf a sovereign." The money was paid, and the mad dance came off that night in a walled courtyard at the back ot Madame Binat'a house. The lady herself, in faded mauve silk always about to slide from her yellow shoulders, played the piano, and to the tinpot music of a Western walta the naked Zanzibari girls danced furiously by the light of kerosene lamps. Binat sat upon a chair and stared with eyes that saw nothing, till the whirl of the dance and the clang of the rattling piano stole into the drink that took the place of blood in hi veins, and his race glistened. Dick took him by the chin brutally and turned that face to the light Madame Binat leaned over her shoulder and smiled with Many teeth, Dick leaned against the wall and sketched for an hour, till the kerosene lamps began to smell, and the girls threw themselves panting on the hard-beaten ground. Then he shut his book with a snap and moved away, Einat plucking feebly at his elbow. "Show me," he whim pered. "I too once was an artist, even II' Dick showed him the rouzh sketch. "Am I that?" he screamed. "Will you take that away with you and show all the world that It is I, Binat?" He moaned and wept "Monsieur has paid for all," said madame. "To the pleasure of seeing Mon sieur again." - The court yard gate shut, and Dick hur ried up the sandy street to the nearest gambling hell, where he was well known. "If the luck holds, it's an omen; if I lose, I must stay here." He placed his money picturesquely about the board, hardly dar ing to look a't what he did. The luck held. Three turns of the wheel left him richer by 20, and he went down to the shipping to make friends with the captain of a decayed cargo steamer, who landed him in London with fewer pounds in his pocket than he cared to think abuut A thin gray fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England. "It's a cheerful wilderness, and it hasn't the knack of altering mnch," Dickthought, as he tramped from the docks westward. "Now, what must I do?" '-wr;iv. Ac-? The packed houses gave no answer. Dick looked down the long, Hghtless streets and at the appalling rush of traffic "Ob, yon rabbit-hutches!" he said, addressing a row of highly-respectable semi-detached resi dences. "Do you know what you've got to do later on? You have to supply me with men servants and maid servants" here he smacked his lips "and the peculiar treasure of kings. Meantime I'll get clothes and boots, and presently I will return and trample on you." He stepped forward en ergetically; he saw that one of his shoes was burst at the side. As he stooped to maka investigations a man jostled him into the gutter. "All right," he said. "That's an other nick in the score. I'll jostle yon later on." Good clothes and boots are not cheap, and Dick left his shop with the certainty that he would be respectably arrayed for a time, but with only SO shillings in his pocket He re turned to streets by the docks, and lodged himself in one room, where the sheets on the bed were almost audibly marked in case of theft, and where nobody seemed to go to bed at all. When his clothes arrived hesoughtthe Central Southern Syndicate for Torpenhow'a address, and got it, with the intimation that there was still some money owing to him. "How much?" said Dick, as one who habitually dealt iu millions. "Between 30 and 40. If it would b any convenience to you, of course we could let you have it at once, but we usually settle accounts monthly." "If I show that I want anything now, I'm lost," he said to himself. "All I need I'll take later on." Then, aloud, "It's hardly worth while, and I'm going into the country for a month, too. Wait till I come back and I'll see about it." "But we trust, Mr. Heldar, that you do not intend to sever your connection with u?" Dick's business in life was the study of faces, and he watched the speaker keenly. "That man means something," he said. "I'll do no business till I've seen Torpenhow. There's a big deal coming." So he de parted, making no promises, to bis one little room by the docks. And that day was the seventh of the month, and that month, he reckoned with awfnl distinctness, had 31 days in it It is not easy for a man of catholic taitel and healthy appetites to exist for 21 days oa SO shillings. Nor is it cheering to begin the experiment alone in all the loneliness of London. Dick paid 7 shillings a week for his lodging, which left him rather less than a shilling a day for food and drink. Naturally, his first purchase was of the ma terials of his craft: he had been without them too long. Half a day's investigation and comparison brought him to the conclu sion that sausages and mashed potatoes, twopence a plate, were the best food. Now, sausages once or twiee for breakfast are not unpleasant As lunch, even with mashed potatoes, they become monotonous. As din ner they are impertinent. At the end of three days, Dick loathed sausages, and, go ing forth, pawned his watch to revel oa sheep's bead, which is not as cheap as it looks, owing to the bones and the gravy. Then he returned to sausages and mashed potatoes. Then he confined himself entirely to mashed potatoes for a day, and was un happy because of pain in his inside. Then he pawned his waistcoat and his tie, and thought regretfully of money thrown away in time past There are a few things more edifying uuto art than the actual belly-pinch of hunger, and Dick in his few walks abroad he did not care for exercise; it raised de sires that eould not be satisfied found him self dividing mankind into two claaset
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