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MOVING SIDFWALI Tf IT ING AI PARIS FAIkR
Every One Likes to Toy With It--One Can Even Take Lessons in French on the Traveling Strips. Just as at the exhibition of 1889 the g'eat thing was to mount the Eiffel ;tower, so now the universal movement 'is to roll around the circle of the Trot itoir roulant. They waited hours in those old times for their turn at the tower's lift, but there is no waiting for the Trottoir roulant, or the plate ,form mobile, or the moving sidewalk, as it indifferently is termed. Imagine exactly what it is-a sidewalk built !twenty feet above the ground, pro tected on each side by railings, with steps to climb up to it at short inter tvals. From below it looks like an ele vated railroad. And this elevated side w"alk continually is moving in an end -ess circuit round its course, which Ing as a Swedish count, and worthily. He says it is to practice his French conversation. He finds the moving sidewalk a great convenience. ENJOYED PRISON LIFE. One of Dickens' Martyrs Returns to HnL Old Home. "Dickens, in his "American Notes," described one Charles Langheimer delving in his little garden outside his eastern penitentiary cell and the thought coming to him that the man was digging his own grave, says toe Philadelphia Times. He further wrote of him: "A more dejected, heart-brok en, wretched creature it would be diffi helmer was 80 ye:ars of age and free of prison and without a penny in his pocket and almost too feeble to steal, he either reached the conclusion or was advised that he had better end his days peacefully in the almshouse,where he would be taken good care of. He was given an order of entrance to that institution and went there and was treated with extra consideration. He remained there but two days, when he wal::ed out, traveled to the Eastern penitentiary, called upon Warden Cas sidy and with a broken voice and with tears in his eyes begged that kindly official to let him die in his old cell. His wish was granted and there a few days later he breathed his last, but mr_ ___mmJmm~1 __________C~HhM M S'T ONON H5BfI O1r THE IT4VA.L ES L ` takes up the center of the grounds. There are no stops, no starts. As lfast as the crowds pile in it receives them. It has not yet found its limit the packed standing room around its entire surface. The length of the sidewalk is 3,370 rneters (one meter equaling 3.3 feet), and its total moving width is 2.8 men ters, which makes a total surface of 0,436 square meters. As four adlults to the square meter is considered a liberal non-crowding average, "37,741 iersons might move around with the ttrottoir at the same time. The company that operates it has put a notice up: "The payment of one tare of 50 centimes entitles visitors to one trip only round the sidewalk." at is a dead letter. Old ladies even bring their folding camp stools and sit calmly taking in the panorama. Indeed, there is no better way to get a quick view of the fair. Here we pass the Rue des Nations. Walking with the platform one seems to stride past the national pavilions in seven-leagued !boots. The effect is curious. Then if you walk against it, you stand still with respect to the outside world. As everybody must have read by this time, the moving side walk moves with two different speeds. The right-hand strip goes at the rate of a stroll. The left band strip goes at the rate of somethimng more than a brisk walk. If you have walked ahead of your party you have only to step on to the slow strip and they will soon roll up and overtake you. Or you may step on to the sta tionary strip, when they will seem to come rolling twice as fast. Some peo ple like to ride standing still. The nervous man who likes to walk a little now and then has only to step on the slow strip to stroll on beside his stand ing friends. Few people can resist the temptation thus to play with the side walk. The little children jump from combination to combination, squal Ing ecstatically. The girls-great big girls-are almost as bad. Hopping from strip to strip, preserving their center of gravity by candid clutches at utter strangers, skipping back and forth with engaging abandon, these lively ones realize much of the tourist's preconceived ideal of tihe Parisienne, frolicsome and coquettish. We saw a fine case of this natural mistake come rolling down from the Esplanade des Invalides. They were two Ameri can girls in spite of their disguise, a dab of Paris rouge and hats and gowns that might be thought too gladsome at home. The men were obviously duffers of the better sort, and their small knowledge of the language did not warn them that the "Parisiennes" were also crippling it. "Et vous amiez rotre beau Paris-we caught the ques $ion and the answer--"Et vous amies les Parisians?"-"Tres beaucoup!" And we could see the fraudulent little Par Isiennes turn their heads to smile at the deception. Why is it every Amer Ican girl in Paris wishes to pose, for a tittle while, as a Parisienne? Our men sever do it. When they give false na tionalities they choose by preference the English or the Scandinavian. One 'of my young friends from Pittsburg- 'ot unknown in the coal business Fhas the mania of making acquaintances land dates off-hand. This a'ternoon, na the moving sidewalk, he was pox cult to imagine. I never saw such a picture of forlorn affliction and dis tress of mind. I never saw or heard of any kind of misery that impressed me more than the wretchedness of this man." That was in 1841. In 1870 Dick ens died. In 1885 Langheimer was still alive. But that is not all of the tale. When the novelist saw the Ger man thief he was servinmg his second term of imprisonmtent in the peniten tiiary. After that he served twelve more, fourteen in all, in the same in stitution. The narrator onrce saw him ini the quarlter setssions after he had ieen sentenced to al brlf imprison ment In the county prison. With tear:; pouring down his cheeks lihe begged to be sent back to the penitentiary, even tlhough his time had to be doubled. His request was granted. When Lang not as a convict. Solitary confinement that permits people to die of old age cannot be such a dreadful thing. Skipping the Hlope as a (ure. Slilpping rope exercises for middle aged gentlemen affected with "liver" or indigestion is the latest alleged medical fad to which the humorists of the press have directed their atten tion. The London correspondent of the Gazette asserts that this novel form of adult exercise is being used on rainy mornings as a substitute for the mile and a half run before break fast. which has been prescribed by a Wi si end physician as a remedy for that condition of the liver which in London is due to want of outdoor ex ercise and late hours, hard work and had air. There are professional men ON THE GOLF LINKS. .4, ** " ýý *** i and others who take their run in tht park before breakfast every fine morn. ing and who bless the good physician who discovered this simple way of re storing health. Its effects in some cases have been marvelous. By "run" is not meant a sharp walk, but actual running.-Birmingham Gazette. VANDERBILT TO W D. lirs Bride-to-l*e Is Wealthy and of an Ancient Family. An important society event at somq still undeterminate date will be thi marriage of Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt head of the Vanderbilt millions, and Miss Elsie French, whose engagement was recently announced. Young Van. derbilt was born in 1877, and graduated from Yale in 1899. He was making a tour of the wo-id, and had reached Japan when his father died. Return ing home, he folind that his father had passed by his 'eldest son, Cornelius J., and had left the entire fortune of $100,000,000 to himself. Very gener ously, however, Alfred Gwynne disre garded this arrangement, and turned over some $7,000,000 to his brother. This action was a noble one. A family feud over the distribution of the Van derbilt interests would inevitably have affected many innocent persons who were interested in Vanderbilt proper ties. It seemed proper and correct enough to settle all dispute by giving away a king's ransom, but how many young men are there just out of college who could have done it so quickly and so gracefully. Alfred Gwynne is a modest young man, and is said to have inherited the Vanderbilt genius for finance. Young Vanderbilt inherited the Vanderbilt millions in accordance with the traditions of the family. At the death of old Commodore Vander bilt, the founder of the family, the bulk of his fortune passed to his son, Will iam H. Vanderbilt, who was said to have inherited about $70,000,000 at the age of 56. When William H. Vander bilt died he left the bulk of his fortune to his eldest son, Cornelius, who in herited about $80,000.000 at the age of 42. And now Alfred Gwynne has in herited $100,000,000 from his father, the latter cutting off the elder son be cause of his marriage, which dis pleased his father. His bride-to-be is a daughter of the late Ormond French, who was tenth in descent from Edward French, one of the founders of Ips wich, Mass., in 1630. She is an heiress in her own riliht, nd is an athletic young woman, with a fondness for sailing, riding. swim, ming and tennis. She was a playmate of her future hus band in her childoond, and is 21 years old. Friend of George Eliot. A friend and correspondent of "George Eliot" has just died in Aus tralia at the age of 82. She was Mrs. E. F. Hughes, the wife of a pioneer colonial journalist and poet. In early life she and George Eliot were close friands and frequent visitors at each others' houses. In Australia she re ceived many letters from the famous novelist, and she was fond of nar rating the incidents of their English companionship. STNE PLOOR WAKE[T. I" "All the world was Adam once, With Eve by his side!" -Jean Ingelow. He was undeniably a credit to the establishment. No other floorwalker in the house of -Twist & Taffeta, was sc majestic of stature, so magnificent o01 mien, so clarion of voice, so authori tative of manner, so dictatorial o01 speech as Alexander McGregor Mc Tavish. It was quite a treat to see him come striding down the main aisle, his portly person in its well fitting black garments and immacu late linen, its tall collar and its min isterial tie, a reproach to those garbed with less scrupulous attention tc the details which we are assured make perfection. His method of deal ing with the sales people was mon archical in its decision and finality. Hesitation was unknown to him. A thing was right or it was wrong. From his dictum precisely and pompously delivered, there was no appeal. That he might possibly be guilty of an er ror of judgment never entered his head. There were those in the store who wondered if it were not likely that he dictated the policy of the firm to the heads thereof. They had a vague idea of the humble manner in which his deliberate decisions would be accepted. But it was chiefly in con trolling the young women clerks that his executive supremacy was made plain. He listened to their statements with head gently inclined, wih noble brow overshadowed by meditative consideration, with the sweeping ges ture of one large, white hand empha sizing his final opinion and instruc tion. "I find it easy to control the female sex," he once confided to his partiou lar friends, the European lace buyer and the head:l of the silk stock. "I have made a study of it in my own home. Until reaching-we will say the me ridian of life," here he rubbed the bald spot on his head with a tentative fore finger, "I resided with my mother. In all things she deferred to me. When it pleased providence to remove her I went to live with my sister. Her hus band occasionally intimated that he considered my course autocratic. I succeeded even there in making my will law. Now that I am at the headl .4c .ýýhr1I,1i i" 1 of my own household it is an acceptec fact-accepted, I mean, by Mrs. Mc Tavish, that I must rule absolutely I permit no invasion of my rights. I allow no dictatorial suggestions. I in. sist upon the unfailing compliance du( to me as head of the house. One mis take in this matter, gentlemen, is fa tal. P rmit a woman to find you obedient once and you are no longe, king in the domestic realm. Some evening, gentlemen, I hope to enter tain you in my abode, that there you may have existent proof of how a home is conducted when under the supervision of a man who admits of no contradiction-permits no advice!" Mr. Dobson looked at Mr. Geer. Mr. Geer looked at Mr. Dobson. "I-I think I was rather lenient dur ing the life of Mrs. Geer," said the head of the silk department. "I shall surely profit by your wis dom when I decide to seek matrimon ial felicity," declared the lace buyer. "Come up any night-any night at all gentlemen!" urged Lne Mclavish cordially. "My tastes are domestic. I am always at home in the evening generally lying on the lounge enjoy ing a good cigar while my wife reads the paper to me or plays minor music to soothe my harassed nerves!" He put his thumbs in the armholes of his white duck vest and sent a com placent look around. "Delightful!" mused Mr. Geer. "Heavenly!" commented Mr. Dob son. "Walk right in and holler!" instruct ed Mr. McTavish. "My wife knows that my guests are to be made wel come whenever they appear. Smoke if you wish. Try a glass of cool beer. A man's house is his castle, and he's the lord of it! That's my motto, gen tlemen!" The gentlemen sighed enviously. It was not everyone who was such a lucky dog as McTavish. A :2 one close, sultry July night they boarded a Met ropolitan train and went out to his house. They found it easily, a pleas ant, colonnaded mansion of colonial aspect set back from the street in the shade of some mature maples. The hall door stood ajar. Mr. Geer pressed the electric button. No one came. Mr. Dobson then pressed the button. Still no response. Mr. Geer patted his cra vat. Mr. Dobson straightened his new straw hat. "Maybe they're out!" he suggested. "No, I hear voices. Try again." Mr. Dobson tried again-and with out ruccess. "Suppose we walk in," he said. "They're so informal, I suppose it would be all right." "Certainly." So they went in. The front room was dark. The dining-room in the rear was, however, brightly lighted. And there the lace buyer and the silk man saw some curious process of in itiation in the course of accomplish ment. Mr. McTavish stood beside the table, from which he and his wife had evidently just risen. She was a little bit of a fair-haired woman whose head did not reach his shoulder. She was tying a blue-checked apron around the great girth of his Falstafflan waist. "The idea of that girl going off with out a moment's warning!" They could hear her shrill but sweet little voice in indignant comment. "Now, Alec, do be careful with those new glasses! Those first, then the silver, then the dishes. And don't drain the glass or silver. Wipe them right out of the hot water-hot, remember! Here, stand still!" She stepped on a stool to tie another apron around his neck. Now take off your cuffs and pull up your shirt sleeves. There-that will do. The last time you washed the dishes you nicked one of the Haviland plates. I don't want that to happen again. You understand?" "Yes, dear!" Was that meek reply made in the voice of the lordly McTavish? "Get me that low rocker out of the study-the one with the cushions. Yes -that. And where did you leave the evening paper? How forgetful you are getting to be! It's in your coat pocket -thanks. Turn out the gas range. The water must be boiling." Mrs. McTavish sank into the rocker with the cushions. Mrs. McTavish put her slippered feet on a hassock arnd settled herself to read. Mr. McTavish, with one apron secured over his swel ling bosom and another dangling around his black broadcloth legs, be gan to remove the dishes with a skill and deftness which would have done credit to a trained Ethiopian. Five minutes passed-five minutes during which the silk man sat with his handkerchief crammed into his month. and the lace buyer, writhing in an ecstacy of silent mirth, gave him mute but eloquent digs in the ribs. The silk man gasped, "Alec!" The clatter of dishes was momen tarily suspended. "Yes, lovey!" "I think I hear the baby. You fix his bottle and take it up. Two-thirds milk, one-third water, and a half-tea spoon of sugar. You know how. Take it up to him right away!" A few min utes later the stairs creaked under the tread of the gallant floor-walker. "He wasn't awake," he said. returning. "Awful hot night, isn't it?" He paused beside his wife's chair. He wiped his flushed forehead. She lifted her serene little face and nodded. "Yes. When the dishes are done go up to the drug store and bring me down an orange phosphate. While you are there you'd better telephone to dear mother. I shall want her to take care of the baby while I go to the Rest Cure Convention for Overtaxed Wives. O, by the way, when you see your brother John tell him the next time he comes here he must leave his cigars at home. My curtains are almost ruined." "Just as you say, sweetness!" "And Alec-what's that?" She had dashed up, dropping the pa per. Both turned frightened faces to ward the front room. "Burglars!" she panted. The next instant she hat' dashed to the sideboard, grabbed something out of a drawer, thrust it into her hus band's hand, and pushed him before her. "Shoot!" she screamed, and touched the electric button. Instantly the par lor was flooded with light. And two giggling, aghast, middle-aged men stood, crimson-faced, and with frantic arms upflung, before the host and his wife. "Geer! Dobson!" gasped McTavish. There was an appalling silence. "These are friends of yours, Alex ander!" The voice of little Mrs. Mc Tavish was crisp and cold as a moun tain torrent. "Il "t customary for them to enter residences without intimation? Perhaps it would be better if you were to entertain them around the corner. I am going upstairs to my innocent child." She went. McTavish entertained them around the corner after he had duly removed his aprons. They lined up by the bar. The floorwalker drank more than was good for him. The silk man laughed all the way back to the city. The lace buyer looked solemn. He had been keeping his eye on the blonde girl in the chiffons, and now domestic bliss "I'll be hanged if I know whether-" "Whether what?" asked the silk man. "O-nothing! Here's my corner. Now, what the devil are you laughing at?" That night he dreamed of the girl in the chiffons. She had the locks of Medusa. Her eyes glared balefully. She wielded a broom-stick in one mus cular hand.-Chicago Tribune. Cowboy Artist. Montana has developed a "cowboy artist" in the person of Charles M. Russell, who has done some excellent work with the brush and pencil. His pictures are all of frontier life. The coal production of the world amounted to 60,000,000 tons for the year 1898.