The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-12
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 OR, Annals of the PettigreVS.
BY DICK STEELE.
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Discretion may be the better part of valor, and large portion of the people of this world are long on discretion and short on valor. But it is equally true that description is not the better part of color. This is where the artist enjoys an advantage over the pure pen-text work man. A wildly executed picture of Mad ison street, Chicago, in the evening, look ing west from the baseball park to the River bridge would present a succession of animated scenes, equal, if not superior to any city in the Union.
 Westward from the river, on the same street, as far as Sang samon, the canvassed representation would breathe a spirit worthy of the pencil of Hogarth, the de- lineator of slum-life in London. East of the turbid river, on the Rue Madisone, between Michigan avenue and Market street, are located many of the most sub stantial business houses in Chicago, rest less with ever-throbbing commercial ac- tiyity. The ebb and flow of this human tide is as regularly marked as the charted currents of the ocean. Never is the street deserted, and often after six and before nine o'clock p. m., the crowds jostle each other in decidedly inconvenient juxtapo- sition.
 Here, from an early morning hour un- til long into the night, the fruit stand Italian and the fakirs of knives, cheap stationery, brass jewelry, suspenders, ther- mo.neters, ear-muffs, pencils, handker- chiefs, rules and toys ply their trade with varying success One particular ftsit, nut and candy stand on the corner of Madison street and Fifth avenue is ic active commercial eruption day and night. The proprietors, of whom there are two reliefs, ne'er "close up shop" but run all night beneath the glare of fam ing torch. When the Wild winds howl and the rains beat upon the perishable stock, they spread broad tarpaulln over the sweetmeat emporium, and bravely defy the elements.
 The electric light swinging high on the yard arm above a mammoth clothing house on the corner of Madison and Cl ark streets, looks from afar like a planet of the first magnitude perilously near the earth. At night, looking south on Clark street, one can see the twinkling side. lamps on the carriages in line upon the hackstand in front of the Government building. How busy and wide awake is State, even as far south as Twenty-second street, and by contrast, how dark, lone some, grim and gruesome is Dearborn street with its banks, law and real estate offices closed early in the evening, sub dued, decorous and respectable. The buildings themselves keep good hours, whether their occupants by day are at virtuous homes, sleeping the sleep of the just, or prowling among the purlieus of vice in the glittering companionship of the soiled, the sinful and ungodly.
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 The coat collar of the speaker stood up around his ears like the circular walls of a new factory chimney just rising from its foundation. The coat-walls reached nearly to the top of the drivers head. A broad strap was circled around his form, long boot tops climbed above his knees and Scotch cap pulled well down over his eyes completed his attire.
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 The party addressed, standing ia front of large candy house with national reputation, turned irresolutely, and as his features fell into the glare from the show window, an acquaintance would have re- cognized them as belonging to no less distinguished character than Don Web foot Pettigrew, who. in our previous open ing chapter, played the star part of parrot to his brother Judson's monkey.
 Whether the gilded youth had pre- viously decided to adopt this popular mode of convey ance is not at all certain. Perhaps the suggestion of the driver in- spired half-forgoten resolve, but be that Is it may, Don Webfoot Petngrew delib- erately entered the narrow confines of the