The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-19

| A1AANAA1 AA4 0t4@8SAA nun tA At<0AU bie style. His skelehons, not one, but a dozen, dance ghostly minucs around him on all sides, and grin in the ahastli- est way when by any possibility they touch his opulens elbow. He knows they are there and that there is no getting rid of them, but he thinks nobody else knows it. He knows, too, that the day will come when they will break out and rattle their ugly bones wickedly before the world; they will clank down the street before every envious eye telling his or- rid secrets to the world, He kno~s it, but in a hopeless way be tries not to think of it, and so puts on his calm, self assured mask and goes into the temple while the otganist is executing his most soul-stiE- ring improvisation. And that woman, walking by the side of tall and self. pos sessed manl She is pretty and smiling but she actually hears her skeleton halt his fleshless feet close behind her. And the self-possessed man hears something that nobody else hears, too. it is his skeletons terrible gyrations.
 Inside the churches there Is stained glass, repose, pious eclat, style, grace of one kind at least, some humility, some contrition, some devout worshipers, good music and usually good doctrine.
 In Central park, when the day is fair, the visitors are counted by thousands The animals in the menagerie lack not for company. They are stared at, talked to and commented upon until they even wish that they were dead. At 4 o'clock there is music on the mall. All New York, apparently, is there to hear it. The immense throng of people is composed of all degrees in the social scale. Yet it is as decorous in its behavior as a Sum- day-school picnic.
 Somehow the idea gains here that every one has right to dispose of his Sunday as he plesses with due regard to the rights of bis neighbors and the repose of society. The age has said that idle ness is not rest. Rest is recreation, says the sentiment of the times; aud so we have our Sunday excursions, and our freedom to do as we will with ourselves
 In the afternoon, Fit,h avenue is a moving mass almost from the park to Fourteenth st eet. There may be seen representatives of almost every outwardly respectable type in New York in their best clothes. They are moving in both walking, walking, ceaselessly walking. Some are there to show them. selves and their attire Others to look a, everybody else. What mass of moving people. On, on surges the great crowd Part of 1t moves norlhward. part threads it's way toward the south Until the shades of sunset come F fth avenue is full
 At the hotels the day is marked by button-hoie bouquets on the walters and greater gravity ip the diping-room. A, the boaroing-houses there IS more so- ciability in the parlor, better fare on the table and better clothes on the boariers
 The newspapers go long ways toward helping the city through the Sunday They arc bigger and better than usual are filed with columns of excellent liter ature, crisp paragraphs, and all the news of two continents, from Mrs. LangtTy's newest necktie and the most eminen, swell at Long Branch to the latest Nlhil- istic rumor and the workings of the political machine.
 And how very closely the man of busi- ness reads his Sunday paper. He is economical of time on secular" days and rushes through it ~i'h business lik. haste. But on Sunday he is not hurried d and takes liberal slice of the day for his morning paper. He has long ago over come his prejudice against Sunday pa pers- He considers thenf as necessary as his food and clean linen.
 The squalid part of the city takes iis Sunday in its own way. It devotes the day to doing up its domestic bra wing and fighting, its extra drinking and swear ing. lt hangs over its back fences or sits on its dilapidated front doorsteps and exchanges insults with it's neighbors.
 Watch the boats as they glide away from the different piers nearly every hour. They are filled to the last square inch. A. a little distance they look like great white hives covered with bees.
 | In small places unused to large crowds such compact mass of human beings IS regarded as inviting disaster. New York is so accustomed to multitudes that dan ger and astonishment are both ruled out There is no disorder as the big proces- sion pours over the gang way plank, get ting on board or off. The guard asserts himself by contin nuallv urging them to step along lively" Each soul does his or her utmost to get over as quickly as possisle-nobody cares to finger and mediate on a gangway plank-but this co instant nagging is the worthy official s method of tes,ifying to his own efficiency.
 An air of exhilaration pevades the boat. The expectancy of pleasure shines from every face. Not the eager, aston ished look of people about to partake of something enjoyable for the first time, but the comfortable expression, which comes from knowing just what is b, fore one and knowing that it is pleasant. There is repose even in the great crowd The restless spirits are wedged in and can't move about. Pretty faces look out from under coeuettish hats. Dlgni6ed mstrons rustic in soft silks. Babies of all sizes and compilations are there. Even the pampered poodle gets his Sunday ex-