Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-06-02

whether itcould have any possible connec-
ton with the birth of the baby, or with that
other mystery of unspeakable sorrow, when
the elaborate door is thrown open to let out
the sweet little ray of sunlight that will
never come back again.
THIS GENERATION AND THE PAST.
San Antonio has her Generals, her Col
onels and Msjors-nothing beneath in titles
worth mentioning gentlemen who stalk
about heavily with canes, their old-fash-
ioned neeks manacled in old-fashioned
stocks; they bow stifiy, and make one think
that they were born grown up; men who, in
ordinary moments say Eyes, sir, /" with en-
phasis, and in moments not ordinary, Eyes,
sir, by Cad, sir" They live in the memory
of the good old days, and one feels glad to
have BEN born later. But it is pleasure
to meet them, they loom over one and i'm
press us with the dignity of the old school
and the importance of a small part of the
human race when civilized.
And then, too, she has her brisk man Of
business in a Derby hat and cutaway coat
Think of Quaker in a Derby, and stiff
shirt collar with brilliant necktie and a
diamond pinl
Then there is the Mexican in one scale.
but whom we shall no doubt find further on
in several scales, considered from a social
standpoint. Here be is serene and moves
slowly IL ancient ruts, out of which he may
be neither coaxed nor dragged. His ambi-
tlon seems limited to acquiring daily liv-
ing peddling pecan candy, temallas and
chele con carne. He looks pleadingly out
of his great dark eyes and greets you with
conciliatory smile-a remnant, perhaps. is
that look Of the hospitality that character
lied at least one side of the house of his an
cestors not quite four centuries ago.
THE SOUTHERN MAN OF COLOR.
And then there is the colored brother,
with the dearly bought prize that was pre-
sented to him and which, unfortunately, be
seems unable to manage, and we seem as
weak as he in the solution of the problem.
There is something of the old Difference lin
gering about the aged ones that has nothing
of servility in it. 1t seems to me as cordial
under the present gray hairs, as under the
white ones of fnearly half a century ago. 1t
may be the dignity of Unborn politenesss, only,
but that is always beautiful. It cannot pos
sibly detract from ones self respect or
lower ones standing to yield one-ha1f of the
narrow sidewalk to another passing by, But
the gallant young fellow in a red nee kite
and cane does not so consider it. He trtsads
the earth as though it were created for his
especial behoof and he has no hesitation in
crowding the white stranger into the mid;
it is done with an air of lordly indiferen ce
that ceases to be annoying because it is lu-
dicrous.
The ancient negro seems to consider his
rights assured, the young one that he is only
on the threshold of their attainment, and
hence, in his mind, every white man is
eager to dispute his claim. He seems to
cultivate a life of defiance and aggressive \
~ Il any of the tact that made the
Iay of his father smoother than |
ind his. What he considers /
may never reach, while su-
,ossible to him outside of the |
parlor. 1t may perhaps be
ach him, in the course of time,
/ hindrance to his rise is him.
seems imbued with the same
Adam that tinctures the rest of
avs someone else rather than
opIt is to blame for all errors.
have Ir-..zyet failed to observe that when
a man made himself needed, the place was
ready for him.
Much of the attractiveness of everyday |
life, as well as its misery and the droll incl
dents, are made up of contrasts. I doff my
black feltto Miss Blanche and Mr. Abraham
Lincoln Carroll, whom I encounter in an
early morning stroll. 1 take off nv hat
with purpose when I learn the young
3ady's name-there is barely shade differ
ence IN the color-one is a dead black and
the other shines. Miss Blanche is 8 years
old, perhaps, the bearer of a >eorncoh doll
and Of little else, the wea' sr not being
cool. Young Mr.. Carroll a rollicking
grin and the ways of the gamin, and