Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-16

art. The smoke is driven back, futtering
and struggling, in long serrated line,
toward the distant river. Just like a great
white phantom, is it not?"
COR an Irish banshee," suggested the
newspaper man;-"and harkl There goes
her screechr'
At that moment came the wild whistle of
a river steamer-weird and suggestive of
the spirit world sounding shrilly through
the bank of mist
"AhP'cried the senor, you are beginning
to be appreciated, my good Philistine! Is
not that your City Hall down there where
the gloom is deepest? I thought as much.
Over in the murky waves is Allegheny,
suppose; but we cannot see the City of
Parks just now. We cannot even see its
river! Let US turn to another window"
Turn they did, accordingly, but in that
direction the rain was heavier still, and it
blew in their faces with anything but
gentle kiss
"Did you ever have rheumatic fever.
senor?" asked the newspaper man, but the
Patagonian utterly ignored the observation.
He was already, like the city, deep in the
mist. "OVer the cold gray veil, :" he said,
''fash white puffs of smoke. They are the
white caps of this arial sea. Below us,
standing out clearly against the feeting
Cathedral. Grant street and Wylie avenue
brown Of roadway, and red of Sidewalk
stretch o. -.
AWAY INTO VAGUENEss.
'You cannot accurately discern the point
at which they become buried in mist, they
fade so gradually. We strain our ewes to
follow their course; but it is beyond our
ken. Other spires rise here and there, up
lifting the cross, against the demons of the
air, unmindful of the showers He hurls
upon them. Heavily laden wagons crawl
along the slippery streets, and the Iegions
of umbrellas look like bees a-swarming
'down at the crowded corners. And over
all dominate the glorious grays-worthy to
live upon the canvas of a Whistler!'
Il envy the man who can admire the
shadings of leaden colored cloud, in the
middle Of rain storm" observed the news
paper man.
''There is certain amount of beauty in
everything" cried the senior; ''and, if man
doesn't search for it, and find it, so much
the worse for himself Now for the east
window"
The newspaper man turned with aIacrity.
The wind was not blowing through the east
window; but the fog seemed to be heavier
here than in any other direction. Close be-
low, however, the Court House buildings
could be seen distinctly. The bright red Of
the roofs was comforting to the eye, after so
much somber coloring, and both the senior |
and his cicerone gazed gratefully upon it.
ut is an oasis in the desertr' said the |
newspaper man.
"a red oasis, quotha?" exclaimed De |
contemptuously. "What an |
Is it not curious, nv friend. that |
under all that mist, people are living warm |
and happy; living in luxury bene ath the |
shiny waves of that sea of mist?'
81 wish was we'll under it." the news |
paper man grumbled; "even at the risk of |
being considered curious
THE BEST MISTY VIEW OF ALL.
Tacitly they moved toward the southern
window. The weather had even begun to |
damp the spirits of the volatile senor He
made a last effort, however, and became
enthusiastic over the southern view.
THE roofs shine in the rain" he said
How powerful is this sun, which can pierce
through such fog as thisI Look where
hat darker streak winds across the gravI
That is the brown Monongahela, is it not?''
eyes," replied the other, ''and it is funny
hat it looks SO far away. Why, on a clear
lay, you can see it quite close. It then
ooks as though you could almost Jump into
t from this tower. In fact, this is a much |
oleasanter place on fine day. You should
Zee all the lovers that come up here then
whole shoals of Romeos and Juliets."
EASILY IMAGINED.
f'I can imagine il" said the Senior: "but
low would we could see Mount Washing
on; but that is impossible. Thither the
imoke-wreaths are hieing, sheeted specters,
,hostly hands, Fastening to the shores of the
broad, brown stream. Are they the spirits of
hose who are dying around us on every side.
loating away through the clouds. to cross
hat dismal Styx, which is darker far than
my river we wot of here? 1t is a ouaint
,onceit, to give life to these poor wreaths
which, after all, are but the ghosts of the
,oaI which men are burning. But this is mo
,lace to moralize. 1t is about time to de-
cend."
"I should think it was-quite time" said
he newspaper man; 81 am extremely glad
hat there are but four windows 10 the
owerl"
De Alcantara curled his lip, the true Cas-
ilian arch, and took last long look at the
og-wrapt city.
s'Pittsburg of the mists,'' be cried, "fare
het welli'' L have seen thee in the sunlight:
have seen thee in the gaslight; but. be-
ieve me, / like thee best as see thee nowP'
So saying, he drew his cloak about him
nd followed the newspaper man, who was
lready half way down the stairs
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