Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-02
little tramway running on q shelf through
the intervening pantry.

A small electric motor turned the ice
cream freezer, sawed wood and pumped
water from the great house cisterns. which
proved after all the best way of supplying
pure water to private homes in the country.
1t was remarkable that IN all my adventures
in the pleasant region did not once hear a
woman complain OF a weak back, or of
trouble with her hired help. The void left
| by the disappearance of these two good old
topics from conversation is not to be imap-
| ined.
Do you know the strangest thing l came
across IN my dream was q boarding house
where people were almost comfortable? Il
was the outgrowth and eonsummation Of
the new order OF things. For instance, the
parlor one was shown into was not stuffy,
dark or in hldeous taste. Absolutely the
windows were down at the top, and the
shades, set below the head of the sash. did
not quite keep out all the air and light ap-
proachable. There were no soiied lace cur
taius dragging half yard on
the ground to be stepped on,
no bric-a-brae from auction stores to give
one bad dreams, but there were plenty Of
matches in safety holder decent writing
table and wastebasket in each room. The
| dreadful, tall, carved bedsteads with high
headboards. and the bureaus with drawers
each side the glass had all been shipped to
the source Of the Gulf Stream or off by
Tristan d. Acunha and sunk where they
| never would rise again or if they did would
be fioated off to the Greenland whale There
were the lightest bedsteads and toilet tables
one could sit at to dress ones hair, big mir
rors and washstands, aud, triumph of refine
| ment!
\ LOTS OF BATH TUBS
Nobody ever thought Of using another
persons bathtub any more than he did his
tooth-mug. The silYer-plated, polished tub
/ in its leather case in the closet formed one
of the pieces of each travellers baggage.
| There was no satin brocatelie and machine
veneer in the parlor, no furniture paint
ings," but there were six clean towels a day
and the bed-linen changed twice week,
! and mattresses aired as often. You went TO
market before breakfast, ordered what you
fancied, and the house served it for you at a
fixed sum a week. What one preferred he
had, and no comments made. Ii you
| wanted wheaton grits instead of printers
| paste of oatmeal no landlady looked Gu
| cumbers and vinegar at you for daring to
own such an out-oi-the-way taste. When
you liked beef well-dOne nobody persisted
IN sending it to you bleeding. and 1 did not
once hear the phrase about ''giving so much
trouble" once in any boarding house during
my sojourn. 1t seemed sometimes as il
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shown the boarders as to the kitchen maid,
who as we all know is the first person in
house of to-day. And in those boarding
houses people very seldom had to be re-
minded their bills were due.
CARE OF THE FOODS.
The markets of that country were trans
formation OF our ideas. People had begun
to learn that mans food had a great deal
to DO with his quality as a man, and were
\ careful accordingly. The markets where the
| new food was exposed to absorb any and
| every exhalation were literally as clean as
the Kitchens to which tine food was next
conveyed, No heaps of decayIng offal were
allowed to taint the air and be taken up by
| the sides of beef and tubs of butter close BY.
| The meat markets and butter markets we're
| totally apart from each other, and butter
being the readiest substance to taint in the
world, its place was kept clean as dairy
mean private dairy, not creamery. All
| the butter and cheese were kept from each
other in glass cases and the former was
never sampled with the fnger-nails
| of customer. The meats were kept
clean, cool and dry as possi-
BILE, and the trimmings from these and the
| fruit stalls were removed as fast as made, to
be swept off by the pneumatic carrier as
carefully as if it were so much gold dust.
/
bankments. There it grew public vineyards
and small fruits of the earliest and latest
crops, according as they were on the north
and south slopes of the cutting. 1 was told
| that these banks and terraces were often
| leased for a considerable sum by culturists,
who grew the finest crops with the aid of the
market fertilizers. 1t was beautiful to ride
through series OF garden views along the
railways, the walls of earth draped with
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cutting, or the Hyde Park station on the
Old Colony line. Every ounce OF waste, as
the market men phrased it, was hustled
of the face of the earth and into it as fast as
possible.
LAYING OUT NEW TOWNS.
1t was interesting to see the new towns
laid out where the steam pillow ditched and
drained every rood the first thing, and
plowed and pulverized the soil a twelve
month before spade was driven into it, to
leave it in the healthiest condition. A
damp cellar would have spoiled the lease OF
a house as surely as if a case of smallpox
had been in it. No green, stagnant ponds
were ever seen on the outskirts of villages,
| or any mounds of rubbish. There was no
| rubbish any more, for it was all straightway
worked up into fresh use and comeliness.
| The factories burned their own smoke; they
| could not afford to waste it, and they FL
tered all their waste water for the chemicals
| it held in solution. No streams ran purer
| than those which passed the Massachusetts
| and Rhode Island factories, where the sea
trout and mackerel came gaily in season as
| they used in colonial days, when a cat could
walk across Taunton river on the backs Of
| the fish. The factories were so picturesque
! with their lawn-like yards and towers hung
| with ivy, their Italian loggias and awnings
4kot H0r odi of
delphla Art Club. You can see something
like this improvement in the mills at Nor
walk, Conn.,, already, if you go down the
New England Road.
The end of this adventure came about in
the proposal of an oldest inhabitant to cut
down tree several years older than himself
because it was in the way of a new road.
The idea raised such protest from the Sc
lectmen and taxpayers that it awoke me
with a start The ferry boat was at the slip,
| and had bumped against the wharf with
such force as to throw a baby out of its
mothers arms into the water, sent several
women flying into arms not intended for
them, and set the carriage horses rearing
and plunging. There was the usual smell
of bilge water and black mud, a din of
street cars and traffic, and realized that the
time OF making things pleasant had scarcely
begun. But a stranger looked kindly across
the way. an unknown woman picked up a
parcel with sweet courtesy, big policeman
said ''This way for the Sixth avenue line"
with good-natured smile, boy was selling
Bon Silene roses, six for quarter, and one
felt as if there was hope of the pleasant time
in the next 25 years. SHIRLEY DARE.
Noteworthy Exception.
From the KImball, South Dakota, Graphic.7
While the columns of the Graphic are
open to any and all unobjectionable adver-
tisements, yet it is quite impossible for us to
speak knowingly OF the various articles of