Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-12

bystanders invite his driver down for a
thrashing. A policeman interferes, and the
cabman drives sulkily on. The 'busses
come along, crowded inside and out with
passengers, and have to fight their way
through. Smart fellows on the roof IRON
ically ask "AVe you seen the Shah?" AT
which general groan goes up, and some
one importunes the other passengers to
''throw i'm down till we murders i'm"
There, are many women in the crowd,
most of them with babies in their arms.
and they discuss the Shah with democratic
freedom.
"Why, Mrs. wilkins" says one, "my
Dan tells me has e 'as three hundred
wivrs!'
"Ho! the hold beastP' chorus her COM
psnions in virtuous indignation.
"Hif e as three 'undred wives. hand
still lives" remarks cynical looking gen.
tleman smoking black pipe, "'e's hevi-
IDENTIFY hangel hand not beast"
The ladies turn up their noses in scorn,
and one says:
YOU'D be has bad has i'm, hif you honly
'ad the chance"
"Ardlyl" replies the cynical gentleman,
"Aot hif hi knows myself. One wife Ill do
me, thanks. Hi finds one great plenty. I"
HERE HE CoMEsl
Now cheering is heard in the distance,
and with it music is borne to our ears.
Ere e comes!' Everybody shouts, and
we all crowd forward as one man and sew
eral women to the roadway. The mounted
policemen ride up and down, imploring US
to stand back, while those on foot join hands
and strive to hold us in check. The music
draws nearer, the cheering grows louder and
finally, with drums and flies and banners
haki fho hah huf
ment of the Salvation Army; singing with
more vigor than melody,
"Ho, won't you come halong-o'-me,
Halong-o'me halong.o'-
Ho. won't you come halong-o'-me,
Halong-o'me to 'eaven?"
The crowd boots and groans and cheers,
but they pay no heed, and soon get a ring
formed, and their vociferous praying and
singing mlngles with the general din. Soon
two large vans come along, in which are
piled score or two of heavy trunks. It is
the Shah's baggage.
"There's is diamond cases." cries a wag,
and the'crowd laughs again. After them
come half a dozen carriages filled with
chocolate colored Perslans in high black
conical hats, members of his suite. We hear
more music, more cheering. Surely this must
be he. But no; it is, as the banner tells us,
the East London Temperance Association,
with II members, brave in sashes, and a
martial band. The crowd cheers ironically
and groans heartily. Half hundred voices
joins in the song Lonner the comedian
sings in "Faust Up to Date:
gave drink halong-o'-meI What won't you?
You don't drink What don't you?
Hive lad many one halorg-o'-you. etc"
A PEEP AT ROYALTY.
But now heavy cheering along the line
l. IL, Al.
coming and it proves true, for guard of
mounted soldiers gallop noisily by and close
behind comes an open carriage, in which are
seen the familiar faces of the Prince of
Wales and his popular wife. The Princess
Maude sits beside her father, while beside
the Princess of Wales sits "Collars and
Cuffs, Prince Albert Victor, who will be
King when Victoria and her son are dead
if republic hasn't been proclaimed before
that time. He is rather surly looking
youth, with lowering brows and smile that
would be pleasant, but fails. The crowd
cheers that dispiriting British cheer, the
royal party bows right and left and enters
the station gates.
and at last terrific cheering tells us the Shah
is near. The crush is something awful.
The police draw their batons and threaten
savagely. Down through the throng sweeps
a detachment of guards. brass helmeted,
white plumed and red coated, their drawn
sabers flashing in the sun. The trumpets
sound, and, in an open carriage drawn by
four white horses, ridden by postboys in red
livery, comes Nasr-ed-Din, Shah of Persia,
a coffee colored man about 65, with black
mustache. The breast OF his dark coat is
covered with orders, and white plume
springs from glittering aigrette OF dia-
monds on the front of his black tez. Bow
ing right and left, and throwing kisses from
the tips of his white gloves to the cheering
crowd, he disappears within the gates and
the show is over. HENRY HALL.