Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-03-01

o1uefou Wust you fancled, ana the house
served it for you at fixed sum week. What
one preferred he had and no comments made.
you wanted wheaton grits instead Of
printers paste OF oatmeal no landlady looked
cucumbers and vinegar at you for daring to
liked beef we'll done nobody persisted in send
ing 1t to you bleeding, and did not once hear
the phrase about giving SO much trouble"
IN any boarding house during my sojourn.
IL seemed sometimes as II there was as much
consideration really shown the boarders as TO
the kitchen maid, who. as we all know. IL the
hrst person In Q house Of today. And in those
boarding houses people very seldom had TO be
reminded their bills were due.
MODEL MARKETS
The markets Of that country we're q trans
formation Of our ideas People had begun to
learn that Q mans food had great deal 10 do
with his quality rs q man, and were careful
accordingly. The markets (where the new
food was formerly exposed to absorb any and
every exhalation) were literally as clean as the
kitchens to which the food was next conveyed.
No heaps Of decaying offal were allowed to
faint the air and be taken up by the sides Of
beef and tubs OF butter near by. The meat
markets and butter markets were totally apart
from each other, and butter. being the readiest
substance to faint in the world, its place was
kept clean as q dairy. All the butter and
cheese were kept from each other in glass
cases, and the former was never sampled with
the finger nails Of a customer. The meats
were kept clean, cool and dry possible, and
the trimmings from these and the fruit stalls
were removed as fast made, to be swept off
by the pneumatic carrier carefully as If il
were so much gold dust. which it poured on
the sides of railway embankments. There il
grew public vineyards and small fruits of the
earliest and latest crops, according as they
were on the north or south slopes of the cut
ting.
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 pull
verlzed the soil twelvemonth before a spade
was driven into it, to leave il in the healthiest
condition, A damp cellar would have spoiled
the lease OF house as surely as If case of
smallpox had been in il. No green stagnant
ponds were ever seen on the outskirts of viii
lagos, or any mounds of rubbish. There was
no rubbish any more, for 1t 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 filtered all
thei' waste water for the chemicals it held in
solution No streams ran purer than those
which passed the Massachusetts, and Rhode Is
land factories, where the sea trout and mack
erel came gaily in season, as they used to in
colonial days, when 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, that took them
for editions of the Philadelphia art club You
can see something like this Improvement in
the mills at Norwalk, Conn, already, if you
go down the New England road
THE AWAKENING.
The end of this adventure came about in the
proposal of an oldest inhabitant to cut down
a tree several years older than himself be-
cause it was in the way of new road. The
idea raised such protest from the selectmen
and tax payers 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
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 parcel with sweet courtesy. a big police
man said This way for the Sixth Avenue line"
with good natured smile, a boy was selling
bon silene roses six for quarter, and one
felt as If there was hope of the pleasant
time In the next twenty-five years.
SHIRLEY DARE.