Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-04-27


matter whose card-and tell him you wish
to have glass of wine with the favorite.
He disappears and reappears. She has an
encore and will be done Immediately The
| roar of applause follows him in, and before
it has died away the Spanish beauty makes
her appearance, painting and perspiring to
exhaustion. But her work is over for the
night. She sinks into chair at your table
with the sweetest of smiles, too much out OF
breath to do more. You open a quart bot
tie of Pommery Sec (S4) and she lifts her
glass gracefully, while you note that her
eyes and hair are as black as night in a coal
mine. Ii you are gallant and fan her and
offer your handkerchief to mop her lovely
face with you shall have more enhancing
smiles and display of beautifully regular
teeth and very irregular English. Ii she
drinks but half glass and soon begs to be
excused, remember that this is probably
the tenth bottle already opened in her
honor this evening.
LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY.
"Annie Rooney" will take her place, and
when she goes up you'd better get your
seats again, for you'll note something seen
nowhere in America but New York. The
whole audience joins in the chorus:
She's my sweetheart,
I'm her beau,
She's my Annie,
Pm her Je.
We're to be married, never to part,
Little Annie Rooney is my sweetheart
The exquisite delight of an audience in
thus being taken into business with the sal
aried people on the stage is something won
derful and unfathomable. You will proba-
bly, join In making the thing go. You can't
help it-especlallv if you know nothing
about music or this tnue. Then you will go
outside feeling that you are q part of New
York for the first time. You have a desire to
see something tough, and your friend will
lead you along Sixth avenue to the
Haymarket. There, in little den
foul with smoke and odors of drunk
en- men and women you will
see it and sicken at the sigbt. The place is
crowded with the wors: lot of FOUNDERS,
male and female, you ever saw. They will
fasten on you for drinks, and you are lucky
to get out for a dollar. Still you want to
see. There is a dance-hall next door, but
you've had enough of that. So you 60 down
to Clark's, few doors away. 1t is an all
night house, and little later will be full of
women of the street and those who come to
see them. But your friend has something
more important to show you yet and while
the champagne sits heavily on your beer you
take to the cars 20 cents), having first pro-
vided yourselves with fresh stock of
cigars-50 cents.
CROOKS AND SUMMERS.
Then you steer for Mulberry and Mott
streets, changing cars for the Bowery 90
cents), and sailing down broad thorough
fare lined with gin mills, clothing stores
and general deviltry. At this hour, about
midnight, the stores are closed, but
the gin mills and deviltry are
in full blast. The crooks, police
and Summers" are abroad Of the Bow
cry you wind along as crooked and dirty a
looking street as you ever saw, passing the
hardest looking men and women you ever
saw, lounging in the dark places for some
thing or somebody, and finally, after care
full inspection Of the dingy facades, 60 up
dark and rickety stairway.
When you are let into the front room you
are in the Chinese joss house. The place is
a large and nearly square room, draped like
a mimic stage at one end. In the center of
the scene is Chinese joss, or wooden god,
evidently carved out of block of wood
with a hatchet and jack-knife. In front of
his nibs is an altar on which burns joss
sticks. The high priest in attendance e1-
plains things in a way which indicates that
the purchase of bundle of joss sticks will
make you solid in the great hereafter,
and you invest 30 cents in the scheme. It
is q common. dirty looking place.
taken altogether, and not at all
the gorgeous spectacle the metropolitan
writers have represented. You look it over
rapidly and 60 away in disgust. Not far off
you are led up another rickety stairway into
q Chinese restaurant. It consists of bare
room full of round tables, at which other
Summers" are seated eating impossible
food with chop-sticks and making believe
they like it. Two or three belated Celes-
tials are in the far away corners doing the
same act and liking it. The head Celestial
comes forward and takes you in charge like
guide. He lives off you and your kind,
and loves you as brother.
A CHINESE MEAL.
He will take you back to the kitchen
where there are other almond-eyed gentle
men in ladies' clothes preparing food. You
don't know what the food is and nobody
else does but the expert who prepares it, but
it smells nice, looks eatable, and you feel
you will never die happy unless
you take a Chinese meal then and
there. You are shown bill of
fare, but the joss himself couldn't read it,
and you playfully give the proprietor carte
blanch on his best dishes. Sitting down at
one of the little tables, the other "slum-
mers" serve you as a horrible example of
what can be done with chop-sticks. You are
served with half dozen courses. Both of
you help yourselves out of common dish,
like a couple of pups at a dish of milk. By
the time the whole meal is over you find it
is not such difficult thing after all to
manage chop sticks-you got all you wanted
and more than you wanted, too, as you will
later ascertain.
There is little pot of Chinese brandy
that goes with the meal, and spoonful of
it goes to your toes like streak of light
ming. When you get outside of that meal
and that brandy you want to get outside Of
that Chinese restaurant. The brandy you
seem to digest Immediately, but
meal to pass a given point in your
stomach. Somebody at the door as you re-
treat will offer to take you to an opinm
joint for a pool of $5, but you will not 60.
It is the Chinese that must 60. When you
settled your bill at the restaurant for the
meal (S2) you have enough to last you this
trip, and all you want now is to 60 home.
It is somewhere after Q when you turn in
at your hotel. You have seen all of New
York that can be seen in such brief time,
but good deal you have seen is not set
down in this letter.
1t has cost you just S27 36 to do 1t, or
S13 6S apiece. And you get off dog cheap.
CHARLES T. MURRAY.
Never EQualed.
The Panhandle express train which
reaches here at o'clock this morning car
rico q snecial ear which il laden with 70