The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-12
THE BRooKLYN CAR coNJURER.

THE BROOKLYN CAR CoNJURER.
There is a certain corner in Brooklyn
where l frequently take a car. l had
noticed that it was a corner where many
cars meet and pass, whole strings of them
seeming TO go along on one line awhile aud
then branch off on different ones. And
there stood big, heavy man, with q rosy
face and dimples that would make the
fortune of q professional beauty, wearing
long, handsome overeoat and a soft hat,
and with heavy cane In his hand.
This man seemed to be what Omar Khay-
man calls 1.-THE master of the show He
made the heavy trucks and wagons move
on; he stopped and started the cars and Or
dered every wheeled thing on the street
about. And each time, when he got things
Strengthened out, he would wave his stick
to the next car and call. Come upG Come
upw
One day, when he had, as usual, stopped
the car 1 wanted, lifted me and chucked me
into it as carefully and skillfully, but with
as little personal notice, as though l had
been valuable glass article, l asked the
conductor, WHO is that mana Is this his
cityw
The conductor laughed and said he was
the street car inspector of that line.
The next day when come along the cars
were very thick indeed and about every
four seconds the big bass voice called out
Come up, come upm When my car came
along there was a moments delay and
seized upon it to say to the autocrat, 81
want you to get st. Peters job, SO that
when go up there and apply for admit
ance you will look good humored and say,
Come up, come upr" He was just landing
me in the car as / said this and he looked at
me with the tckled establishment you would
feel If one of the inanimate objects you
daily handle should suddenly turn and make
jokes at you.
He turned to the next car, shouted
Gomez broke out laughing, amended
"Move up" and the last l saw of him he
was shaking bis head and the dfmples we're
dancing in and out his great rosy cheeks.
"Oh. you're all right" says he, the next
time came along. You'll just fire joke
laughing in you'll 60 Yes, and barney
some one out of good seat"
A SENDING OF YOUNG LOVERS.
| think some one who hates me has sent a
| Spending" upon me. 1t is not young kit
tens, like Dana Da's that Kipling tells
| about, but young lovers that haunt and
afflict me.
was sitting at the dining-room window
| the other day looking abSeutly down into
the back yard when the following Pyramus
and Thisbe scene was enated for my bene-
| fit:
Out came the next door kitchen girl, the
prettiest thing on the block, with curly red
hair, saucy nose, and great, deep, Irish
eyes; hoped up on a box, and began talk
ing SO like mad to the tall partition fence
| between her place and the next beyond,
that the bit of ribbon on her red braid
skipped about distractedly
Just as l was ready to conclude that she
| must be crazy, she bent forward and kissed
| the fence-apparently- down, and
ran il the house, while from the other side
| walk ed out tall fellow with basket on
his arm!
AS for Phyllis and Corydon, / have them,
like the poor, always with.
A friend discovered for me the nice little
private family 10 which / board. But o,
and alas, he didn't tell me it included a pair
of blssful, engaged lovers
am not sour, nor crusty, nor cynical,
nor envious. bear the sight of their fond
looks, their sweet oblivlousness TO all the
outer world, three times a day and be-
tween meals, without murmur or cheap
| witticism. They are both pretty and
agreeable, and l like them. 1 wish them
| all possible joy and rejoice for them that
their engagement is to be long one and
they may be yet for months-even years
wait in this sweet vestibule, which is made
fair and beautiful. with all hope and trust,
warmed and irradiated by the great sun
| which shines in the sacred hall beyond
that they may still sing this tender and
harmonious prelude and walk about in this
soft and lovely Beulah, holding each others
hands, looking in each others eyes, where
all wine is nectar, all music harmony, all
airs balmy, all thought rapture.
| But do think it's pretty hard, in blue
times, in bad weather and at off seasons,
| when things 60 amiss with me, that my
homesck and overweight heart should be
so persistently fiouted, as it we're, and
effronted by the right of their clean-swept.
cut and dried, set in order felicity, and
made to feel with poor Orlando What q
bitter thing it is to look into happiness
| through another mans eyes,"
ALICE MACEDONIAN,