Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1892-01-28
LETTER FROM NEW YORK.
Startling Things Seen by the Constant
81" Traveller.
Ali Golden Banana Peel is Not Gold.
Great Guns-Milions and Their
Dresses.
ipeeial correspondence of The Chronicle.

Special correspondence OF The Chronicle.
NEW Y DIRK, January 26, 1892.
The elevated roads of New York are
great arteries, through which must come
sooner or later almost every corpuscle in
the whole great body. They are so cheap
that they are open to the very poor, and
80 convenient that they are used by the
very rich. They flow up and down the
length of the city. If one were to do
nothing but ride along them day and
night, he would become thoroughly and
painfully acquainted with metropolitan
life.
They are, it is true, the thoroughfare
largely of the middle class, but million
aires are frequent passengers Jay Gould
used often to go down to his Office on the
IL" car, marching up to the window and
paying the nickel along with poorer and
better men. These roads are notable for
the views they give of Gotham home
life. As you flash by second and third sto-
ry windows, you get snap shots with your
mental Kodak at all sorts of interiors.
Here you will see family at dinner,
here man shaving, here window sill
laden with bottles and glasses, and inside
a form on bed with the nurse bending
over it. 1t must be terrible thing to be
sick and compelled to lie within twenty
feet of railroad. 1t is said that resi-
dents soon get hardened to it, and can't
sleep without this eternal JiA in their
ears.
was late for train few days ago,
and ran race up the stairs to the sta
ton at 23d street, with lady. She was
young, pretty and not in the least non-
sensical. We reached the top together.
/ stepped back to allow her to pass to the
window first. She gave me a pleasant
smile which froze on her face, and she
fell back groaning and dying. She had
heart disease, and her run up the stairs
was too much for her. And it is fact
that there are many deaths yearly from
this cause.
was nervous for many days after that,
and have walked up the steps, and have
shuddered as thoughtless men and women
pass by me. Just few evenings ago as
1 was going by Third eyenue 81" train
to dinner, well dressed man, wearing
eyeglasses, understanding a respectable
clergyman. sat down beside nae. As
we, pulled out of an uptown station,
he jumped up, and yelling Jesus
Christ has sent for me, and L am 60
ing to him. he shot up a window and
was half way out when two men drag
ged him back He made desperate strug-
giles both then and when he was taken
off the train. l learned afterward that
he was suffering from religious mania.
These are, of course, exceptionally
startling things, but one can hardly take
ride without encountering something
of the kind. My train stopped yesterday
where / had view of cross street
clear down to the river. l glanced down
aud saw fine horse dashing along at top
speed and an empty sleigh jerking be
hind, the bells giving vicious clash at
every jump. At the bottom of the street
was ferry ship no boat in, and the gate
open. The maddened animal flew down,
and without pause sprang into the riv
er. Just as l saw the water splash, the
train moved out.
Then, recently, for several days, was
among thousands of regular riders, who
noticed at third story window, the
white face of a gray haired and gray
bearded man, uplifted as though the
man we're kneeling and praying, his
hands grasping the sill. The first sight
of the motionless form, and pale face
was only startling, but as days elapsed,
and the man still knelt at the window
inquiries and speculations grew rife
among, passengers and trainmen. Finally
suspicion and curiosity resulted in action.
The man was found to be dead. The
fatal illness had come upon him in the
night, and he had struggled to the win
dow to call for help. He had been liy-
ing alone.
Look at that boy buying bananas. He
gets two large ones for five cents. He
begins his meal on them at once, walking
as he eats, and leaving here and there
long, slippery skin. Now let the boy
90, and keep your eyes on one of these
golden pieces of peel. Here comes a
portly man of middle age, stepping brisk
ly along. His foot covers the peel, and
down he goes. He makes Intellectual ef
forts to rise. Persons assist him; a crowd
collects: blue coats push in; he is carried
into the nearest nlaca: gives an address