The evening world., 1892-07-18

made himself hear, aud the old gentien,
said, with jerky laugh:
"Yes, I'm the man that owns the grou,I
on which sDuyten Duyvil is built, and LIN
up on the blum there till two years ago, WI
came here to wait for the courts to dec
my suit for possession Of the property. IN
bachelor though, and I'm eighty-three yc
old and | don't know as ] can want anythid
better than life right here"
There was another jerky laugh VII
precious little glee IN II. and the old man
claims spuytcn Duyvil and has litigated on
for twenty years hobbied away.
lu one of the smuking-roonis the reportI
encountered an old acquaintance, Q nsv|
paper man Of Il past and gone generation. n
was the lite " many party In the daysl
Raymond and Greeley and the elder BenneI
Now he Is a weak old man Of seventy.t'|
years. but full Of the gcniaIity that broueI
him to state OF inebriatlon many a time.
~ was very happy down there" he 81
Jerking his nose-glasses in the direction
Newspaper Row and Printing House SOU,
"but could not be happier than here"
Then giving the visitor a sly dig in the RI
he chuckled:
"only can't get out with the boys mu|
here"
Then he added, thOughtfully:
"Perhaps II had never got out with 'e|
I'D be better on now"
away mp on the top Moor tho visitor foul
an artist In his atelier, the most pleasant pla
in the house. The artist was thin, pal
faced man with keen dark eyes, sparse bea|
and hair almost white with Just q border
black about the edges Of his face. The arti
had reproduced faithfully In oils on his cal
vas little bits VI The scenery to be seen frO
his atelier window and s ,me OF his work wi
very creditablc.
~ am eighty years DID," he said in th
voice. 81 was born In Denmark. I ami
bachelor. I studied art and learned fres|
painting AT Hamburg. II Is splendid pla|
Tor work here. and my work is my pleasur
am skctching Morris DOCK. opposite tI
home. am happy"
Then, as II he disliked interruption, Il
took up his palette again.
Another old gentleman, with strong n
semglancc to Victor Hugo, said:
~ was a teacher and then d lawyer al
then q teacher OF law at Vienna. There nj
voice attracted attention. and / became
tenor at the IIof Theatre Court Theatre)
Vienna. There my wife got bad, and ut last
left my disgrace behind. But l brought I'd
love for her with ME. and when she wro|
that she wanted to come to me and that sd
would be GOOD, sent for her. She lived onl
iive months here and died. Long afterwar|
married again, but my second wife is deal
and am seventy-two years old. I may pld
my violin here. and am happy
There were tears: in the fine old eyes, on
the man who looked like Hugo wiped his cyl
glasses, pushed his violin away from him Cd
sat down again to his table, where he wi
composing music.
Down in the chronic hospital was midd
aged man who was well-SnOwn cottd
broker dozen years ago. Rheumatism seiz@
him and tied him into knots. Ills finge|
shrutk. and chunks OF bone came out 30 th|
now hardly more than the length OF the mai
stick ont from his knOt-tied fists. Yet he
cheerful, though he has probably mary veal
to live In helpless inactivity. He was than
ful that he had becu permitted to discard b
crutches.
the corridors clipper couple was met. ri
man was chubby-faccd, white haired, bI
game to the last. He carried q walking.stic
But he did not stan with It. lie twirlcd
jauntily between his fingers, and his stra
hat was cooked on one side OF his white heal
A stovepipe hat and tight trousers wou|
transform him into an aged but still exped
ant MicaMber.
\ laughing, faded little old woman in
White cap, q calico gown and white aprol
with white handkerchief folded cornerwi|
about her neck, the ends crossed on h1
breast, clung 10 his arm.
They came fairly at hop-skip down III
corridor towards the door let ting out into ti
garden, and the Old lady chirruped:
My 6eaui' going to take me walking
How long has he been your beau, may
ask :" the reporter lnterposed
only ,iAty-one years, chlrruped the Of
lady. laughingy.
giving his hat more raEish tilt. "Tut, tut
They will be guessing our age and imaginl
that am getting old,'' he said.
"WelI, we're elghty.four years old apiec(
then her beau hastily dragged her into n
garden and they romped on like a couple :
children. They had told the truth. thoua
they might have spoken more correctly bs
they said they were "eighty-lour yea,
young"
In the female department one prim old lad
said proudly that she was eighty years OF
and was getting her " second sight," sO thu
she could enjoy To the fulest her CHIEF pleaI
ure OF reading. she was u slender old ladl
with kindly, grandmOtherly ways, and SD
told how She buried her husband forty yeal
ago In way that said too plainly that sh
had spent forty years In that mourning whid
IL not denoted by suits of inky black. h}
children and grandchildren are all dead ad
her great-grandchildren are not In q pos
tion to care FOR her, so she has happy hon|
here.
4 rap at the next door brought prim litt1
" Dublin woman, II you please" In q whit
show her age to be heventy.four. but whd
The reporter asked. "Would 1t Uc impertined
for me to ask your age, Mrs --I" 81
bridlcd, ai.er the fashion OF the ladies OF I'D
time mot TO speak VI those OF today, an
replied:
"Oh. not ut all. sir! But It is q subje|
about which seldom converse with perso
sir. | Will say, though, that ] como OF god
family: good family, sir! not plebian by an
means. l received fine education In I'll
perary, sir and my father was man OF col
sequence. l am widow now, bir; but IN m
time, sir ! have crossed the ocean rifted
times, sir"
This superior little person had . reind
face. marble white, ana lighted by pret4
gray eyes.
Another cute little old lady was found !
the next door. She was ABOUT fiye feet hict
and as bright as new button.
"Oh, ye-es," she drawled. ~ was born \
Phil 'delphy. TIa eighty years old and / wa
married To the Major siXty-three years ag|
He's living yet. the Major Is. He'sOvcr at tll
SnI Nn, RI