The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-10-29

draw her thin fnery more closely. The
song Is ended, and the crowd surges on
unheeding
She watches it mutely, but within her
dark and lonely eyes there is nothing but
despair.
The Paris workman delights an artists
eyes.
The son OF the people binds his swell
ing waist with brilliant red jersey sash
he clothes his solid muscles in corduroy
garments much too large, and he thrusts
his heavy feet into clumsy wooden sabats
which click-clack upon the rough flint
pavements.
But the Paris workman IS an animal,
insatiably curious, rude, bizarre, mat top
ped" volatile. reverencing no laws OF
society, worshipping nothing but the
floods OF sour red wine with which he
placates his unquenchable thirst.
Moreover, though well paid. he is ayari-
cious. and almost begrudges his Sunday
sail in the Seine. Sometimes he goes to
the music halls, and between the numbers
devolms bread. beer and sausages.
At noon and I'm the boulevard cafes he
IS biosterously conyivlal; he smokes and
sings and drinks dark, burning LIQUORS.
His favorite drink Is pale gren absinthe
-absinthe the divine, which corrodes and
kills finer hbres than the Paris workman $.
This broad fellow Of the people Is a
socialistic chemicai-deadly in action, ana
harmless when unstirred.
The Partisan student in his way, is
as puzzling as the workman, while IN
numbers ne is conspicuous figure IN
city life.
Students with long curls which fall
from beneath raklsh Tam O'Shanter caps
saunter by, pipe in mouth, looking Ike
picturesque beggars. Their clothes hint
of strange happenings and bear the trade
marks of many lands. But the students
win tell you with the sang froid OF their
| kind that II really doesn't matter-Just
| a temporary embarrassment, when Iorceu
them to put their own garments Temporal
| rily in pawn. a.,
| Another class wears velvet SUITS no"
ing Byronlc ties and broad-brimmed mats
| They hurry past, paint box IN mana ot
| carving bits Of studio furniture, mlhgllhg'
| forming part and portion of many naIloh-
| alities which surge together in careless
| heartless Paris.
Turks, Arabs. Jews, Russians, Alge-
rians. Roumanians. Norwegians, Italians
| Albinos. men Of the far Northern Slavic
races. British. Irish. Scotch. Philippians
| Germans and Americans meet and josie
on the boulevards. Each one Is a niue
| mosaic. which adds light or throws shade
upon the study Of our human KIND.
The prevailing color tone OF old Paris
ia yellow. Huge, rough blocks Of yellow
stone. covered with thick yellow clay
nave the wide boulevard. Three Nor
mandy horses abreast. or six tandem
draw laden wagons with wheels nine feet
high. slowly but resistlessly. The dray
horses. shaking their high collars huns
with bells and gay tassels, are enormous
| Their driver huns a song as he plods
beside them, slapplng their TANKS OF
Swapping a long whip.
His boots are clayey, his corduroys
are deep yellow. his hat is tewny' he
Is a study in brilliant bits OF the miser'
| color.
Old women in caps and aprons toi
along bearing double baskets fun OF
bread in panlers like those Of Spain an'
| Italy.
For the sons Of struggling artists thei
| climb six or seven flights Of escalier starr
| m stand for hours, bread in arms, Of
| models.
| THE legions OF outcasts pass and repas
IN A never-ending file. These women
SO far down in their own ranks OF lie
are the most pltiful sights OF Paris