The herald., 1893-07-16
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king of money makers. Mary Raingold
her daughter, a flower OF Murray Hill
kind hearted and sensible, the restrain
ing deity of the household. ALFRED
Cecil, a citizen of Bohemia, level headed
kind hearted, we'll used in the ways o
large city. Miss Mildred vane, ar
J actress and Bohemian of the usual style
but with good heart, and makes trul
'comrade." Gentleman Tom" Sixth
ward street boy Mr.. Huff, gambler
Widow McCarty, Toms" mother, ant
many other characters typical of great
city, make up the framework and
strong supports of q strong story.
and now it's objects, it's results, its meth
DDS. In life, as in chess. there are
pawns set upon the squares of the
checker board.s They move as they are
moved by the Master Of the game. Prob
, lem succeeds problem. And we? We
watch the progress of the game, the so
luton ofthe problem.
Insignificant mortals in the dark cor
ners of great cities are to him who sees
little OF the grand problem OF life no
more than pawns to the blockhead in
chess, who stupidity loses them and
then the game. The expert player does
not despise the pawn.
Out of the small has
come the large; out OF the little has
come the great. In America many of
the foremost men have come out OF the
narrow streets, out of the shadow OF
high walls, out of the sink-pots of the
city. Pawns they were, indeed, but
they were moved forward by the master,
square by square.
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} Back from the bright, broad thorough
fares; back from the we'll built section !;
back from the gay places frequented by
the rich and happy; back from the
brilliantly illuminated temples OF
pleasure, are the dark, narrow streets,
the rattle-trap quarters Of deoaying
rookeries, the wretched districts fire.
quented by the poor and the unhappy,
the garishly lighted halls of low enter.
tainment. The difference in localities
corresponds with difference in social
conditions. They ars set apart; the
stronger from the weaker, the richer
from the poorer, the higher from the
lower. Neither virtue nor vice is the
heritage of one class more than of the
other. The babe sleeping under many
folds of soft, lace-trimnled linen may
prove in later days as great a rascal as
the rag-wrapped infant fretfully Sleep
ing in the broken wicker basket. If in
the moral makeup of either there is q
weak spot, time and opportunity will
develop the defaulter, the forger and
the swildler, or the pickpocket,
the thief and the burglar. In the
higher walks of life, man is tame
in the lower, man Is wild. In :he higher
he is polished, smooth, elegant; in the
lower, he is rough, coarse, Vulgar.
These distinctionHlare but the reflections
of environment. So impressed are we
with this that we unconsciously associ-
ate manners and habits with locality,
and look for higher and lower life on
what we hare been taughtto regard the
higher and lower planes. Therefore, we
expect the morals as well as
the manners of the avenue to attain
higher degree of excellence than those
of the alley; still it is not, in the main,
the purpose of the writer of this descrip-
tion OF city life to discuss the moral or
social conditions OF the fortunate, but
rather to lead the reader along the foot
wvru pnvouonb vi tho uuIuTJunnso, nEu
90 he leaves the precincts of the avenue
and with the careful reader enters the
quarter of the alleys and pursues the
Road OF the Rough. In all large cities,
as well SO in the city of New York, in
which, for the sske OF convent
enee, the incidents OF this book
are located, the Road of the Rough is
always the same. 1t has the same mile
stones to mark off it's distances, the
same saloon lamps to light it up, the
same sunless alleyways to breed pale
faced children, the same damp cellars to
shelter families, the same wretched, ill
ventilated Railways, the same broken,
creaking stairwaYs, the same roof-tops
to facilitate the escape of the police
pursued tough of the district. 1t mat
ters little what the time Of the day may
be when we set out upon the journey,
for what we meet with we mnst per-
ceive with our senses as we'll as sea with
our eyes. Il matters not whether the
eun be shining at high noon, or whether
the moon be slantipg her eilvery beams,
for by day and by night, under the sun
and under the stars, the restless tide,
sullen and somber, flows on. And 30
the reader strolls first into the bowery
with the author, and sees for himself
where his poorer brothers and sisters
learn their first lessons. The second
stage OF your journey shows the Goddess
Justice doing business with statutes and
handouts. And go on from milestone to
milestone, passing the big tenements,
glance into Wall street and Mulberry
street, look at Inspector Brynes, The
Tombs and bout with The Tiger; an
introduction to the old university build
ing and Washington square; then the
road leaves the Temple of Justice and
vicinity and winds its way to the prison
at Sing Sing; then back to the city, you
see new star shine forth in the dra-
matte hosvens, you stand by The Ticker
and watch the waging of the money and
stock battle, you zee the bulls and bears
are carried through the panic, and in
the end see that money fails to buy life
or happiness. You close the book and
like the remainder after the close of life
you have--silence.
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One of Roberts Bros most attractive
books of late Issue is Browns Retreat
and other stories, by Anna Eichberg
King. The short story is again coming
into prominence and is filing the in
creasing demand of the reading public
who desire q short, bright, crisp and
wholesome story which can be quickly
read, is entertaining and amusing, and
easily digested. The author writes in a
style peculiar to herself and in very
touching and life like strain. IF she
can be compared with any of the prom
inenb short story writer's of the present
time, we should say that her style and
pathoe are similar to Richard Harding