Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-11-16
Reality in the White City.

VIC GNlCT l1duJ ADtIQctnS llIdR6 OF
| Irish Industries, and find ourselves in the
quality room, at least judge it must be
quality, for It's here that t he buxom young
Irish women are vending their Iaces and
stitch stitching with lightning rapidity. |
am just learning that this handsome Irish
point collar will require about three days
time in all, when ! become aware of an
electric thrill in the atmosphere which
foretells sensation. A young woman with
beaming countenance passes me and adj
dresses the aforesaid needle woman:
"Aren't you Ellen Connell?'' Yes. -
"Thin Pm yCre cousin, Katie O'Neii. H.
katie, an is it raillyg'-An it's little Ell
len! How you've grown upl My, but, it
was little bit av girl ye was when kem
over twelve years agol"
Then the young man accompanying is
brought forward. and Withdraw, musing
on what joys and sorrows may have have
been met in that twelve years. A little in
stance, but were you and / on a foreign
shore, tho neyer-so- willing exiles from
home,even cousin Katie O'Neil might be
thrice welcomed.
In another apartment,we find the living
room, the smoke-stained fireplace with
peat fire smouldering on the hearth, the
noinely dishes and cooking utensils ar
ranged on the walls; an operative is weav-
ing the coarse cloth on a rude loom, while
beyond are the wood carvers at work on
conform to the spirit abroad by drinking
glass OF fresh milk, while watching the
deit handling OF the yellow balls by the
capable, strong dairymaids. Throughout
the whole village are noticeable the fresh,
wholesome ana innocent faces OF the sup
posably representative Irish girls.
The Lbbey Glass Works seem to have
ell possible and impossible manufactures
on exhibition, from the common tumbier
to Princess Eulalia's modish glass dress,
while the great furnace presents a formi-
dablc Lucifer-squarr-l like appearance
All this time we have been prudently on
onr watch for a restaurant in which we
should be willing TO risk our lives; at least
one bearing the stamp OF respecta0lity
appears where We are willing to test their
soups and salads, but the good appear
ances fail to materialize and we refuse
them a character, henceiorth.
Inclination leads us next thro' the gate
way Of the German village, where, not
wishing 10 patronize the beer garden, there
seems TO be little to detain us after a cur
sorry glance at the barn like houses.
We find the little Electric Science Thea
tIe Of the Alpsa restful diversion; the can
vas shows the little Swiss chalet in the
foreground, on the bank of green valley
wherein a little brook glides along, with
the snow-covered heights in the distance,
under the different atmospheric effects
fttht NnNH va htttAAASh fAOaoNSd ~
electricity.
Then to please some Austrian friends we
find our way TO the medlaeval reproduce
tion of Old Vienna, and here we seem to
have Immediately stepped of the earth
and been transplanted TO some quaint
NOOK in a work OF fiction. After investi-
eating all the shops where many Vienna
novelties are shown by courteous trades
people, we fad seats near the band pavil-
ion, at little round table, the only fur
nishings OF which are the two teller for
beer mugs. and order our rye bread sand
wiches ana beer.
Soon the concert by the Imperial Band
under Conductor Ziehrer,
whose name is well known in musical cir |
cles OF modern Vienna.
On every side the German resounds; the !
place is like nothing American; OF the |
people, Germans and Austrians predomi- |
nate. The music Is OF the finest order so 1
what wonder that fancy adds its charm to |
the place, making the spell complete2
The band plays medley of American /
ana we are now aware that we
are by no means the only Americans pres
emit. Patriotism asserts itself. Applause
rings thro' the air; one voice after another
catches up the refrain, till Ann -S-r-i-c-a
seems to vibrate on the ether After many
sncores, they drop into the hymns of their
Dwn country. How the people whom we
ire accustomed to consider pnlegmatic re-
Iute that belief! Their rich vol IS roll
)ut with as great enthusiasm as any Amer
can Fonith of July chorus, and am
pleased to note that they are granted as
sympathy as tney have previ
)usly accorded US.
The shadows of twilight deepen; the
,reat search-ligbt throws an occasional
'leam over the Midway, and IL seems to
is that we have found our Mecca in the
lnconstl aimed freedom OF this corner of
nediaevdl Europe; we are in a new world
the ordinary IS combined with the un-
in blended harmony. The
music dispenses its sweetness, as. the dav
eing far spent, we turn our faces away
rom the Middle Age embodied in thy /
ourts, o, Old Viennal
After the grand fireworks seen ON the
axe Front,we recah the grand intentions
I the morning but we teel no regrt.
No Personages have figured in our day;
othing has gone amiss for no plan has
cen adhered to.
No sooner do | reach the hotel then |
ear a familiar voice, and turn, meeting
le quizzicsl countenance OF one of the
liberals and the pointed question, "What
o you think of the NJ idAay9'
readily evacuate my position as non
CLEVER in its charms, and resign myself
, friendly bout OF chat.
chow many beers did You have? Oh, /
Nv you therel Say, how you did take in
he great celebration, didn't your
am forced to admit that have seen
othing shocking, so far; that have been
and moreover express my firm
ltention to visit the same locality again.
To be sure we have missed the official
but We can get all that in to-
orrow's paper, without standing weary
mbed for four or five consecutive hours,
to catch the drift when even
he most acute eardrum would fail to re-
ect the sound; and we take wicked de-
ght in labelling the day a distinct sue