Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-12-15

ago, a loyal American, ana Yet pTOuu OIL
his Welsh ancestry He looks trou-
bled, for he has many business cares
and although well into middle life,
wears brain as strong and heart as
light as if he were as young as when he
was New York's most famous postmas-
ter, crossing over to the great Central
Railway station, now point out to gen.
tie reader the Rev. Mr.. Warren en-
route to the church on the Madison
avenue corner, of which he is rector.
Enthusiastically British in looks, and cut
Of dress, and shovel hat. He is son Of
the author of the novel Of Ten Thou
sand Year" and his church had TO
pay fine to the Custom House for i'm
porting him as a contract laborer."
But stop; dye see those two gentle
men alighting from carriage and
about to enter the office door OF the
massive Vanderbilt building? One
somewhat older than the younger, and
who is a dapper gentleman, carefully
groomed, and with IAN eye framed to
command" The ether as he passes we
note to have sharp Hollandaise chin
a comical nose, such as low comedian
loves to wax upon his face, and liquid
eyes. which join the corners Of the
mouth in expressing both appreciation
of, and the ability to coquette with,
Mirth. The duality we pass are Cor
nelius Vanderbilt. the third, and his
fidus achates, Chauncey Depew who
might be a candidate Of the Republi-
cans for president, if me were not
president Of a railroad, and, therefore,
amenable to the electoral charge of be-
ing a bloated monopolist All the
groups about the railway building
raise hats; for the colossal wealth and
philanthropy OF the one, and the Won
derful witt and oratory of the other,
combine to win popular respect.
But here is a substation of the Third
Avenue Elevated Railway. Let US de-
scend to the platform, and embark for
downtown. Egad, We have stumbled
upon Director Russell Sage, who re-
sides onlystwo blocks away, and who iw
his after-breakfast ride out to Central
Park has wearied his well-knOwn span
OF horses, so that ne will not use them
for the perilous ride downtown amid
the changing gongs Of the cable road.
Have We read Joe ChoateS savage and
sarcastic dressing in the Laidlaw bomb
case Of Russell Sage, that Wall street
monarch of puts and calls? Contra
dieting Choate in appearance there sits
the defendant, cheeTy-faced and elastic
of look, considering that he is popular
| " supposed to be a incoming miser.
What libeller said ne bought second
one Of Sandford's best beaver Overcoats
| Of nattiest cut. What Jealous broker said
/ he breakfasted on red herring and ate a
hard boiled egg for luncheon? He looks
well fed and well groomed. We say.
as we pass him, "let this Sage OF Wall
street go pleasantly into history along
with the Sage of Monticello, Linden
void and Greystone"
But now the guard calls Twenty
eighth street, and as luck will have it
| there passes into one car Father Ducey
of the nearby Twenty-eghth street
church of ST. Leo, and Rector Houghton
of the also nearby church in Twenty
ninth street, popularity known as the
Little Church Around the Corner"
The one is a Catholic priest and the
other an Episcopalian; but they are
| evidently on excellent terms for they
| having met by chance the usual way
take seat together. You would rather
take Houghton to be the Catholic
| priest, or he looks ascetic and monkish,
while Ducey seems like a prosperous
jolly club man. But Houghton ever
had a monkish look. | was in college
with him, and he had the look then.
Blu is heart is as tender as was that
OF Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield"
whom in characteristics he resembles.
See hove genially ne smiles as Ducey
whispers in his ear some appropriate
epigram. They alight at Chatham
square; 10 to l they are each about to
philanthropically tour together in the
adjacent slums of Doyer and James
streets. For each is doer Of the word
as well as a pundit of It.
But at length we are at Brooklyn
Bridge, the end Of the route, and as we
descend the steps beneath shadow of
the Pulitzer building, wherein the
World" newspaper abides, we pass
Daily Editor Carvalho and Sunday Ed
itor Goddard about to turn into the
never closed pharmacy of the ubi-
quitous DR.. Perry for a refresher of hot
chocolate and soda. Carvalho is the di-
rect representative of Proprietor Pulit-
zer, and has Hebraic sharp eyes, while
Goddard has more genial ones, which
never grow dim in reading copy for his
wonderfully conceived and executed
Sunday World'-a very pictorial mag
azine.
We are ii Park Row, Dr. Johnson
said to Boswell" and now let us walk
in Fleet street" sometimes in old nov
els, called Grub street. Park Row is
New York's Fleet street, because lined
with newspaper offices. There we see
Charles A. Dana and his handsome son
Paul, passing US up the steps of the
Sun" building. How bravely the
septuagenarian bears the frost of age
and per jovem Pauls face really looks
the Oldest. Hard to tell which is the
most dandifled in dress CT most juvenile
in action. father or son. 1t is their
hour for beginning work. From across
the City Hall Park passes Morris Phil
lips. editor of the Home Journal" a
distinguished looking. stout, jolly, five
feeter. with carefully combed iron
gray hair and whiskers. He is a
beckoning to a gentleman who is about
to turn into Frankfort street. on his
way to the office of the Spirit of the
Times" on the staff of which he is. 1t
is Stephen Fiske. one of the most YER
satile and all-around journalists in the
country, who goes limping along like
another Byron, for good Bohemian liv-
ing has given him the govt. A few
steps further down Park Row, and we
meet Nym Crynkle, bent on leaving
copy at some Of the various newspapers
for which he writes He is a cynical
looking gentleman, and quite the re-