The morning times., 1896-05-31

Everybody knows without telling that
this market is one of the finestln the Coun-
try, but 1t may be news to some to learn
that its cold storage attachment makes 1t
the beStin the world.
The receiving rooms for shipped goods
opens into cobbled court filled with
country wagons Through it's doors bury
black porters wheel trucks in and out with
the precision of wouud-up toys; through
other doors along the paved sides comes
an uutelligible buzz, as If the market were
an asylum for noises gone mad.
Whte-aproned men shooting out from
unexpected places, carry on their faces a
conviction that the welfare of this world
and the next depends on their motion,
while even the industrious little hydrant
next the wall seems to pump out in cease
less rythm. This is my busy day"
1t was IN the receiving room thata Times
reporter found Market Master Petriken,
who, in answer To the request to be al
lowed sight of the cold storage, kindly
volunteered To act as pioneer.
Come right on" he said with brisk
cordiality, as he led the way past TIE
little pump, through door that shut
out the sunshine and along dark place
full of queer sounds, until he came to a
pit that suggested a creepy kinship those
other pits dug by Dante and Poe
From the pit rose huge iron rod, down
which slipped, with sinister stealthiueSS
platform from the shadows above. When
it had crept to the floor the market master
stepped aboard unCoucernedIy and held a
helping hand to the scribe.
IN THE COLD STORAGE.
''This is the safest elevator in the world
he explained cheerfully. at is worked by
hydraulic pumps and can lift the h1ar.i st
burden without the possibility of a fall.''
Then no one has ever been killed here?''
The cbeeriness died out of the masters
voice.
Yes, one boy lost his life but il was
his own fault, poor little fellow"
The next floor was brighter and stretched
out in q labyrinth of narrow corridors.
walled on one side by pondcruus doors and
on the other by windows overlooking the
ma rket below.
With preparatory warning to enter
quickly, Mr.. Petrihen opened the nearest
door and close d it as soon as both were in
1t was a large, bare room, coiled with
pipes that glittered White with frost.
1t was such silent room that the nlaS-e
ter's voice pierced the stiffness like a fife
and as he talked the frigid air seemed
to palpably begin its work of congeaiing
two YentureSOme mOrtalS into statues of
stone. With preCaution born of expert
ence the market master had buttoned his
coat across his chest, while the reporter
shiyering in raiment adapted to the weathe.
map, wondered if this Jules Verneish transit
from the torrid zone of downstairs to the
polar regions of the second floor neces-
sarlly entallcd coupons for pneumonia ana
hearse. The master picked up dark
rigid object from countless others that We're
stacked against the wall like cordwood and
held it to the light. 1t was a ma gnificent
shad that looked like sculptured stone.
us it f-froZen?' chattered out the re-
porter, whose wits We're already numb
The master dropped the big fish and il
fell with ringing sound.
us it g-gOod?"
Mr.. Petr1ken'S answer was simply the for
bearing smile that wise people reserve for
children and wcll-meaning idiots. Then
he uncloscd the door ana led the way to
another.
Before the days of cold storage, he
explained, as he considerably waited in
the corridor for his guest to thaw, .'cus-
toners could only get meats, game, fruits
and vegetables in season, and the stock
left unsold on the market stands wera
either given away or spoiled. This process
has done away with the stupendous loss to
hucksters by freezing food of all sorts SO
that 1T may be kept perfectly fresh and
wholesome until sod.
''ThOSe fish you Sa w represent one Dealers
surplus stock OF the shad run, and will
bring him fancy prices later on from class
of customers who merely tolerate good
thing In season, but begin to crave it the
minute the seasons gone by.''
what is kept in tie buckets ] saw Ee-
side the door?''
Buckets? Oh, those are bakers eggs"
With the silence hefittiDg the Ignorance
OF Que who had never heard tell of bakers,