The evening times., 1898-09-09

amid the cheers and salutations of a null
itude
Crowds began to gather on the streets
early in the forenoon and before 10
o'clock the line of pavement was crowd
ed. The morning was as perfect as an
ideal day in June. The sky above, with
the exception of a few beautiful featherly
flecks. was clear and the sun, as if in
atonement for past offenses shed mild
rays only upon the groups below.
Both sides of the Avenue were lined
with a host to welcome the home return
ing heroes Pretty girls with the red,
white and blue emblazoned on their
dresses and with eyes sparkling like
gems and jewels of many brilliancies.
made up the great majority, and patient
ly, some tearfully, waited to see their
respective "Johnnies come marching
home"
The east side of the Treasury building
was one of the most crowded and inter
esting spots in the city. Hundreds
thronged the sidewalks and waited
through the long hours for the parade to
appear Fakirs piled their trade in
front of the human bulwark. selling
flags. fruits and mild drinks. One
vender cf lemonade. a tall negro. was
attired in a suit of Stars and Stripes and
reaped the reward for his ingenuity by
a marked increase in the number of his
sales over those of his rivals
One of the prettiest incidents of the day
occurred in front of the Treasury build
IA, III
eyed little girl, garbed in a silken gown of
the Stars and Stripes, a Goddess of Lib
erty in miniature, was resting in her faith
ers lap as the parade of volunteer fire
men was passing on its way to meet the
troops. Holding to his fathers hand
among the ranks of the firemen, and
proudly stepping in time to the music, was
little boy of six or eight, dressed as
Uncle Sam. The two looked like a pair of
animated Dresden figures, granted a brief
reprieve from their places in a parlor to
welcome the troops. The bright eyes of
the little girl discovered the little fellow
when he was yet some distance away,
and saw nothing else until he turned into
Pennsylvania Avenue. The boy caught
sight of the little Goddess as he passed,
and her straight, .inquring glance made
him color and drop his eyes. He looked
up boldly again, but was too much of a
soldier to turn his head to look back.
When comparative quiet once more reign
ed in front of the building, looking up into
her fathers face with a most serious mien,
the little one'iispeS:
Papa, dat little Uncle Sans son wink
ed at me-"
The large chorus of female voices, un-
der the leadership of Prof Percy S. Fos-
j ter, were grouped in the center of the
eastern portico. Haiey's Band was direct
ly back of the chorus and helped swell
! the choruses. Under the advice of Col
Z. B. Hay, chairman of the committee
I on music, a majority OF the choristers
reached the Treasury at $3.50, many of
them bringing midday lunch with
| them. They bravely waited through the
| long hours and when the boys finally
came in sight only a. few desertions from
! the ranks of the choruses had been re-
| ported.
| Other portions of the Treasury Build
| ing were crowded with friends of en-
| ployes and others who recognized the
vantage point of the location for review
/ ing the parade. Small boys crowded the
| coping and men and women, young and
old, sought relief and rest by sitting on
| the broad stone steps
There was one difference to Presidential