The Red Cloud chief., 1900-10-26
A DESERTED VILLAGE.
Counterpart OF tho Piace Described By
Goldsmith.

Goldsmith.
Did you ever read G%oldsmth's De-
serted Village Did you ever sur
mise. after perusing It. that Its coun-
terpart could be discovered In this 60
ahead, u%p-to-date, brand-new country
If not. then pay a visit TO Allalre, N. J.
Years ago. before the birth OF the ma
jority OF our readers. this town was q
iiourlshing. booming place; Its fac
tories hummed with the whirriny OF
the machinery, there we're night ~
well IA day shifts. and the glare pro-
duced from the former as the molten
iron was ladled from m receptacle 10
another could be perceived for miles
around. At that epoch iron was worth
$50 per ton. railroads and steamboats,
were In their infancy. rails were In
request. so that the founder of this
town found his undertaking a prosper
ous one, says the Brooklyn Eagle. II
IL true that the ore had to be carried
some distance. but the selling price Of
the manufactured article permitted or
heavy transport charges, and Mr.. Al
laire and his work people waxed fat.
Wages were not az good as those paid
to-day. but. on the other hand. living
expenses were more reasonable. and u
Ii safe 70 predict that both employer
md employees were happy. All the
iron entering into the FIRST ocean-going
steamers was cast In this village. but
AZ time elapsed new and cheaper meth
DDS OF refining the ores we're discov-
cred, and consequently as values 70.
duced so the prosperity Of the village
departed. and tho proprietor OF the
works discovered his inability to COM
pete with new-fangled methods, or was
perhaps too conservative to employ
them. One by one tho foundries closed
down. and about fifty years ago the
enterprise was abandoned definitely.
leaving tho proprietor surrounded by
his brick walls and machinery. From
that moment decay only has marked
time there: first the machinery was
sold for what II would realize. after
ward doors, windows-in n word, what
ever would bring grist to the mill
To-day nothing remains OF It's former
grandeur but falling walls. roofiess
buildings with luxuriant vegetation
growing inside. the old drug store
where medicine was formerly dis
pensed for the multitude Is now the,
postonlce. run by a decrepit individual
whose coat unfortunately contains lit
tie OF It's original material; everything
bespeaks ruin and decay. The brook
still swings along its noisy channels;
snakes are TO be seen sleeping g By.
apparently little fearful OF being dis
turbed. for the old town Is dead and
there Ia no chance of resurrecting Il
unless some real-estate boomer should
happen to get In his fine work. Since
recent years there has. however, sprung
up within the walls. almost. of the
ancient buildings an excellent hotel.
where good cheer can be found and,
thanks to the surrounding towns. thel
proprietor has little need to complain.
nor do his visitors 20 away dissatisfied.
The descendant OF the original founder
still resides in the midst OF his father'sI
former greatness and, surrounded by
the old desks which did service more,
tina three-duarters OF a century ago,
he probably Eliminates and raises Wis
ions Of what might have been II only
his father had kept up to date. Al
together. everything here Is most in
teresting. and any one residing within.
a few miles OF this village would be
amply repaid the trouble OF visiting II.