The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1900-06-04

the Bois. even though they are In a
carriage are covered with white sheath
ing from head to foot. Not even their
eyes are distinctly visible. The white
wrappings were drawn 30 tight across
their noses as to make the sharp out
lines OF them look like the noses OF plas-
ter images. How all the world does
stare at them! 1 wonder what they are
thinking about. or IL they think at all
II Is a merry go round OF humanity,
hippopotamus. giraffe, goat, camel and
antelope. Turn on the steam music,
strike up the tune Here we go round
and round, Greek and Jew and gentle,
Mohammedan. saint and sinner. Arabs
and Egyptians squat upon the ground.
Eastern peoples age more rapidly than
the western races, and their faces are
the Oldest looking possible. as wrinkled
as the visages OF their own mummles.
At what would be mere middle age
with us Egyptians wear the pathetic.
melancholy countenances OF old wo-
men who seem to have endured the
burdens and griefs OF a thousand years.
A shadow as of the sunset and going
out of a race is over them.
Here we are again. gentlemen. whirl.
wheel and strike up the calliope. Back
waddle past in the awfulest looking
trousers mortal nightmare could con
ceive, swathed like mummies as to the
waist and body. skimping the cloth
skin tight around the calves and ankles.
The women OF them wear skirts con-
tanning some 16 yards OF light calico.
bulged out around the waist TO destroy
all outline of figure and drawn i'm like
trousers around the feet Are the ladies
handsome? Well, not exactly. There
is no one OF the sex as handsome as
freeborn. civilized. white woman. Here.
TO the sound OF dance jig. appear in
the human merry go round two Moham-
medan negroes. laughing and showing
their teeth. They are close shaven un-
der their white turbans. are thick lip
ped and wear white, short gowns. Their
naked legs shine In the sun like black
enameled bedstead
Grind out another tune on the steam
organ, this time slow and not heart
some one. A squad of Arab servants
and laborers file past wearly. They
are searching for the quarters allotted
them. The day is a cold one to people
from their country. and they shiver.
Their garments suggest that they were
wrapped I'm sheets long time ago and
that the sheets have never been chang
ed. In their own country their dress
would be vastly more comfortable and
even better looking than ours. But
what of that? The common people here
throng after them and openly teer and
sneer at them. Even the better man
nered stop and stare them out of coun-
tenance. They look so queer. poor
wretches, they are plainly so anxious
and distressed. They carry their world
ly goods in burlap bags upon their
backs and that is an additional source
of amusement for their worriers. They
have been tumbled as from the clouds
into a cold world, of whose language
they know not a word, hapless, dumb
things, Faith, / have been there my
self. and j know how it is; bad enough
even when you travel first cabin and
lodge comfortably.
why is there i'm human nature that
cruel tendency 10 ridicule and insult
those whose ways are not our ways.
even though their ways may often be
better than ours? At any rate, let us
never jeer at strangers. We don't know
when we may be strangers ourselves.
The merry go round has stopped. The
steam organ ceases to grind
ELIZABETH ARCHARD.
Paris. France.