The Indianapolis journal., 1904-04-24

k4k1 which is called Biarritz. The air
t&19oI is thin and clear. the early sun
shines with gentle warmth
through an atmosphere which has still some
memories of the salt of last nights spray,
and the sea. often so wrathful on the rocks
OF this coast and full of unnumbered
wrecks. is rolling on the long reaches of the
sandy shore with a subdued and measured
roar.
In the market place of the little town the
days work is beginning. The big doors are
open and the country people are carrying
their produce TO the stalls within. They
have come in their donkey carts. mule carts
and oxen drays from the Basque province
round about. Here is a mule cart full Of
green vegetables from some farm at the
foot of the Pyrenees. At the hearts of the
lettuces the dew is still hiding in beads, and
you know they were plucked from the
fields this morning. while the sky was gray
and the air was Ieaden. by line of women
and girls who stopped double over the
ridges and then rose to look at the GRIM
soning clouds that came up over the east
ward hills. Here is a donkey cart full of
fresh eggs, of butter in moist cabbage
leaves. Of milk in bright pals. AS they are
lifted out you can fancy you hear the cack-
linf. and lowing in the farmyard and smell
the odor of the cowhouse and almost taste
the sweet breath Of the calf that called TO
its mother from a neighboring stall. Here,
too. are crates of oranges from Seville. and
of lemons from Sicily, and as their hoops
are hammered off and they come blubbering
out. fringed with stalks and green leaves.
you think you can the sunny groves
where they grew on the breasts of hills
surmounted by little white cities, and hear
the workers singing from unseen places as
they gathered the yellowing fruit. And the
owners of the produce to be sold this morn
ing-stripped to their clean white shirts,
with their waist scarfs of red cotton, and
their caps of black velvet-are sweating
from every pore of their tawny faces as
they spread their baskets on the stalls and
call to each other and laugh.
As seven strikes from the market clock
= the buyers begin to appear-thrifty house
wives in black gowns with alpaca aprons
and market baskets on their arms. They
traverse the lines of fruit and vegetables
bargain, haggle and buy. while the sellers
cry their goods. the mules MUNICH their
corn. and the slow-eyed oxen, under theil
sheepskin coverlet. chew the cud and droI
into a doze. At o'clock the little city has
begun TO smoke for breakfast. and to oper
its eyes. which the windows of it:
shops. Hackney carriages are tinklins
along the streets with harness studded will
bells. motor cars are footing around tn,
corners. and the sun is becoming strong
and the is beginning 10 shine
When the clock strikes the rush Of bust
ness in the market is over, the sellers ar,
shutting up their stalls. pulling thei
coats. bracing UP their donkeys and mules
and preparing to make their own purchase
before sc off for h ne. One of then
draws up 4 clothier's shop and buys
thin roll of cloth 1t is Irish frieze anC
you can imagine you hear the shutting o
the wooden loom in the Iar-away factor!
in which it was spun. Another draws VI
at a shoeshop and buys a cheap pair o
Poish-made boots. and you can see il
your minds eye the little populous town o
the Russian Pole where Jewish shoemak
ers sit stitching early and late by the opel
doors of their narrow tenements. A thir,
draws up at a draper's shop and buys
print handkerchief of English manufacture
and you can fancy you hear the roar o
the rolling machinery of the great mills o
Manchester and see the long line of CIR
hands who come laughing and skipping arm
in arm out of the wide gates as the big bel
rings at midday. a fourth stops to Civ
two coppers to a blind woman led by
little girl, and you feel the spell of tha
sweetest part of civility by which the give
makes himself one in welfare and interes
with her 10 whom he gives. All are obey
ing in their different ways the homely, bu
Irresistible god, who governs all men
whose rule began with creation and ca
only end with chaos: who binds iogethe
the farthest parts of the earth, and unite
the peoples OF the world into one family
They are his willing and cheerful subject:
.appy to serve him and the better for hi
service. And they go about with his littl
counters in theid hands-gold counters. sil
yer counters and bronze counters-symbol
of green fields, of forests, of farms, Q
vineyards. of orange groves. OF lemo
orchards. of houses, of factories. of forge:
of mills. of ships, of everything whereof
they eat and drink and live
That god is the god OF industry, and hi
name Is Rule- -
II Is II O'Clock midnight in the Mum
cipal Casino; the performance of ''Boccac
cio' has just nnished in the little blue an
white theater:, the curtain has risen agai
and fallen for the last time the painte
and powdered mines in gTotesq1e costume
who have made merry for three hours
and the audience OF men in frilled shirt
and black cravats. and women in silver
silks and white feathers, are pouring OF
of the double doors which open into III
gaming rooms
There are two gaming rooms. One
them. the outer one. is soon filled with pee
ple who-as actors now, no longer al
dience--are crowding around a table O
which little numbered toy horses of varior
colors are made 10 spin around a sectione
circle. The room rings with many voice
the voice OF the man who cries for stake
the voice OF the man who turns the Gran
which moves the machinery. the voice
the man who calls the winners. and n
voice of the man who receives and pay
the money that Is won and lost.
The other room. the inner room, is siler
with a muggy and clammy silence-the $
lence OF the dank and empty hour that go,
between the darkest hour and dawn Son
hftv persons are gathered there: a few
them are seated about a green-topped tabl
the rest are standing behind and lookir
down. At intervals single words fall c
the ear Ike the plop OF fish in the stillne,