Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-01


 l know 1t was very wrong In prin- ciple, but when we got to the Grand Central station tor depot. as perhaps l ought to call it) l did wish that slavery existed again so that I could have bought two or three of those delight full cafe au lait colored porters in gray livery and red caps. There were sev- eral would have given anything to have to take home with me and mako pets of, but suppose even If they had been for sale they would have come too expensive, and should have had to give them up, for their eyes alone, to say nothing of their pleasant white grins, would have been worth pounds and pounds.
 As for their voices, they were the sweetest I'd heard in America soft and little throaty, with a peculiar quality, quite different from the voice of person who hasn't been dipped in cafe au lait. With their vivid red caps. their brilliant eyes and their lightning flash smiles they looked to me more like great, wonderful tropical birds than human beings, and they seemed so honey luscious in their good nature that I'm sure all the things that serious and learned people say in Eng land about the dangers of the in creasing colored population in Amer ica' must be nonsense. Serious and learned people do make such mistakes through never seeing the fun in any. thing, and every few years they find out that they have been quite wrong in what they have taught with so much trouble, about comets and mi crobes and men and other progressive things.
 We had number of these tropical birds that have been tanned to serve the railway, to help us with our bags and things getting into the train, all though there were Louise and cou- pie of Mrs. Ess Rays footmen as well. looked at their brown hands, and they were quite pink inside, as pink as mine. don't know why this gave me a shock. but it did. Perhaps one had the feeling that the nice creatures were only painted to play their parts or that their white souls--just like ours were striking through their skins.
 It was beautiful train. Even the engine was different from our kind much fiercer and reared its head high CT, like a wild stag compared to a gfnnt hnt ratia liIa nttr .,nf. v-for, had no compartments in 1t, but was just one long, wide, moving corridor, all plate glass windows and mirrors l and painted panels and velvet arm chairs dotted about rather like hotel 1 drawing room on wheels.
 There were good many people in it when we got in, which annoyed Mrs. Ess Kay so much that she wished she had borrowed private car from friend who would have loved lending It. But was glad she hadn't, for the people were part of the fun. Mrs. Ess Kay was sure they were mo- bodies because she didn't happen to know any of their faces, but perhaps they were thinking the same thing about her.
 Anyway, they were mostly women and all pretty and perfectly dressed, as even quite common people appear 10 he in America. l haven't caught sight of dowdy woman since came. None of their frocks hitch up in front and dip down behind, as you see peo- ple's doing if you are taken to shop in Oxford street or even sometimes in Bond street, and their belts always point beautifully down at the waist, although it isn't the season in New York.
 The train was a fast one and sim ply hurled itself and us through space, as if we had got onto the tail of a comet by mistake, but it hardly wag- gled at all, so that we could have studied the scenery nicely if we had been able to see it behind the adver. tisements.
 Passing the outskirts of New York, It seemed as if every villa, even the quite smart ones, did their own wash, ing The gardens-which Sally told me to- call back yards were just as full If clean clothes as the meadows were of advertisement hoardings, and rather wondered why some enterpris- ing agents didn't go around and offer tho people big prices for painting ad- veftisements on their petticoats and shirts.
 We tore through such charming places with fascinating houses built of wood, among parks of feathery green trees, that l was sure Newport could be no prettier. but Mrs. Ess Kay spoiled tine most picturesque one for me by saying that it was practically settled by retired butchers and tailors. According to Mrs. Ess Kay and her brother all you have tp do to be sure of being rich in Amefica is to decide to be either tailor or butcher, so it seems quite simple, and I'm sur prised that everybody doesn't do it. Only if you do. 1t appears there is no use in your going to Newport until you've lived 1t down. which, of course, must be drawback.
 Just as had got rather giddy from looking out of the window, boy lex acily like the boys in melodrama who begin by selling papers ard end by saving the heroine from the villain) came into. the car. piled up to his