Los Angeles herald., 1910-10-30

that the city seems TO nave IOfSOlleH Ill IT'S SIONIh'
Fourth avenue-bom and bred in the Bowery-stag-
gers northward full of good resolutions.
When it Fourteenth street it struts for
brief proudly in the glare of the museums and
cheap theatres 1t may yet become fit mate for its
highbOrn sister boulevard to the west or It's roaring
poyglot broadwasted cousin to the east. 1t passes
Union square, and here the hoofs of the dray horses
seem to thunder in unison, recalling the tread
of marching hosts-Eooray! But come
the silent and terrible mountains buildings
square as forts, high the clouds, shutting i
out the sky, where thousands of slaves bend
over desks all day. On the ground floor are II
only little fruit shops and laundries and book III
shops, where you copies of 'Littell's III
Living Age, - and G. W. NJ Reynolds S novels III
in the windows And neXt-poor Fourth ave III
nue!-the street glides into a medieval soil HI
tude. On each side the shops devoted to MI
antiques. - 'NI|
Let us say it is night. Men in rusty armor IIl|
stand in the windows and menace the hurry H II
ing cars with raised, rusty iron gauntets. H II
IIauberks and helms, blunderbusses, CrOm- IL"
wellian breastplates, matchlocks, creeses and
the swords and daggers of an army of dead
and-gOne gaants CLEAN DULY in the ghosty
light. Here and there from corner saloon
(lit with JACKIE lanterns phOsphOms) stag
ger forth shuddering, home bound citizens,
nerved by the tankards within to their fear
some journey adown that eldrich avenue lined
with the bloodstained weapons of the fighting
dead W nat street could 1--we lnclOSeu ny THESE
mortuary relics, and trod by these spectral citi-
zens in whose sunken hearts scarce one good
whoop tra-a-la remaned3
Not Fourth Not after the tinsel
but enlivening glores of the Little Riato-
not after the echong drum beat of Union
square. There need be no tears ladies and
gentlemen; It's but the suicide of a street. With a
shrek and a crash Fourth dives headlong into
the tunnel at Thirty fourth and is never again.
Near the sad of the thOrOughfare dissolution
stood the modest restaurant of Qugg 1t stands there
vet if you care view its crumbng red brick front,
show window heaped with oranges, tomatoes, layer
cakes pies canned asparagusts papler mache lobster
and two Maltese kittens asleep bunch of lettuce
if you to sit at of the little tables upon whose
cloth has been traced in the yellowest of coffee stains
the trail of the japanese advance-to sit there with
one eye your umbrella and the other upon the bogus
bottle from which you drop the counterfeit foist
ed upon by the cursed charatan who to be
our dear old lord and friend the ''nobleman in
India. -
Quigg title came through his mother One of her
ancestors was a margarine of Saxony. His father
was Tammany brave On account of the dilution of
his heredity he found that he could neither become a
regning potenate get job in the city hall. So
he opened a restaurant He man full of thought
and reading. The business gave him living, though
he gave it little attention. One side of his house be
queathed to him poetic and romantic nature. The
other gave him the restless spirit that made him seek
adventure by day he was Qulgg, the reStaurateur
By night he the margrave-the caliph-the prince
of bohemia-gong about the city in search of the odd
the mysterious, the inexplicable, the recondite.
One night at nine, at which hour the restaurant
closed, Qugg set forth upon his quest. There was "A
mnglng of the foreign, the military and the artistic
in his appearance he buttoned his coat high up
under his short trimmed brown and gray beard and
turned westward toward the central life cOnduits
of the city In his pocket he had stored assortment
of cards. written upon without which he never stirred
out of doors Each of those cards good at his
restaurant for its face value Some called simply for
bowl of soup sandwiches and coffee; others emit
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