The sun., 1910-05-08

And the htsls JACOB toilsd up the street
and down again. spraWling over Rarhaga
cans. upsStsinG two girh dressed in re-
Splendsnt ribbons for SlEabbas. finally
touching an old basket and getting fun
In his smudeed features q soft tomato.
Aust yelled the umpire. who was inme-
ilately kicked In the stomach. -Ausl Outi-
came in dSliriOua tones from a dancing
mass Of men-Jewish men with the trAdi-
tional whisksrs. brown straw hats and
alpaca coats. Il vas startling even 70
the Professor
There is your tWeatieth century East
Side for yOn.' ! began. but the Painter
watched other things.
yet thsy think Luks h TOO rsalstic.
don't thsyl just look al thoss giils .
He pointed out a red headed Irish glri
lclutching a blonde girl. unmIstakRbly a
German blonde. who were both dreamily
Waiting % the faded tune u The Merry
Widow
Music which We hurry from across
town is near the East River music the
conquenor II mslloWs The long hours Of
dry. dusty simmsr daya and Il sets nov
ing In eaSnast Il not graceful rhythma The
lszs % the little ones. Suddenly the organ
beEan a Ralop OH whisked the girls
Della and Mariks we're their names. We
were later lnformed-oa they went like
two abandoned spieieFs disguised a. chill
dren Of poverty What movement What
iirei The blonde with her silvery locks
stamped and Whirled OG her feet the trim
Irish girl With the dark red curla
Are you chaps never coming along''
asked the Professor 1T will be night
soon. and We haven seen anything yet
He's afraid Mouquin's will close before
he gets back TO civilization sardoBically
whispered the Painter Luckily the Pro-
fessor didn't hesr this SANDER
rHE cHEss PLATERs AND rBE PROPHET
The cafe was not well lighted A. the
marble tables stopped the bent hacks of
old men. men who wore curls over their
ears whose hats were Only removed at
bedtime They played chess Ia the dusk
and drank coffee az intervals. regarding
their nesghbOrs saspiciosisly Rembrandt
would have admired the dim, misty cor
ners, where on musty divaus be- could
have discerned a head. partly IN shadow
a high light on the bridge u the nosr. or
fingers swapping with sEultation IN a sud
den shaft u Sunlight that came through
a window opening ON the west GrOups
of two or three hovered about the players
The stiffness was punctlIated by street
Cries and the occasional rlmbling u that
ramsliackle horse car tho sight 0f which
sends your wits vol gathering hack 70
the SOs
Wake up urgsl the Painter I'm
going to sketch that table in tho corner:
the two old birds ars watching each othsr
a. II plunder was hid somewhere. You
know they arc afraid 10 drink besr be-
cause a drop tho much might lose them
move 80 they stick 70 coffee He
went away, tho Professor following.
ia your fTiend a painter or only one
Of thoss nSwspaper artists who WorEy IN
20 muchr
turned. Beside me sat a mythical
old fellow, white haired. his coat buttonsd
TO his nsck, no shirt, Svidsutly. and the
hand which plucked his beard a. white
a. a girl's-a girl who has white hands,
] mean.
You look like the Ancient Mariner. .
said, -or q Hobraio Walt whitman
He smiled. I may bs both for al you
Know; but you havsnt answered my
question
He inclined a bonevOls0t err. in
formed him Of our mission and Of my dis
appointment. Again the smile, a smile
a. ancient a. tho world and a. fresh az
Tomorrow
1t is this way he conAdod. and bic
deep 81 eyes sparkled you ars an IDEAL
ist. Wait until you are ssisonsd by
slightly years. am ~, and I've lived ON
tho so-caliod East Side Cor sixty Of nv
years. ! speak English bstter than do
Yiddish, 80 10 san my brold / write
Yiddish plays. stories. lovs lettsrs. and
would pr0ach Il my voicO Woud hold out
am an eK-rabbi YOu know what a
rabbi is; you are Old enough. An sx-
anything 10 a mistako-particularly nn
eE-dramatlc critic or an e4-millionaira'
You must have segn many changaa
in your life over here vontursd.
Ny frisnd. have sseR ssany changes.
yot nothing changes We aro bonn, live
mors or loas unhappily and die. That's
an TherO arc more d my coroligioniuts
now than therB wors When We first went
up the Bowery. Then they pulled my
heard and throw stones at us. Now We
live In houses built. perhaps. with thosa
vogy stones; certainly built by our for
bearunc8. We live
ne prnagd on. Ha bored me. tlAS ocs,.