The evening world., 1911-09-13

QpHOUT doubt much Of the
spirit and genius of tho Caliph
w Harun Al Rashid descended to
the Margrave August Michael
" Won Paulsen Quigg.
Oueg's restaurant Is in Fourth ave-
nus--that sti ect that the city oeems to
have forgotten II. IT'S growth. Fourth
avenue-born Inc bred In the Bowery-
stasgers northwerd full Of good reso-
lutions.
Where It crosses Fourteenth street It
struts for a brief moment proudly In
the glare Of tho museums and cheap
theatres. 1t may yet become a fit
mate for It's high-born sister boulevard
10 the west. or It's roaring. polyglot.
broad-waisted cousin 20 the east.
II passes Union Square, and here the
hoofs OF the dray horses seem to thun-
her In unison, recalling the tread Of
marching hosts-Hooray!
but now come The silent and terrible
Notwithstanding square as forts.
high as the clouds, shutting out the
sky. where thousands Of slaves bend
over. desks all day. On tho ground
floors are only little frui; shops n
llundries and book shops. where you
&c copies OF "Llttell's Living Age" and
". W. NJ. Reynolds's novels In the win
dows. And next-poor Fourth avenue!
the street ylides into medieval soli-
Jude. On each side are tho shops de-
Voted. to Antiques"
Let us say 1t Is night. Men Ia rusty
AMOR Stand Ia tine windows and menace
sbe hurrying cars with raised. rusty iron
iuntlets. IIauberks and helms, blunder-
uses, ~Cromwelllan breastplates. match
oeks. creeses and the swords and dag
ers OF an army OF d~ead-and-gone gal
ants CLEAN duly In the ghostly light.
Here II there from a corner saloon
lit With Jack-o'lanterns or phosphorus,
tagger forth shuddering. home-5ound
ltixens. nerved by the tankards within
o their fearsome journey adown that
ldrich avenue lined with the blood
tanned weapons OF the fighting dead.
What street could live inclosed by
hose mortuary relics. and trod by these
pectral citizens In whose sunken hearts
carce one good whoop or tra-la-la re-
hained?
Not Fourth avenue. Not after the finest
ut enlivening glorles OF the Little Ri
..ito-not after the echoing drum-beats
~ Union Square. There need be no
ears. ladies and gentlemen: tits but the
micide OF q street. With a shrek and a
rash Fourth venue dives headlong
Ito the tunflei at Ihirty-iourtn ana -
ever seen again.
Near the sad scene OF the thorough
tre's dissolution stood the modest res
aurant of Quigs. 1t stands there yet
you care To view It's crumbling e
rick front. It's SHOW window heaped
iith oranges, tomatoes. layer cakes.
les. canned asparagus-Iis papler-
rAche lobster and two Maltese kittens
sleep on a bunch OF lettuce-if you
are to SIT at one side OF the little
aoles upon whose cloth has been traced
n the yellowest of coffee stains the
rail OF the japanese Advanced, sit
here with one eye on your umbrella
Ind the other upon the bottle from
rhich' you drop the counterfeit sauce
'o!sted upon us by the cursed charla-
AN who assumes to be our dear old
ord and friend, the "Nobleman IN
ndIa."
Quigg's title came through his mother.
)ne OF her ancestors was a Margarine
rave. On account OF the dIlution OF
lis hcredity he found that he could
ieither become a reigning potentate nor
:et n Job In the City Hall. So he
'pened a restaurant.
He was a man full of thought and
eading. The business rave him a liv
e. though he gave II little attention
me side OF his house b~equeathed to
i'm q poetic and romantic nature, The
rther gave him tho restless spirit that
made him seek adventure. BY day he
Gas Qulgg, the restaurateur BY night