New-York tribune., 1913-07-20

with a sack over my shoulder ! set out 10
| find provender Passing along the flank
Of the steep hillside above the river
came TO a group Of unatt 7nded little Si-
/ berian cows and their calves who had
/ been dispatched on a similar errand to
my own Il thought ] detected a twin
/ kle in the eye OF a hobbledehoy black
/ bull calf" runs my journal, that l was
soon 10 understand" a mile ahead lay
the village. a collection OF a couple Of
score stockaded one story huts. ranged
along d dusty waterfront. II was per
vaded by an air Of languid laziness.
/ Knots OF boys and men wearing shirts
Of shot silk, red al this angle, mauve at
[ that, hung about open doorways sat on
I fences or dawdlcd aimlessly between
/ the pigs couchant and wandering kline
A dumpy woman, barefooted and with a
gay scarf over her head, was feeding
chickens among some wneelless prairie
! schooners and. on the bank youth
was following an embryo "dugout' with
an adze. Through the windows Of a GER
tain cottage ! remarked some gaudy gro
| Gerry packets This then was the shop.
was glad to find il. You see, the next
shop, II one walked on north 10 II, lay on
the other side OF a wilderness rather
larger than Germany, Had that gone
out Of business there might conceiyably
be another one before one came 10 the
Arctic Ocean. but 1t looked rather like a
tourney on over the roof top Of the world,
stopping at the North Pole for tea, and
down TO Quebec. And we were hungry.
NO MEAT, NO BREAD, NO MILK.
7 entered. Within found disheyeled
old dame, her gray hair flowing loosely
, over her shoulders. No. she had not
meat No. she had no karlbasar (sau-
sage. No bread no -four, no fruit. no
biscuits. no vegetables, no MILK no Dut-
Ter. no eggs, no fowl. no kerosene. She
nonchalantly III cigarette and began 10
rock the baby which lay IN pie OF
rags on kind OF pan suspended from
rafter staple by a spring. An, had she
fish? / had forgotten fish. worthy
mother, vest lee 90 vas reebaE NO. she
had not. SO l passed behind the counter
and pulled dirty scraps Of sackins ana
homespun cloth from likely tubs ana
boxes They were empty. Now for the
shelves: but there | fared no better tor
The grocery packages announcing that
tbev contained all manner Of succulent
dainties we're merely dummies.
I ransacked that shop from stem 10
stern and | found its Stockton IT hao
como stock-consisted of some CAKES OF
scented soap. a handful of lead penclls
and a couple Of dozen cellulod COMBS
OF shops in cellars treatise might De
written. They are a class apart know
a philadelphia shop in Lombard street
CELLAR that deals exclusively In Kerosene
framed portrait prints Of lbsen ana
hrined cucumbers. There Is shop IN an
East side cellar here in New York which
sells ritual paraphernaliG employed Dy ao-
berents TO the Hebratc faith ana the
creek orthodox Church in Russia IL Is a
dark cellar. and the proprietor Sis IN
noint of vantage where he can catch
alimpse OF the profile Of your nose as y'u
cIauber down the rickety steps, mus
knowing whether 10 offer you an ikoh oi
81 Paul or a Passover rattle.
THE LONDON TEA SHOPS.
London is unique in so far as lts ted
sbons are concerned. They houTish on
every hand. Not the usually unclean eat
ing dens OF an American city, win theiI
cumbersome earthenware mugs ana
e-easy tables. but establishments OF a
ah4n