The New York herald., 1921-08-28
Bv STEFFA CAYDUSCHEK.
iaI Correspondence to THE NEW YoRR
IrpA

VIENNA Aug. 10.
II LEGANT carriages and motor cars
X are standing in long rows before
- the fine hotels, bars and coffee
houses of the fashionable districts How
many beautiful motor cars wait often until
dawn for their pleasure loving occupants.
Laughing, chattering, giggling and litter
ing fills the heavy night air. violin
plays applause-laughter and clap
ping--is heard. The light of the colored
lamps falls on the dark street. On the first
floor of house opposite window is shut.
The feverish child tosses about.
In the wine locality one makes noise and
laughs Never before o'clock In the morn
ing is 1t quiet there.
Summer night Vienna seems to be
asleep, the sleep of forgetfuness ;.
Vienna. the unhappy town of long suffer-
ings! But does Vienna sleep? Out of the
night localities. in public houses and bars,
one hears music, the singing of the noisy,
frolicsome guests. One MARBLES fox trot,
tango and ragtime; whistles and huns
the newest opera tunes, the champagne
foams and sparkles.
Thousands and thousands kroner notes
crackle. Black Hungarian eyes shine.
Mice and sweet are the Viennese girls
luls a full voice.
"Dio mio ST. sil" says young italian with
black cherry eyes and curly hair.
Plates, knives and forks clatter on the
tables and on silver trays a waiter offers the
most attractive delicacies. The vioins play
on. Tobacco smoke mounts in heavy clouos.
Outside the trees rustic gently in the night
wind and the horses stamp impatiently. In
the motor cars sit the weary drivers, asleep.
And the dear old silvern moon laughs as
a. - 4. 1en11 nj
at Vienna and its people,
..H LEASE, a piece of bread; 1 beg
- you for a little piece of bread; !
am so hungry" The noise of the
city browns the pleading child's voice
woman with a basket passes A moment she
looks in the sad chids eyes, out of whfch
one sees the whole misery Of Vienna! Out
Of her basket she takes a piece Of bread anu
gives ii to the child, who grabs at 1t with
thin little hands. Then she continues her
way.
Why do the people in the narrow street
crowd together? Has something happened!
1.-TWO boys have fight!" says man IN
the crowd.
Two boys are rolling about in dirt and
mud In vain a soldier tries to separate
them. At last A whining little boy covers
on the pavement with blue nose, out Of
which the blood runs. His dirty, pale face
is all scratched and from his left ear drops
blood.
On the stony pavement lies the piece of
bread and the little one tries to scratch 1t
off with his finger nails.
man bends over the boy. who has
hurt you. little one?"
THAT one!" and the dirty hand shows
toward boy, half grown, who was held
by a soldier.
Somebody goes to fetch a policeman. A
woman takes up a collection for the poor
little one.
The policeman arrives With his pencil
he writes in his notebook. Then he takes
hold of the wriggling criminal" and leads
the "sacrifica laI - by the hand. Followed
by a crowd, tie policeman leads the two
fighters to the police station
All for a piece of breadi
TAR away, on the borders of the city
E in a dark house. poor, weak young
woman lay dying. A worlSman's wife
had found her covering in the darkness o.
a doorway and had taken her to her miser
able lodging. OH she pitied this poor crea