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flow A GREAT CITY FEEDS “NIGHT HAWKS” SasO Restaurants Where Hsboes and Business Men Sit to Eat, Shoulder to Shoulder. WAITERS’ WONDERFUL VOCABULARY Used to Have Their Own Description for A'l Dishes Called for by the Hungry Throng—Tramp Not Always an Important Factor in All-Night Resorts. Brooklyn.—Nocturnal ramblers In this great city need never go home hungry, if they feel the pangs of appe tite demanding food before they retire and are fearful lest the pantry at home will not furnish material for a ' snack.” There are in the borough nearly, if not fully. 100 all-night restau rants—places that never close their j doors. Of course, that number is small when compared with the list of all-night “joints” in Manhattan, but Brooklyn is essentially a city of homes, and the wonder is that so many places find it profitable to keep open day and night. Naturally the summer season is the best for this class of restaurants. The surrounding beaches attract multi tudes of visitors at night, and the late trolleys carry full loads to various parts of the borough. With its vast netw «rk of street railways, Brooklyn “silverware” so worn that the brass beneath is plainly visible, but the “soft-shells” are done to a turn, and although the place may have no sa loon license, one can always get a bottle of cold beer to wash down the succulent sea-food. Steaks, chops and eggs, too, are always in good demand, and to the really hungry man they un doubtedly taste better than the light er foods. At one restaurant a sign informs the passer-by that: For supper we give beefsteak, pota toes. bread and butter, a cup of tea or coffee, one kind of sauce or jelly, a plate of cakes and syrup, all for 20 cents. Careworn Knight of the Road Seeks His Supper. At ttfe door of this place was no ticed a queer specimen of humanity, Am AND, '/FAflOAT. 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Beginning at the Brooklyn bridge, or near it, one may follow the regular channels of travel and find plenty of places where the wants of the inner man are attended to in vari ^ ous styles. At this season of the year shell-fish—clams, lobsters, crabs and even oysters—are in the greatest de mand, and there are places where such food is prepared in a very tempt ing manner. There may be no nap kins; the dishes may be of heavy earthenware instead of china and the who had shuffled in from somewhere out of the black night. He stopped in front of the place and read the at tractive offer that was portrayed on the banner. As the stroller conclud ed reading he thrust his right hand into a pocket of his frayed trousers. Of years he had perhaps attained 40, and the finger of time had not dealt gently with him, for his face was seamed with wrinkles and he looked careworn. His clothing was tattered and his linen—if a grimy shirt that had not seen a laundry in some weeks might be so dignified—had seen long usage; his straw hat had great rents in the crown, through which protrud ed an occasional lock of rusty, un kempt hair; his coat was shiny and worn at the cuffs and elbows; the bot toms of his trouser legs, too, were ; badly frayed and “scuffed" out by the | frequent contact of his ankles, and through holes in a pair of mismated ; shoes could be seen more than a sus i picion of bare toes. His beard was unkempt and his hands and face were guiltless of any recent acquaintance with soap and water. After a moment’s meditation the hobo drew his hand from his pocket, deposited its contents into his left hand and then began a systematic search of his other pockets. The re The oriental wom an is the most restful in the world. One cannot know the oriental woman by effort—there are no op portunities save by liv ing in the orient and asking no questions. Then the realiza tion of all she is gradually quickens and dawns and possesses until she seems to be the most perfect complement of the life of man—that is, of the tired man. Sir Edwin Arnold, Lafcadio Hearn and Pierre Loti were all tired men. And there are many others who never raise their heads from the nirvana under the swing punkah to tell their lotus dreams. The culture of these men was broad. Their experience wide. Their Inatures lofty. Their choice unlimited. When Sir Edwin Arnold's relations remonstrated with him, he always simply replied: “She rests me.” The missionaries would try to insinuate some life of harem-like sensuality. This is not true ©rmttal Human aa 3liteal Utfe By EDMUND RUSSELL. suit was 23 cents, a lead medal, part of a package of cigarettes and a sus pender buckle. He slowly counted his cash assets and returned the other articles to his pockets. His resources were more than sufficient to pay for the meal which he plainly had in con templation, but he hesitated as he looked again at the money. “No Pie, No Supper,” the Tramp’s Ultimatum. “Twenty-three cents." he said to himself, “is two whiskies or four beers, with a tip-top lunch throwed in. I'm durned hungry, but ’ lame me if I want ter blow in all me cash on grub. Say, boss,” he continued, ad dressing the lone waiter in the place, “do youse throw in a piece o’ pie with this 'ere bountee-ous reepast?” “Nope; pies extra,” was the reply. “That settles it,” grumbled the stroller, haughtily. “My esthetic taste demands pie an’ ’less my pampered appertite is satiated with American pie, I eats somewheres else.” With that he turned away with a look of real or simulated disgust. “The bill of fare doesn’t seem up to your standard,” ventured a guest. “It seems to me a very liberal meal for the money.” “Well, it ain’t so worse,” responded the hobo, “purty fair fer Brooklyn, but it ain’t a marker to what you kin get in some cities. Now, in Cincinnati there's cheap joints where they give a meal that’d fill up any man’s stom ach fer 15 cents, one kind o’ meat, all the bread an’ butter you kin eat, two cups o’ tea er coffee, apple sass, fried spuds, beans er cabbage, an’ a hunk o’ pie. What do you think o' that?” “It certainly is a liberal spread. I don’t see how they can do it.” “Well, they do, an’ they make good big money, too. In New Orleans and San Francisco, the saloons are close competitors of the restaurants. At noon they serve a delicious meal, roast beef, excellent potatoes, with gravy, fresh vegetables, the best bread and butter, a salad and superior dessert—and they give you a drink of the best whisky, all for 25 cents!” Traveler in Many Lands and a Keen Observer. The man spoke enthusiastically; his eyes brightened and it was noted quickly that he had quite dropped his hobo dialect “You must have been a great trav eler,” he ventured. “Ye3. sir; I have traveled all over the world. I had money, at one time, though I don’t look now as though I had ever been anything but a tramp.” e was evidently telling the truth, and his audience wanted to hear more of his adventures. The “tourist” read ily accepted an invitation to join in a 20 cent meal, to which he did ample justice. The listener, thinking he would take no chances, suggested that he would take some eggs. “I wouldn’t advise you to do it— here,” said the hobo. "An egg is like a woman's character. It must be ‘strictly’ good, or it isn’t any good at all. These restaurants do not supply their patrons with the best eggs, but buy from the cold storage warehouses, where they can buy cheap. It is a healthy hen that can lay good eggs in August.” “You seem well posted on the res taurants of this city,” said the listen- j er. “Are there many that give a wholesome meal at reasonable prices?” “Yes. 1 may say that the majority of them do. In fact, they will aver age very well with most large cities. There are a number of popular priced restaurants over the river that serve better food, but they are in locations where they can depend upon a large trade. The genus hoho is a large tactor in the patronage of a majority of the all-night places. The tramp is ioo lazy to even eat in the daytime, and what he does eat he usually begs. In the morning he seldom has a cent. He gets' a breakfast at some back door, maybe, and then he ‘rests’ all Jay. At night he ‘cadgers,’ or begs, from men who appear to be well fed md good natured, and it is perhaps far into the night before he has ‘the nrice’ for a meal. If, after he has had all he wants to drink, he has enough money left, he spends it for a sub stantial meal. But it is usually drink irst, and then eat, for a man who has the price of a drink can always jet enough free lunch to last him. Genus Tramp Is Not Very Frequent Guest. “But Brooklyn all-night restaurants ire freer from the genus tramp than hose of any city I have visited. In :he summer, particularly, the best patronage of such places comes from parties who have spent the evening and well along toward morning at Coney Island, the Rockaways, Bright on, North and other beaches. The sea air has sharpened their appetites and they feel the need of food before retiring. At the transfer points of the various trolley lines, they notice little eating places, and, as the win dows are usually made attractive, the sight tempts them. You will find them at various points along Fulton street, clear out to East New York; The meddling societies fall bac all a literary man wants for a wife i cook and knows just enough to fine married-and-settled who plays the alone to commune with Helen of 1 But fhis also does not fit, for t literate; nay. even if she knows not t er education" of thousands of years, she has attained by different process It is her heritage of centuries thought, handed down bv those wh in the silence. She is like a flower of the fore: fort and struggle. The sectional t chased. But she must keep oriental an bring his treasure home—her veils the bloom will be brushed from the Put her into corsets, tight boot they will soon have her lecturing ai Rest-Cure for Man!” She has always been taught th woman to be absorbed in her husb; It is difficult tor her to adapt h along Broadway, In Williamsburg, on Nostrand, Flushing and Franklin av enues, on Washington. Sands and other streets, not far from the Brook lyn bridge, and elsewhere. “There is a place I've noticed, but have never gone into it. It is a high toned negro joint, where the ‘Afro American’ sports congregate. It is in the ‘dark’ district and is a regular ‘moke’ Delmonico’s, with private sup per rooms where the negro gamblers take their ‘girls’ after a ‘killing’ at craps and spend their money freely. It is undoubtedly one of the most prosperous places in the borough. Then there are a lot of Chinese chop suey joints, where there is nothing do ing until long after midnight. You seldom hear of these places, for they are run quietly, and if there are any rough house in them, you may depend upon it the fault is with some unruly patron who has had more drink than is good for him before he entered the Chinaman’s place. “Of the real ‘tough’ joints that were some years ago so common in New York, there is scarcely one left in the greater city. The police espionage has spoiled their business and they have disappeared, probably forever. Small loss at that, though they did stir up things in the old days. It was no uncommon sight to see fighting, or evidences of fighting, all along the Bowery, and murders were also fre quent. Now a murder in such a place comes pretty near putting the busi ness on the blink. Walters Gave Orders in Own Vernacular. "The tough waiter, too, is practic ally a thing of the past. It used to be so distinctive of waiters to give their orders in a vernacular of their own that imitations were transferrel to the stage, and some of them were funny. If a patron wanted a plate of wheat cakes, well browned, the waiter translated it: ‘A stack of whites wit’ a copper.’ If he wanted poached eggs on toast, it was ‘Adam an' Eve afloat in midocean, wit’ the sunny sides up.’ A cup of coffee was, and is, ‘Draw one!’ If you want it without milk, it is ‘Draw one in de dark!’ Roast beef rare, with boiled potatoes, would be ‘One slaughter-house in de pan wit’ de Murphy brudders!' “One of the funniest things I have heard in a restaurant was a colloquy between a tough waiter and a cus tomer equally tough. The customer had been served, but, on cutting open his potato, he found it was black in side. He motioned to the waiter, who approached. “ ‘Say, cull,’ he said, good naturedly, ‘de spud is on de punk. Give us anud der, will you?’ “ ‘Sure t’ing,’ replied the waiter, taking the offensive potato, and going to the dumbwaiter, where he shouted ‘Return good for evil!' “In the same restaurant a man came in and ordered Boston baked beans, without any pork. The wait er's order to the cook was ‘One Sun day breakfast fer a Boston Hebrew.’ “Well, I must be going,” said the hobo, who had cleaned his plate. “Sorry to leave you, but I’m afraid my family’ll be worried,” and he chuckled at the sarcasm. “Won't you have another cup of cof fee?” “No, thank you; I never drink but two cups. It might spoil my sleep. Much obliged for the feed, for I have enough to get a good breakfast—or a good drink or two. Most likely it’ll be the drinks. Good night.” Indian Claimed Him as Brother. Congressman Llewellya Powers, of Maine, besides being a millionaire, is a man of striking appearance. Being tall, lean, with high cheek bones and wearing his coarse, black hair long, he bears some resemblance to the ab origines of this continent. One day, while traveling on a Maine railroad, where “Indians and ministers’’ ride for half fare, Mr. Powers met a mem ber of the Fassamaquoddy tribe in the smoking car and started in to question his copper-colored constitu ent as to his manner of living and how he liked the tribal relations in Maine. After some minutes of talk Mr. Powers asked: “By the way, which of the two tribes do you be long to?" “Myself bin all Passama quoddy,” replied the Indian. “W’at tribe was you bin?” Before the Bos ton drummer who sat in adjoining seats had finished laughing Mr. Pow ers discovered that he had urgent business which called him to the Pull man. Colombia’s Climate. Although Colombia Is geographical ly in the tropics, some regions, owing to their elevation, have a climate as cool and refreshing all the year round as Vermont in May and September. Beds in Waiting Rooms. Waiting rooms with beds are a spe cialty of railway stations in Sweden. The porter calls the sleepers ten min utes before the arrival of ‘heir trains. First Mo.able Scenery. Movable scenery was first used in theaters in 1508. It was invented by Baldassare Peruzzi, and displayed in Rome before Leo X. k on the old Balzacian notion that > an illiterate woman who is a good 1 his slippers—a sort of Marguerite :lea-ex-machina that he may be left roy in his poems. he oriental woman is in no wav il i read or write, she holds the "high when wt were savages, and though she has attained. > of holiness, reverence, poetic o knew the paths of power attained it and has unfolded without our ef ookcase of her mind was not pur d live in seclusion even if the poet must not be lifted to the crowd or lily. 5, high heels and the strenuous, and woman’s clubs on “Woman U .No ; holiest thing in the world is for a ind. to be both goddess and sla\e. ! irself to dead level of equality A FOOL FOR LOVE By FRANCIS LYNDE AUTHOR OF “THE GRAFTERS." ETC. (Copyright, UUi.hy J. P. LippmootlCo.) CHAPTER V—Continued. Those »uu Knew her best said it was a warning to be heeded in Miss Virginia Ca-leret when her eyes were downcast and her voice sank to its sortest cadence. “Why, certainly; how simple!” she paid, taking her cousin’s arm again; and the secretary went in to set the wires at work in Winton’s affair. Now Miss Carteret was a woman in every hber of her, but among her gifts she might have counted some that were, to say the least, super-feminine. Cne of these was a measure of discre tion which would have been fairly creditable in a past master of diplo macy. So, while the sympathetic part of her was crying out for a chance to ta.k Winton’s threatened danger over with some one, she lent herself outwardly to the Reverend x.illy’8 mood—which was one of scenic enthusiasm; this without prejudice to a growing deter mination to intervene in behalf of fair piay for Winton if she could find a way. But the way obstinately refused to discover itself. The simple thing to do would be to appeal to her uncle s sense of justice. It was not like him to fight with ignoble weapons, sne thought, and a tactful word in season might make him recall the order to the superintendent. But she could not make the appeal without betraying Jastrow. She knew well enough that the secretary had no right to show her the telegrams; Knew also that Mr. Somerville Darrah’s first word would be a demand to know how -she had learned the company’s business secrets. Regarding Jastrow as little as a high bred young woman to whom sentiment is as the breath of life can regard a man who is quite devoid of it, she was still far enough from the thought of effacing him. lo this expedient there was an un hopeful alternative: namely, the send ing, by the Reverend Billy, or, in the last resort, by herself, of a warning message to Winton. But there were obstacles reemingiy insuperable She had not .he faintest notion of how such a warning should be addressed; and again, the operator at Argentine was a Colorado & Grand River em ploye, doubtless loyal to his salt, in which case the warning message would never get beyond his waste basket “Getting too chilly for you out here? —want to go in?" asked the Reverend Billy, when the scenic enthusiasm be gan to outwear itself. “No; but I am tired of the sertry-go part of it—ten steps and a turn,” she confessed. “Can’t we walk on the track a little way?' Calvert saw no reason why they might not, and accordingly helped her over to the snow-encrusted path be tween the rails. “We can trot down and have a look at their construction camp, if you like,” he suggested, and thitherward they went There was not much to see, after all, as the Reverend Billy remarked when they had reached a coign of vantage below the curve. A siring of use-worn bunk cars; a "dinkey” caboose serving as the home on wheels of the chief of construction and his assistant; a crooked siding with a gang of dark skinned laborers at work unloading a car of steel. These in the immediate foreground; and a little way apart, perched high enough on the steep slope of the mountain side to be out of the camp turmoil, a small structure, half plank and half canvas—to-wit, the end-of-track telegraph office. It was V irginia who first marked the boxed-up tent standing on the slope. “What uo you suppose that little house-tent is for?” she asked. “1 don’t know,” said Calvert. Then he saw the wires and ventured a gueso which hit the mark. “I didn’t suppose they would have a telegraph office,” she commented, wi.h hope rising again. “Oh, yes; they’d have to have a wire; one of their own. Under the circumstances they could hardly use ours.’’ “No, she rejoined, absently. She was scanning th group of steel han dlers in the hope that a young man in a billy-cock uat and with a cigar ette between his lips would short.y reveal nimself. She found him after a time and turned quickly to her cousin. "There is Mr. Adams down there b7 the engine. Do you think he would come over and speak to us it he knew we were here?” The Reverend Billy’s smile was of honest admiration. “How could you doubt it? Wait here a minute and I'll call him for you.” He was gone before she could reply —across the ice bridge spanning one of the pools, and up the rough, frozen embankment of the new line. There were armed guards here, too, as well as at the front, and one of them halted him at the picket line. But Adams saw and recognized him, and present ly the two were crossing to where Vir ginia stood waiting. • Eheu! what a little world we live in. Miss Virginia! Who would have thought of meeting vou here?” said the technologian, taking her hand at the precise e’evation "i-e^crlbed by •good form—Boston good form. "ihe shock is mutual,” she laughci. "I must say that you and Mr. Winton have cho~en a highly imrr'nvent’''-na' .environment for vmr sketching field.” “I m down,” he admitted, chesrfu ly; “please don't trample on me. But really, it wasn’t all fib. Jack does do things wi'h a pencil—other things be sides mars and working profi’es. I n«^an. Won’t you come over and l°t me do the honors of the studio?” with a grandiloquent arm-sweep meant to include the construction camp in gen era! and the “dinkey” caboose in par ticular. It was the invitation she would have j angled for, but she was too wise to assent too readily. "Oh, no; I think we mustn’t. I’m afraid Mr. Winton might not like it.” | “Not like it? If you’ll come he’ll j never forgive himself for not being nere to ‘shoot up’ the camp for you in person. He is away, you know; gone j to Carbonate for the day.” • i “Ought we to go, Cousin Billy?” she asked, shifting, not the decision, but the responsibility for it, to broader shoulders. “Why not, if you care to?” said the athlete, to whom right-of-way fights were mere matters of business in no wise conflicting with the social ameli orations. Virginia hesitated. There was a thing to be said to Mr. Adams, and j that without delay; but how could she say it with her cousin standing by to make an impossible trio out of any attempted duet confidential? A will ingness to see that Winton had fair play need not carry with it an open desertion to the enemy. She must not forget to be loyal to her salt; and, besides, Mr. Somerville Darrah’s right eous indignation was not lightly to be ignored. But the upshot of the hesitant pause ; was a decision to brave the conse quences—all of them; so she took Calvert’s arm for the slippery crossins of the ice bridge. Once on his own domain, Adams did the honors of the camp as thorough ly and conscientiously as if the hour held no care heavier than the enter tainment of Miss Virginia Carteret. He explained the system under which (he material war. kept moving forward lo the ever-advancing front; let her watch the rhythmic swing and slide of the rails from the car to the bench- j es; took her up into the cab of the big “octopod” locomotive; gave her a : chance to peep into the camp kitchen car; and concluded by handing her up the steps of the "dinkey.” “Oh, how comfortable!” she ex claimed. when he had shown her all the space-saving contrivances of the 1 / •‘CAN YOU SEND ALL, THAT?* Held office. “And this is where you and Mr. Winton work?" “It is wnere we eat and sleep,” cor rected Adams. “And speaking of eat ing: it is hopelessly the wrong end of the day—or it would be in Boston— but our Chinaman won’t know the dif ference. Let me" have him make you a dish of tea,” and the order was given before she could protest. “While we are waiting on Ah Foo I'll show you some of Jack’s sketches,” he went on, finding a portfolio and opening it upon the drawing board. “Are you quite sure Mr. Winton won’t mind?” she asked. “Mind? He’d give a month’s pay to be here to show them himself. He is peacock vain of his one small accom plishment, Winton is—bores me to death with it sometimes." “Really?” was the mocking rejoin der, and they began to look at the sketches. They were heads, most of them, im pressionistic studies in pencil or pastel, with now and then a pen-and-ink bear ing evidence of more painstaking after-work. They were made on bits of map paper, the backs of old letters, and not a few on leaves torn from an engineer’s note book. “They don't count for much in an artistic way,” said Adams, with the brutal frankness of a triendly critic, "but they will serve to show you that I wasn’t all kinds of an embroiderer when I was telling you about Winton’s proclivities the other day.” “I shouldn’t apologize for that, if I were you,” she retorted, “it is well past apology, don’t you think?” And then: “What is this one?” They had come to the last of the sketches, which was a rude map. It was penciled on the leaf of a memo randum, and Adams recognized it as the outline Winton had made and used in explaining the right-of-way entan glement. “It is a map.” ne said, “one that Jack drew day before yesterday when he was trying to make me understand the situation up here. I wonder why he kept it? Is there anything on the other side?” i Winton,” she suggested, playing the part of the capricious ingenue to the very upcast of a pair of mischievous eyes. “I’ll write it and you may sign it.” Adams stretched his complaisence | the necessary additional inch and j gave her a pencil ana a pad of blanks. She wrote rapidly: "Miss Carteret lias been here admiring your drawings. She took one of them away with her. and 1 couldn’t stop her without being rude. You shouldn't have done it | without asking her permission. She says—” “Oh, dear! I am making it awfully long. Does It cost so much a word?” “Xo,” said Adame, not without an effort. He war. beginning to be dis | tinctly disappointed in Miss Virginia. ' and was wondering in the inner depths ot him what piece of girlish frivoi-.y ! he was expected to sign and send to | his chief. Meanwhile she went on ! writing: ”—I am to tell you not to get into any j fresh trouble—not to let anyone else get I you into trouble: by which I Infer sh*. means that some attempt will be made to ! keep you from returning on the evening train.” “There, can you send all that?” she i asked, sweetly, giving the pad to tha I technologian. Adams read the first part, of the let | ter-length telegram with inward groan ; ings, but the generous purpose of it struck him like a whip blow when ho ! came to the thinly veiled warning, i Also it shamed him for his unworthy juogment of Virginia. “I thank you very ueartily, Miss Carteret,” he said, humbly. “It shall be sent word for word.” Then, for t.io Reverend William's benefit: "Winton deserves all sorts of a snubbing for taking liberties with your portrait. I'll see that he gets more of it when he ! comes back.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) 'How did he propose to you?” i “He led up to it very gradually." “Yes? Then it is true?” “What is true?" i "That he proposed to five other girla i before he proposed to you.”—Houston [ Post. She turned the lea?, and they both went speechless for the moment The reverse of the scrap of cross-ruled pa per held a very fair likeness of a face which Virginia's mirror had oftenest portrayed; a sketch setting forth in a few vigorous strokes of the pencil the Impressionist’s Ideal of the “god dess fresh from tne bath.” "By Jove.” exclaimed Adams, when he could find the word for his sur prise. Then he tried to turn it off lightly. “There is a good bit more of the artist in Jack than 1 have been giving him credit for. Don’t you know, he must have got the notion for that between two halt-seconds—when you rjpognized me on the platform at Kan sas City. It’s wonderful!” “So very wonderful that I think I shall keep it,” she rejoined, not with out a touch of austerity. Then she added: "Mr. Winton will probab y never miss it If he does, you will have to explain the best way you can." And Adams could only say "By Jove!“ again, and busy himself with pouring the tea which Ah Foo had brought in. In the nature of things the tea drinking in the stuffy "dinkey" draw ing-room was not prolonged. Time was flying. Virginia’s errand of mercy was not yet accomplished, and Aunt Martha in her capacity of anxious chaperon was not to be forgotten. Also, Miss Carteret had a feeing that under his well-bred exterior Mr. Mor ton P. Adams was chafing like any barbarian industry captain at this un warrantable intrusion and interrup tion. bo presently they all forthfared into the sun-bright, snow-blinding out-of door world, and Virginia gathered up her courage and took her di.emma by the horns. “I believe I have seen everything now except that tent-place up there." she asserted, groping purposefully for her opening. Adams called up another smile of acquiescence. “That is our telegraph office. Would you care to see It?" The technologian was of those who shirk all or shirk nothing. “I don't know why I should care to. but I do,” she replied, with charmi: g and childlike willfulness; so the three of them trudged up the slippery path to the operator's den on the slope. Not to evade his hospitable duty .n any part, Adams explained the use and need of a “front” wire, and Miss Car teret was properly interested. “How convenient!'’ she commented. “And you can come up here ant! talk to anybody you like—just as if it wera a telephone?” “To anyone in the company s serv ice,” amended Adams. “It is not a commercial wire.” “Then let us send a message to Mr.