In Pastures New

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es, but they are tramps-shabby genteel tramps, oiled and cheaply perfumed, full of shamefaced gayety, speaking wretched English. They come out of doorways at you, and in grovelling whispers beg of you to come with them and see all the wickedness of Paris. They attempt insulting familiarities

crisp evening in February, with snow lying in the neglected corners, we should have hunted for a grate fire; but no, we were in Paris and we wan

tain him except a few cigarettes, made of autumn leaves, and a large goblet filled with sweetened water. The newly arrived American wants to be truly Parisian, so he plants himself at a small table and settles back for an evening of calm enjoyment. In five minutes he has made a careful study of all the people at the neighbouring tables, he has watched t

to an entertainment in the church parlours at home unless assured by the pastor that the performance would be proper in all details. Here in Paris they sat in the front row of a music hall frequented by the gay characters of the bo

g to the musical singsong dialogue, of which I comprehended not one word. The pantomim

n to watch the outdoor shows. I remember a travelling amusement e

a hand-cart containing a roll of carpet, some coils of rope, two chairs, several dumbells, and those

tiness, suggested his connection with the profession, walked behind the car

rried a valise and one did not need to see it open to know that it contained the powder, grease-paint, comb and brush,

egation was seen again, a

oulevard "places" and was watching a performance. The big man wh

the cart, was now transformed into a cl

umb-bells into the air and held them there. His face was moist with pe

the stocky man, who was also in tights, and held him at arm's l

evoked some laughter by his comments on the various feats, and watched his opportunity to reach for the coppers. The big man worked incessantly, but the clown seemed to be the more popular with the loungin

ed up, taking deliberate aim with a rifle at a very small target twenty feet distant. The target was placed above a miniature prison ab

rget. First the bullet would strike just below and then just above or off at one side. He became discouraged once and started away, but

ell, which announced that he had hit the target. The prison doors flew open

pectacle dropped the gun and shoute

the bareheaded doll in the middle had its hands tied behind it and that the printed lines of the face expr

nt and lay with its head in the groove of the block. This was time to turn away, sick at hear

the handle of a pump. The tin blade fell, and the head, w

rnity! The reign of terror-