The column was over a mile long, and made up of men and women afoot; camels, gaily decked hors.e.m.e.n, wild Bedouins from Arabia"s desert"s; carriages, rolling chairs, reindeer and dog sledges. From the fur garments of the Laplanders leading the column, to the sea-gra.s.s, thoroughly ventilated costumes of the Samoans, was presented a contrast that marked the display all along the line. It seemed as if there had been a revival of the Babel scene from the Pentateuch. It seemed that the confusion of tongues had just come to pa.s.s and people had not yet become accustomed to talk anything but Sanscrit or Chinese.
There was a gathering of a.s.sorted freaks not surpa.s.sed since Noah came out of the ark, and an a.s.sortment of people never seen before. When Mr.
Moody preaches to the Midway Plaisance, surely the scripture will be fulfilled as to preaching the gospel to all the nations of the earth.
Then the bedlam of strange cries were heard again. These peculiar sounds came from the Dahomey warriors and amazons, black as night and stupid as pigs. In thin cloth and hair garments that concealed just a little of their bodies, the blacks romped as they sang and beat upon long cartridge shaped drums.
The noisiest part of the parade began with the Algerian village. Drums resounded, clarinets screeched, castanets clattered, and the shrill cries of the dancing girls rose above all the tumult. The girls rode in rolling chairs, and while they were not busy rivaling the banshee of Ireland, they laughed and flirted to their hearts" content.
The Chinese was the most gorgeous contingent in the column. Costumed in rare and brilliant silks, ablaze with gold and silver, the Chinese actors and actresses made a brilliant appearance. But it was the dragon that wriggled behind them that caught the crowd. It was 125 feet long, and its mouth was big enough to swallow a man without tearing his clothes on its fangs. When it pa.s.sed the beer tunnel in the "Plaisance,"
its glaring eyes turned toward a man whose best friends have been to Dwight. The man shuddered and drew a long and nervous breath.
"Take me away from here, Bill," the man said to his companion. "I never thought I could get in this kind of a fix. I"m a quitter right now."
From a distance it looked like a monster sea serpent on a spree. It was really a dragon, at least that"s what the Chinese call it; but it was in fact the finest exhibit ever beheld of what a diseased imagination can do for a victim of strong drink. It could easily claim the prize as being the most terrifying object on earth.
The people from the "Street of Cairo," afoot and mounted on camels and donkeys, headed their part of the procession with the Turkish flag, and swift-footed runners guarded the banner, while men in rusty, antique chain-armor were near to defend. A horde of fakirs and jugglers of all colors, from jet-black Soudanese to fair-faced Greeks, pressed close at their heels, stripped to the waists, with bare feet, and cutting up all sorts of tricks. Swordsmen, garbed in long robes, twirling naked blades and shields as they hopped about one another in imitation of combat; more donkey boys; Nubians bearing carved Egyptian images, one of which was of the sacred bull done in gold; bayaderes and nautch dancers, not very good looking, but with fine white arms and well-turned ankles and gorgeous in oriental robes and colors--all flocked after the fakirs.
Then came the Persians, the women playing upon hurdy-gurdies and singing a plaintive air more suggestive of melody than any other native music in the line. The lion banner of the Shah was carried proudly, and this detachment closed with a score of Persian gladiators, naked to the waist. They seemed to be superbly executed pieces of bronze set in motion.
The "Beauty Show" was in the parade. Blarney Castle had several lads and la.s.ses present, led by the pipes and a jig-dancer as agile as an antelope and as tireless as an electric fan, for he jigged all the way the procession marched. Then the Samoans came along. Stalwart men are they, yellow-skinned and muscular, and in their airy sea-gra.s.s garments, knee short and chest high, they presented a splendid physical appearance, while the women were pleasant-faced and fairly pretty. The men danced a war dance while marching along, and their fierce wielding of their clubs had greater influence in putting back the fast encroaching crowds than did the oft repeated command of the Columbian guard to stand back.
The South Sea Islanders, with nothing much more than feathers and gra.s.ses about their bodies and on their heads, sang a wild but tuneful melody as they brandished war clubs and danced about, their well-greased bodies gleaming in the sun. Three pretty Hula-Hula girls in the party sang all the time. Their dress was very fantastic; short, full skirts of brilliant-colored gra.s.ses fell to their bare brown knees. Flowers and gra.s.ses were twined in their hair. A short, tight-fitting robe of gra.s.ses and feathers fell over their shoulders and ended at their waists.
The young women who ill.u.s.trate all the various types of beauty to be seen anywhere on earth, from Hong Kong to State street, made up the line. They were in carriages, and attracted much attention.
The odd procession traversed the Fair grounds to the east end of the Electricity building, and then returned to their respective shows.
It was now getting late in the afternoon and Uncle said, "Now, let us be taking our last looks."
"Papers, Mister? All about the Sunday Fair."
Uncle bought a paper and read the headlines:
_"GATES REMAIN OPEN"_
_"Courts" Final Decision in Favor of Sunday Fair Judges are Unanimous--Overrule Judgment of United States Circuit Court"_
_"Court Room and Halls Crowded with People Eager to Hear the Decision"_
_"The Chief Justice brushes away the Cobwebs of sophistry and religious paternalism by which the Sabbatarian sects sought to close the Gates against the Millions"_
"I didn"t see no millions when I was here Sunday, did you, Sarah? And the grounds looked lots like a big grave yard, with some people sad like, a wandering through."
The sweat began to come on Uncle"s face. His big bandanna was brought into play. "So they"ve opened it. Well, I don"t know, I don"t know. It kind of worries me somehow, as if they oughtn"t a done it. But I don"t understand all the law and the gospel. I surely didn"t do no wrong when I thought seeing the Fair on Sunday was right, if it do disturb me like, just now. I thought our Savior meant seeing the Fair on Sunday when he said "It is lawful to do well on the Sabbath day." But when I see the beer tunnel full of people, and the furrin theayters a runnin", it didn"t look lawful, and I wisht I was back to our old church a sittin"
in the corner. Anyhow, I hope I didn"t do any of it."
Uncle walked on slowly in a very sad and meditative mood. Aunt looked as if there was something that had overthrown all her high sentiment on her first Sunday of seeing the entrancing visions of the great Exposition. There were religious realities touching her soul now, and she walked on rapidly with f.a.n.n.y, leaving Uncle behind. Johnny was flipping pebbles at some ducks in the lagoon and Uncle had stopped to look in at one of the doors of Liberal Arts hall. While he was standing there two dapper young men came walking hastily by. One caught sight of Uncle and quickly uttered a low whistle. His companion stopped short as the first one said: "Der"s de old duffer; let"s work him."
"Naw, we can"t do it. He"ll remember me mistake in change an" de blasted trainboy biz."
""I"ll bet you a fiver he don"t! You"re trigged out altogether new, an"
your gran"mother wouldn"t know ye."
"Nothin" like tryin", so here goes," and the speaker walked on a few steps and half concealed himself behind a column, close enough to hear all that was said.
"Well, how do you do, Deacon Jones? I am awfully surprised. It"s like two needles meeting in a haystack for us to meet here. Isn"t it now!
It"s a long time since I saw you back in old Barnville, Sage county, Indiana; but I remembered you the minute I clapped my eyes on you. I suspect you"d like to hear from some of your old neighbors."
The speaker was still holding Uncle"s hand, and Uncle was looking at him in a bewildered manner, as if searching intensely in the picture gallery of memory"s old time faces.
"I see you can"t place me, but I guess it"s "cause I was only a chunk of a lad, but I see you often in the "amen corner" of the Barnville Baptist church. You see my father was killed in one of the battles before Atlanta, and mother and me, when I was a boy, didn"t have much to live on, only our pension. So I had to work hard, and didn"t git around much for to be seen by anybody. I was converted and joined the church just about the time you moved away. Then I went into Mr. Monroe"s store and got to be chief clerk, and then when the bank was opened at Barnville I was made cashier, and in three or four years I was called to be cashier in the First National here, so you see I have been more successful than most of the poor boys about Barnville whose fathers never came back from defending their country."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I SEE YOU CAN"T PLACE ME."]
"Ah, my boy," said Uncle, "my heart always warms up for my comrades"
children. I believe I recollect you now. Wasn"t you the boy what swum out into the crick at high water, when the bridge went down while preacher Barker"s wife was crossing with her baby to bring him back from Bethel, and towed "em safe to sh.o.r.e?"
"Yes, sir. I"m the lad."
"Widow Brown"s son George?"
"Yes, sir, George Brown, from Barnville, is what I am."
"Well, well, my boy, I knowed I recollected you. My memory"s bad enough, but I haint forgot ye and yer brave deed. Well, I"m glad your succeeding so well, and I hope you haint forgot your redemption before the Cross."
"No, Deacon, I haven"t, and I trust I am doing the Lord"s will, as I ought, though I know sometimes I fall short. I take part more than most of the young people in our church, but I trust I will still be moved to do more and more for our holy cause."
"There, there! It"s proud I am to see in this great wicked city one of Barnville"s boys so true to the teachings of our Lord and Master that he learnt in our old home church."
Here the young man coughed lightly, as if the emotion of religious memories was swelling up in his throat and almost choking his utterance.
"But I guess everybody has forgot me at Barnville. It"s mor"n twelve years now."
"Not at all, Deacon. Every time I go back there to the old church I hear somebody speak of Deacon Jones."
"Do tell----!"
At this moment a young man came up hurriedly and tapped "George" on the shoulder. "George" turned at once, and said: "How do you do, Henry?
Henry, this is my old friend, Deacon Jones, from the home of my boyhood.
Mr. Jones, Mr. Wilson. I am proud, Deacon, to have you meet my friend here, who is one of the Exposition directors and manager of one of the most important departments on the grounds."
"I would be very glad to talk longer with you and your friend Mr. Brown, but I was just hunting for Johnson, the paymaster. Iv"e got to have two hundred dollars inside of ten minutes or there will be the biggest howl among employees you ever saw."
"Oh, you needn"t hunt any longer for Johnson, Mr. Wilson, here"s my check for the sum and you can cash it at once at the World"s Fair bank,"
and Mr. Brown, who was none other than Arthur Blair, the confidence man and bogus detective, drew out a First National bank check book.
"But that"s exactly the trouble. It is now past banking hours, and for some reason Johnson has not come around."
A troubled look came over Mr. Blair"s face in his anxiety to help out his friend. Turning to Uncle he said: "Perhaps the Deacon can help my friend out and then cash my check here on the grounds in the morning."