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came no sound. It was indeed a deserted city.

Not for the Eyes of the People.

The beauty of the peerless landscape, with its bright green tapestry dotted with a million fair blossoms, was not for the eyes of the people. The lagoons and canals, unfretted by the wind, lay shining in the light, but no trim craft cut the water or glistening blade cast shimmering ropes of pearls above the placid waters. Within the vast structures, the storehouses of the wealth of many nations, wherein are shown the products of man's genius, a few workmen hammered away. The splendid exhibits were covered with canvas and no mortal eye gazed upon them. Two thousand guards patrolled the park under orders to use force if necessary to keep safely hid the treasures from many lands. And so throughout the livelong day all these beauties lay, as much buried from the sight of the people, whose brains and money made them possible, as though the earth had opened and swallowed them up.

Outside the guarded barricade there was another picture in strange contrast to the peaceful one within the forbidden grounds. From early morning until the sun went down the great thoroughfare leading by the western limits of the park and spanning the Midway plaisance was thronged with well-dressed and law-respecting men and women. Hundreds of thousands of people gazed during the day from the dusty roadway and ugly viaducts into the glittering city over against the blue of the rolling lake. On one side of them was an enchanted city given over to solitude. On the other was a horde of noisy and vulgar mountebanks shouting their worthless wares or urging the people to patronize their worse than bad entertainments. From the west came the shouts of drunken men and the clink of glasses. The saloons that line Lake avenue as well as those near to Stony Island avenue did a thriving trade all day long. The people had money to spend and they gave it to the fakir and the groggery keeper because they could not spend it within the gates of the fair. Every fakir reaped a harvest, while the only entertainment worth all that is paid to see it was unable to accomodate one-half the people who desired to witness it. That one exception was Buffalo Bill's splendid exhibition. At both the afternoon and evening performance the great grand stands were packed to their utmost limit. When the shows began standing room could not be secured at any price.

Record May 22

Saw the Wild West Show.

Buffalo Bill's amphitheater was packed the eaves. Among some of the distinguished people in the boxes were Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Senator Don Cameron, ex-Senator John Creighton of Omaha, Gov. Coslo and Signor Don Francisco Gallastegul of the state of Queretari, Mexico. and Miss Pauncefote, daughter of Sir Julian Pauncefote. When it came time for the ponies to buck they bucked so earnestly that the cowboys themselves became interested. Lee Martin was riding Blue Dog when the crazy broncho reared straight up on his hind legs and fell backward. The wiry cowboy managed to squirm out of the way unhurt, although half the people thought he was killed. A little later Geroge Johnson mounted Badger. The latter stood on his head a few times and then dashed wildly into the little platform raised in the center of the arena, smashing in one side of it. Johnson leaped just before the horse the boards and landed safely on top the platform, a feat not down in the bills. Then the crowd cheered for a full minute. Mr. Johnson was asked if it scared him. "Not on your life," he replied. "But if you give Badger six weeks of bunch grass this place wouldn't him."

Mr. Julian Hawthorne has been mightly impressed with Buffalo Bill's wild west show. At every performance during the last ten days the author-critic of Sag Hardbor might have been seen intently watching the maneuvers of the cowboys and Indians, and rapturously applauding Col. Cody's feats of equestrianism and marksmanship. Mr. Hawthorne's constant attendance at these shows has given a decided color of truth to the rumor that he is contemplating writing a realistic border novel with Buffalo Bill as the grand heroic central figure around whom the action of the tale is to revole.

ever debarred from the grounds. Before every gate or possible coign of vantage people clustered in groups, eager to obtain even a glimpse of that which is to them a forbidden land. They were no mere pleasure seekers, these men who rested toll-worn hands upon each other's shoulders in their endeavors to see. They had

no time to take a day from the week of work. Sunday only was theirs, and the White City was closed against them.

There were few threats, for an American crowd can suffer long in silence, but there was ominous discontent, and with it that to them unanswerable question, "Why?" The people seemed to feel their power, and that their numbers were a vast protest, but they waited and hoped. One man said the Fair would be open next week.

"Next week!" He was answered. "You bet it will be open next week. Look at that crowd. What the people want the people will get."

Excursionists Greatly Disappointed.

The crowd was composed half of excursionists from the country. They came on excursion trains from rural districts tributary to Chicago, lured in, it is said, by flaming railway advertisements. They expected the gates to be opened. They had their half dollars to pay admissions. Their jaws feel away down on their chests when they learned that they could only spend the day by patronizing the side shows and "lemo'" stands that were on exhibition out among the greens and early dog-fennell in blossom outside the fence. They put in the day trying to beat the games and buy out the stands.

The lumber of which the fences are built about the grounds of the World's Fair proper, as well as around the exhibit of Midway

out of its tiny hands as if to clutch it. A picture of Baby Ruth Cleveland was held out, and a sweet smile, one of those cherubic cheek-swellers, threw a glow over the face and the photo was a good one.

It was difficult to find beer for sale in the prohibition district, but industry was rewarded by those who felt they must have it.

Mingling with the crowds with hands in

pockets were many of Chicago's ablest detectives, as well as a large number of the veteran pickpockets of the city. Good, strong-armed men who makes a living by smiting people at the mouths of alleys, long-fingered persons who relieve the pockets of others of coin, porch-climbers, burglars, "fighters," biters, etc., were there too.

came no sound. It was indeed a deserted city.

Not for the Eyes of the People.

The beauty of the peerless landscape, with its bright green tapestry dotted with a million fair blossoms, was not for the eyes of the people. The lagoons and canals, unfretted by the wind, lay shining in the light, but no trim craft cut the water or glistening blade cast shimmering ropes of pearls above the placid waters. Within the vast structures, the storehouses of the wealth of many nations, wherein are shown the products of man's genius, a few workmen hammered away. The splendid exhibits were covered with canvas and no mortal eye gazed upon them. Two thousand guards patrolled the park under orders to use force if necessary to keep safely hid the treasures from many lands. And so throughout the livelong day all these beauties lay, as much buried from the sight of the people, whose brains and money made them possible, as though the earth had opened and swallowed them up.

Outside the guarded barricade there was another picture in strange contrast to the peaceful one within the forbidden grounds. From early morning until the sun went down the great thoroughfare leading by the western limits of the park and spanning the Midway plaisance was thronged with well-dressed and law-respecting men and women. Hundreds of thousands of people gazed during the day from the dusty roadway and ugly viaducts into the glittering city over against the blue of the rolling lake. On one side of them was an enchanted city given over to solitude. On the other was a horde of noisy and vulgar mountebanks shouting their worthless wares or urging the people to patronize their worse than bad entertainments. From the west came the shouts of drunken men and the clink of glasses. The saloons that line Lake avenue as well as those near to Stony Island avenue did a thriving trade all day long. The people had money to spend and they gave it to the fakir and the groggery keeper because they could not spend it within the gates of the fair. Every fakir reaped a harvest, while the only entertainment worth all that is paid to see it was unable to accomodate one-half the people who desired to witness it. That one exception was Buffalo Bill's splendid exhibition. At both the afternoon and evening performance the great grand stands were packed to their utmost limit. When the shows began standing room could not be secured at any price.

Record May 22

Saw the Wild West Show.

Buffalo Bill's amphitheater was packed the eaves. Among some of the distinguished people in the boxes were Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Senator Don Cameron, ex-Senator John Creighton of Omaha, Gov/ Coslo and Signor Don Francisco Gallastegul of the state of Queretari, Mexico. and Miss PAuncefote,