om Bath Beach
to the West End of Coney Island, and walked slowly up the Broad Avenue
of Confusing Noises, smoked and gazed about them with the independent
air that notes among a million the man from New York. And as they walked
they talked in crisp sentences, laughing at the seller of opulent
Frankfurter sausages and nodding pleasantly to the lovely ladies in
short, spangled skirts, who, with beckoning glances, sought their eyes.
The air reverberated with an August evening's heat and seemed sweating.
Its odor modulated from sea-brine to Barren Island, and the wind hummed.
The clatter was striking; ardent whistling of peanut steam-roasters,
vicious brass bands, hideous harps, wheezing organs, hoarse shoutings
and the patient, monotonous cry of the fakirs and photographers were all
blended in a dense, huge symphony; while the mouse-colored dust churned
by the wheels of blackguard beach-wagons blurred a hard, blue sky from
which pricked a soft, hanging star. An operatic sun had just set with
all the majestic tranquillity of a fiery hen; and the two friends felt
laconically gay. "Let's eat here," suggested the red-haired one.
"Not on your life," answered the other, a stout, cynical blond; "you get
nothing but sauerkraut that isn't sour and dog-meat sausage. I'm for a
good square meal at Manhattan or Sheepshead Bay."
"Yes, but Billy, there's more fun here, and heavens knows I'm dead
tired." The young fellow's accents were those of an irritable, hungry
human animal, and his big chum gave in....
They searched the sandy street for a comfortable beer place, and after
passing dime-museums, unearthly looking dives, amateur breweries, low
gin mills and ambitious establishments, the pair paused opposite a
green, shy park of grass and dwarf trees, and listened.
"Piano playing, and not bad," cried Billy. They both hung over the
rustic palings and heard bits of Chopin's Military Polonaise,
interrupted by laughter and the rattling of crockery.
"I'm for going in, Billy," and they read the sign which announced a good
dinner, with music, for fifty cents. They followed the artificial lane
to a large summer cottage, about which were bunched drooping willows
and, finding all the tables occupied, went inside.
A long room furnished for dining, gaudy pictures on the walls, and at
one end upon a raised platform a grand piano. The place was full; and
the tobacco-smoke, chatter and calls of the waiters disconcerted the two
boys. Just th
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