The Broadway Of The Business Man

The imaLoess nn'n knows Broadway as a street tuocked with moving draya mil wagons, with pavements whiehmove with unbroken lines of men, and that are simt in on either side by the tallest of tall buildings. It is a place where no one strolls, and wliere a man can as easily swing his cañe as a woman could wear a train. Pedestrians do not walk steadily forward here or in a straight line, bnt dodge in and out Uke runners on a football field. They all seem to be trying to reach the bank to have a check cashed before 3 o'clock. The man who stops to speak to a friend or to gaze into a shop window is jostled and pushed and shouldered to one side. Every one seems to be trying to catch up to the man jnst in front of him, and every one has something to do, and something on his mind to think of, too, if his face tells anything. So intent are they on their errands that they would not recognize their own wives if they passed them by. This is a spot where the thermometer marks f ever heat. It is the great fighting gronnd of the city, where the battle of business goes on from 8 o'clock in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, at which time the work flags a little and grows less and less hurried until 5, when the armies declare an armistice for the day, and march off up town to plan a fresh campaign for the morrow. The armies begin to arrive before 8, and gather from every point of the compasa. The ferryboats land them by thousands and hurry back across the river for thonsands more; the elevated roads marshal them from far np town, gaihering them by companies at each station, where they are tmloaded and scafctered over the bnsinesa districts in regünents. They come over the Brooklyn bridge by tens of thousands in one long, endless processdon, and cross the City Hall park at a quick step. It is one of the most impressive sights the city has to offer.-