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Show A Hollo of Look Aro. Hurled alive! Not under tho sod or under tho water, but under the roof. Tho census man has beon playing tho rolo of tho devil on two sticks. Ho lias lifted olf tho roof of several obscuro apartment houses up In Harlem nnd brought to light thu remains of people once familiar llgtires in metropolitan lino life. Thirty yoars ago West Fourteenth Four-teenth streot was n vcritablo Faubourg St. Germain. Many of thu wealthiest families inhabited tho broad mansions now given over to business or boarding. board-ing. One of those twonty-llve-foot brown stono houses was occupied by a merchant in tho Southern trade, ills wife was n beauty, a gonulno beauty, with tho sky in her eyes, tho dawn on hor cheeks, and poarlsof the Oriout iu iter mouth. Hut tho wnr came, nnd with it disaster. Tho beautiful wifo saw iter dlamouds go, horses go, butler but-ler go, and sho had no more dinner parties, no more boxes nt the opera. Friends foil away, admirers grew less indent, nud nt last tho old family residence resi-dence wont uudor tho hnmnior, for tho colonol wns forced to bankruptcy. Ono morning tho beautiful wifo nwoko to iiud him bleeping his Inst sleep quietly by her side. Tills was twenty yoars ago. Tho beautiful woman, to" catch a glluipso of whoso, fair faco nnd fairy tuet tho Union Club boys would sit for hours at tholr front windows, seemed to drop out of New York llfo forever, until tho cousus man unearthed hor uudor tho roof in a cheap npartmunt houso, fnded, wrinkled, bent and so Irritable that sho roluscd to answer nny quosttnns, nud thus gnvo rlso to a spocinl investigation," with the rosult already givon. N. Y. Cor. Boston Herald. |