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Show IRON HADES IN SOUTH WALES Molten Metal Rolling Down Side of Invisible Wall Turns Hsavena Into Great Blaze. The first night spent by a visitor in South Wales, In the center of the great iron country, Is marked by n wonderful Impression, says the London Dally Mall. In the daytime the Iron works seem only an ugly cluster of tall chimneys and uneven roofs seen through gray smoke. More Insistent ore the shrill voices of ragged children and the huddling hud-dling cottages of the workmen, at whose doors stand careworn women with anxious eyes. And the dim mountains, moun-tains, sometimes half hidden by sweeping rainstorms and sometimes a clear greenish color, every lonely tree on tbelr bare sides silhouetted In a darker hue, force themselves upon the eye with the tragedy of their Impotence Impo-tence against the defiling hand of man. When one stands right beneath the tips they stand out gnlnst jhe sky like monstrous .caricatures of Swiss peaks. There Is something about this place desolate and Infinitely depressing. depress-ing. But nt night when nil Is dark the sky Is suddenly lit with n red glare. From the window the stranger sees n ruddy light touching the billowing clouds and glimmering nwny to blackness black-ness between them. He sees roofs and chimneys standing out In startling solidity against tho 'flaming buck-ground; buck-ground; the furnaces are opened, nud It Is as though the lid of bell wero lifted. Then, on .top of one of tho tips, but appearing us though Isolated In the sky, comes u stream of billllnnt gold rolling down the side of the Invisible In-visible wall In molten Are. |