New York in fiction . arts ofthe pastry-cook, only in this case they 53 NEW YORK IN FICTION have in no wise lost their crispness andflavour. He is not a bookish man, andlighter fiction does not appeal to man on the highroad to fifty cannotforever be snivelling over the woes ofRudolph and the lamentations of Re-gina; he is one of a class seriously to bereckoned with; and to one who has asturdy belief iu the future of Americanliterature his simple l:)ut eloquent prefer-ence for a book which commands atten-tion only as striking into a very vitalphase of life which has hitherto ])eendeemed b
New York in fiction . arts ofthe pastry-cook, only in this case they 53 NEW YORK IN FICTION have in no wise lost their crispness andflavour. He is not a bookish man, andlighter fiction does not appeal to man on the highroad to fifty cannotforever be snivelling over the woes ofRudolph and the lamentations of Re-gina; he is one of a class seriously to bereckoned with; and to one who has asturdy belief iu the future of Americanliterature his simple l:)ut eloquent prefer-ence for a book which commands atten-tion only as striking into a very vitalphase of life which has hitherto ])eendeemed beneath literary treatment isinfinitely more significant than the ap-plause of high-school sentimentalists orthe cackling of the Culture Clubs. At the angle made by the running to-gether of Worth and Park Streets is, asany one with the slightest pretension toan acquaintance with New York knows,the little triangular park that marks thesite of wdiat was once the Five was there, about 187-1, that Peter Stir- r)4. a little iauk, too small to I!K called a square, even if ITS SHAI-E had not A TIM ANCLE. — IOUDs THE HON-OUKAliLE PETER STIRLING. J^UW YORK IN FICTION ling made friends with the tenement-house children and took the first steptoward the achievement of his career*.The park lies directly to the east of theBroadway building in which he had hisoffice. It had no right to be there, forthe land was wanted for business pur-poses, ])ut the hollow on which it wasbuilt had been a swamp in the old days,and the soft land, and perhaps the un-healthiness, had prevented the erectionof great warehouses and stores, whichalmost surrounded it. So it had beenleft to the storage of human souls, in-stead of merchandise, for valuable goodsneed careful housing, while any placeserves to pack humanity. While thereremains much to remind us of the con-ditions of twenty-five years ago, the com-paratively recent construction of thegreater park, only a stones throw dis-tant, has done a g
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