exterior, however, the establishment of "Christian Fischelowitz, from
South Russia," enjoys a very considerable reputation. Within the high,
narrow shop there is good store of rare tobaccos, from the mild Kir to the
Imperial Samson, the aromatic Dubec and the pungent Swary. The dusty
window beside the narrow door exhibits, it is true, only a couple of tall,
dried tobacco plants set in flower-pots, a carelessly arranged collection
of cedar and pasteboard boxes for cigars and cigarettes, and a
fantastically constructed Swiss cottage, built entirely of cigarettes and
fine cut yellow leaf, with little pieces of glass set in for windows. This
effort of architecture is in a decidedly ruinous condition, the little
stuffed paper cylinders are ragged and torn, some of them show signs of
detaching themselves from the cardboard frame upon which they are pasted,
and the dust of years has accumulated upon the bit of painted board which
serves as a foundation for the chalet. In one corner of the window an
object more gaudy but not more useful attracts the eye. It is the popular
doll figure commonly known in Germany as the "Wiener Gigerl" or "Vienna
fop." It is doubtful whether any person could appear in the public places
of Vienna in such a costume without being stoned or otherwise painfully
put to a shameful death. The doll is arrayed in black shorts and silk
stockings, a wide white waistcoat, a scarlet evening coat, an enormous
collar and a white tall hat with a broad brim. He stands upon one foot,
raising the other as though in the act of beginning a minuet; he holds in
one hand a stick and in the other a cigarette, a relatively monstrous
eye-glass magnifies one of his painted eyes and upon his face is such an
expression of combined insolence, vulgarity, dishonesty and conceit as
would insure his being shot at sight in any Western American village
making the least pretence to self-respect. On high days and holidays
Christian Fischelowitz inserts a key into the square black pedestal
whereon the doll has its being, and the thing lives and moves, turns about
and cocks its impertinent head at the passers-by, while a feeble tune of