The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 28, 1895, Page 15

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JULY 28, 1895. FOREIGN LANDS. Up Into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my And Inoked abroad on for 1 saw the next-door garden ned with flowers before my eye, many pleasant places more I had never seen before. £0 up and ramping in to town. 11 I could find a higher tree Farth and farther I should see, To where the grown-up river slips Into the sea smong the ships. To where the roads on either hand Lead onward into fairyland, Where all the children dine at five. And all the playthings come alive. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON in “The Child’s Gar- den of Verses.” State Inspector of Vacations, 1t is quite probable that when the boys and girls and their mothers begin to vote we shall have a State Inspector of Vaca- | tions, whose duty it shall be to see that | each and every child 1n the land is turnea out to pasture for a few week summer. William Morris, who has written a beau- tiful book about hi ion of the promised land that in it he saw groups of chil- dren camping out quite by themselve They scemed very merry and very busy as they cooked and did all sorts of things for themselves and for each other. “It isone of their plays.” explains the wonderful 0la Man, who answers all of Mr. Morris’ ques- tion about this promised land, “and we rather encourage them in it. They learn to do things, and to try new of doing things h their elders might not be able to teach them. They are healthy and happy, too, and so we are very well pleased.” We of this everyday world are not quite so far along as that yet. But I have just been driving down from Sunol to inspect the vacati s 13 of several hundred voung persons who are camping out in Alameda Canyon under the protection of a great number of fathers and mothers. Helen Hunt, writing about California, said that nature had planned the country nobly and generously, but bad forgotten to put in the detail. If this is a rule Ala- meda Canyon is one of the exceptions. None of the detai re lacking, but meda Creek is the most important of them all. It gives a wealth of greenery to the hillsides, where the trees in their turn pro- vide shade for the ferns and the delicate flowers that fear the sun. At the bottom of the canyon the trees stretch out friendly hranches to each other across the water that plunges over bowld- ers here and rests in a quiet place below. There are glorious batlring places, there are quiet nooks where twenty boys could | fish all day without causing pain to any | And under the trees in the bed of this | pretty canyon there are miles and miles of campers. : And among those people there is the most peculiar state of things ever heard of in a civilized land. There are hundreds of | parents camping out for the summer with | their hundreds of children and there isn’t one single little girl to be found among | them all. There are several kinds of_ boys and | some very pretty ones with braids of hair han iown their backs. But they all | wear overalls, every last one of them, and so of course there can be no doubt they | are really truly boys. Sometimes one is almost tempted to | doubt even the evidence of the overalls, and one little boy in particular had such a | pretty braid of yellow hair hanging down over the suspender straps of his overalls and had tue braid tied with such fresh, | blue ribbons and wore such a very girlish | hat and such a demure look that 1 was just | going to think he wasa girl in disguise | when his grandfather came over from the train and saluted him with, *“Well, if here isn’t Captain Jack!” Of course that settled the guestion; no | irl could possibly be named Captain | §nck—it would be easier for a boy to wear | long hair tied with blue ribbons! The inbarmony of overalls and hair rib- bons did not seem to be troubling these jolly young campers at all. They looked 80 healthy and comfortable and so merry besides that I thought it would be the very time and place to find out the way to make boys happy during vacation-time. You will see that these were the very best- | natured young persons in the world; for when they found out what I wanted they | climbed down out of the trees or up out of the water, as the case might be. They fairly crowded around me to get pencils and paper, and they straightway proceeded to write little compositions for the young readers of Tur CaLn about “The Best Day of My Vacation.” I hope | none of these kind and talented young gentlemen campers will be disappointed at not seeing their work “in the paper’; but really there was a certain sameness about the productions, because the opinion was absolutely unanimous among children from the City that the pursuit of mud- turties is the royal road to happiness. | The compositions were about as much alike as the overalls, so I can only give you a sample of each kind: “The best day of my vacation,” wrote a ten-year-old, who wore long curls, ““was the day I caught five mud-turtles. “Three of us went out for a walk with grandpa ana the very first thing we saw three little snakes going along with a bi, one, just as if they were out taking a walE with their grandpa, too. “They looked ever so cute, and I wouldn’t have killed those snakes for anything. Then we went down among some big rocks in the creek, and I found a mud-turtle playing with ber fourlittle ones. I caught them all ana bundled them into & box, and then I was so happy that 1 just had to climb up in the top of a tree and shout. “Then we went home, and I fixed a big tub full of water and mud behind the tent and put my turtles in there. I then went to dinner and when I carae out the turtles were all gone and I was so terrified that I came Very near crying. “So I went out and picked a great big armful of maidenhair ferns for Aunt Hattie, and when I came back our dog had three squirrels up a tree. The boys caught one of the young ones, and we putitina | the City. cage and called it Governor. Every morn- ing it appeared to be dead, and in the afternoon it would be frisking around its cage like mad. But one day it was really de chght a box full of grasshoppers, but all got away. ““I have killed three snakes this summer, and I have been fishing a great deal, and once I caught a trout fish. That was fun. “Liuuax C. J.” Another little g—person in overslls wrote: *‘I came all the way from Port- land down to Alamed. nyon so that I couid spend my vacation in a place where it doesn’t rain all the time. And the most fun we have had was the day we went on a picnic. “Some people don’t like picnics, but T think they are just eleg: Ruth and I got everything ready. We filled a big basket with all sorts of good things, and we har- nels,\od up the pony and cart all by our- selyes. “Some of us walked and some of us rode, and we stopped on a beautiful bank all covered with fern We wanted to go in wading so bad that at last they let us, and after that we built a fire and cooked some candy. “The water in the creek was so clear that we could see the fish in it. and we took cups and stooped down and caught little tiny ones in them. There are the funniest ittle bridges across Alameda Canyon that | N\ AN A | and bits of bright cloth and other odds | and ends out on the ground for the squaws | and their children to carry off. ‘ “We got kinder used to seeing ’em | around, and didn’t mind them at all after awhile. “Well, one day mother was washing some clothes by the river when a buck and a squaw came poling along in one of them | queer litte dngout canoes that you can see | them using up there to this'day. They | brought the canoe up close to the shore | and the squaw stepped out, sliipped the | band of her basket from her head and laid | the basket down at mother’s feet. | “The basket was'a fine big one, shaped like a funnel (I got it yet) and it was nearly full of brook trout. | “Well, mother was just tickled to death | with that present and afterward she never ( felt the least bitafraid of the Indians. She ed all alone on the clearing with us | children while father took our one old | horse and went to Chico for flour and other | things that we had to have for winter. The Indians would come arbund and sit in the sunshine, watching us, still as | statues, but never speaking. “Qur folks was good to the Indians and gave 'em food and things in winter when they was starving. So things went well and they never harmed us, though we heard of dreadful things that were done and knees to where T heard the blessed river flowing along, and pretty soon I slipped into the water with much the feel- ing that a lost child would have when it found its mother’s arms. “Wasn't T afraid of drowning? Bless your heart, child, I was about as much at home in the water as a fish, and/if I couldn’t have kept afiéat a minute I should have done the same, for drowning would be a comfort compared to being rtured by those Indians. I made short work of swimming 8 mile, and the next thing T knew I dropped like a shot bird on the steps of the Humphrey cabin. “Well, to make a long story short, it wasn’t more than two hours before every man in Plumas County was out after them two Indians. They found Tommy in the bottom of a ravine, not dead, but so near it that he never walked a step for three months. Will was all right, crippled for Life, oh yes, but that was all. ; “What became of them Indians? I never asked and the men that hunted ’em never said. All I know is that I never see hide nor hair of 'em again.” You may be sure that after that Grand- ma Bulwrgeld was the heroine of the occa- sion, and that everybody was proud of sitting in the presence of a woman who had been at once so courageous and so clever. Perhaps some of the young folks moved up a little closer to the’ fire, and it maybe that some even cast apprehensive §1anccs back where the branches of the rees cast their shadows; but when one little chap, who ought to have been in bed, wondered ‘‘whether the band of Indians that Emily belongs to down there are per- fectly peaceful,” everybody laughed confi- dently, and the story telling went merrily on. “I have sailed all the seas there are, I believe,” said a ruddy ard genial grand- papa, who couldn’t help being an ideal captain if he tried, “but I have always been so much less of a hero than Mrs. But- terfield that I think I will talk about some- thing else than my own experiences after this. For instance, did you see that great old flume and water-wheel u%the canyon ? Well, that flume, which the Spring Valley Company is now using in supplying San Francisco with water, was built by the elder Vallejo between eighty and ninety years ago. Vallejo owned thousands of acres about here by a grant from old Spain. He planted grain, he built the flume and had "a magnificent fall, which supplied mill-power as well as irrigation. “Now, our road throngh the canyon has zen washed out each rainy season for twenty years and rebuilt each time at enor- mous expense, and Vallejo’s old cement and wood flume, built almost in another century, is still in excellent condition. “That is the difference between the way we do things and the way the old-timers did them.” “A story of '49? Well, I will tell you something that happened to me in June of that year. I was washing out gold in the north fork of the Amer River, and we were taking out about eignteen ounces A HIGH - WATER S&SPENSILN BRIDGE AT SUNOL GLEN. [From a photograph.] anybody ever saw anywhere. In the win- ter people use them a great deal, and so they are suspended across from onhe tree to another above what they call “high-water mark.”” You have to climb up a iadder to get to the bridge, and when you have crossed it you have to climb down a ladder on the other side. “When I was coming across one some- body shook it and I was so scared that I had to sit right straight down in the mid- dle of the bridge. We eat fruit all the time. Harue R. C.” “I live down in the glen,” writes one of the other boys, ““and the most fun of my vacation was the time I went on a trip to v. Ithink it is the best thing in the world to see the bay and to go to Golden Gate Park, and to ride all over the City in streetcars that go like gee whiz! *‘We have a little boat down in the can- yon, but vou just ought to see the great big ships and steamers that are thicker than blackberries in the harbor of San | Francisco. Tt is enough to make any- body’s eyes stick out, I tell you. “JonxNy L. B.” Over the Campfires. The chill of the evening was sufficient to make a rather poor excuse for camp- fires in the canyon. The campfires, in their turn, made an excuse for garrulity, and more than one of the grandpapas and grandmammas gathered about them and dropped into reminiscences sugeested by the scene. “Them Indians camped down below re- minds me of something that happened to me a long time ago,” began good old Mrs, Butterfield. “Of course, it was a long time ago. Lemme see — father and mother came across the plains in ’50, when I was just turned 6 years old. It was seven years after that that I got carried off by Indians. “You see, when we first went to Marys- ville there wasn’t another white family nearer than Inskip, and that's a good forty miles. “We'd come all the way from Vermont wiih a party of emigrants, and on account of being strangers in the country we had gone a long way up in the Sierras looking for a short cut to the valley, so we were all | pretty sick of traveling, and when mother came to a fine spring of water she said she was going to have a house beside it, if she had to build it berself, ““The rest of the party was for getting to the valley before spring, so they divided up the things, and the men helped father make the clearing where our old home stands yet. “Everybody lent a hand toward putting up the little three-roomed cabin where we lived for nigh twenty years, and when it was done and we was settled down as well as we could be without anything to settle with they all said good-by to our folks and started for the vnlle{, ] declare, it was lonesome at first! The woods was full of Indians, and though they never lifted a hand against us they kept us pretty well scart most all the time. Father used to meet the bucks waen he went out hunting, and five or six of them would follow him at a distance, and when he killed nnIthing they would come up close and talK to each other and point to the game. They never did no harm, though, and mother used to put buttons to settlers in other places. And so the years went by till I was a big stout girl of 13, as handy with a gun asmy brother Will | was, thoan he was two years older. Five or six other families had settled near us, and we had a little school and a trading station, where Indians and white people brought their furs and skins. “Everything went well with us till one day a big I[ndian we called Long Jim kicked a fine colt and lamed him so that be had tq be shot. Father was sure enough angry, and he sent Jim off without paying | bim for his day’s work. Jim was pretty | ugly and mother tried to make father give | in, but he wouldn’t, and we dida’t see Jim | again for a month. Then one alternoon | Will and my little brother Tom and I were | coming home from school and Will knelt ! down by the creek’to drink. ‘“He hadn’t more’'n got his lips to the water when afun went off, and the poor fellow dropped like he was dead. I didn’t need to be told that Jim was around, and T grabbed hold of Tommy and started to run. Ididn’t get a foot, I guess, before I was thrown down and gagged and tied. T didn’t know any mere until it was dark, and then I heard poor litile Tom moaning and calling for mother. I was being dragged along by my arm, and was bruised and sore all over. We were going through some chaparral bushes; and pretty soon I found out that if I didn’t want my eyes scratched out by the bushes and sticks T'd have to help myself; for that Indian was carrying me like you've seen a baby car- rying an old doll—just catching hold any- where that was convenient. “Well, I straightened up and tried to see where Tom was. I couldn’t hear him moaning any more, and the Indian who had been cnrryinlg him was walking in front of us now. I made up my mind that my poor little brother had en killed, and 1 was glad—yes; really and truly glad, because it was better to be dead than to be in the hands of those Indians. “By and by the moon came up bright and clear and'I cculd see that we were in a big clearing where there was cattle. Old Mount Lassen was right ahead of us, and though I couldn’t see the river, I could hear it rippling not far off. I don’t know what them Indians was thinking about to keep so near a settlement, but sure’s I'm alive I knew in a minuie that we wasn’t but two or three miies from Pete Hum- phrey’s cabin, where father had taken me a year ago when he brought Mr. Humphrey some butter kegs, “I tell f'ou my heart thumped pretty hard and I was so wide awake as a mouse that’s running away from a cat. Jim and the other Indian stopped and killed a steer and loaded themselves down with meat, keegmg silent as shadows all the time. ““They tied me to a tree meantime and when_they started on Jim tied a rope of rawhide around my waist and tied me to his arm. Then he stalked along, and I had to run or be dragged. I pretended to be stupid and not to notice anything, but all the time I was gnawing at that rawhide, watching that Jim didn’t see me at it. Then I ran along so that Jim couldn’t feel me drag; and then the Lord must have helped me, for the moon went under a cloud and it was dark as could be. “I caught up a loose piece of brush beside the trail, and I slipped off my skirt and twisted it on the branch till it looked as much like a girl as it did like anything else. Then I moaned a little and qum slipped away into the bushes like a wild animal. Icrawled upon mv hands apiece every day, when a report came that a4 woman in Sacramento had found the source of the gold. *‘You see, we were an ignorant set, and we believed that the gold had been thrown up from some sort of voleano and that if we could find the source there would be enoush metal to satisfy our greed. A committee was started for Sacramento to u;t_ctrvlew the woman, and T was a member of it. “We were quite enthusiastic at the pros- pect of seeing a white woman, and when we found her young and good-looking we were ready to believe anything she told us. She told a straight enough story, too, say- ing that while crossing the Sierras she and her husband had followed up a narrow canyon in scarch of green feed for the stock. They found fresh grass, and after awhile they came upon a beautiful clear lake, upon” the shores of which Indians were living in gold houses. “She showed me a hatfull of gold, the nuggets varying from the size of a pea to that of an egg, Some of it was mixed with quariz, and the woman said there was a spurof quartz mixed with gold running out into the lake, and that it was from the same sort of rock that the natives had built their beautiful houses. The men of this woman’s party were supposed to be gone to Sun Francisco to equip for a return to Gold Lake, but the woman cheerfully %ave us explicit directions about reaching t and we started post haste. ‘“‘After a few days’ hard traveling we be- gan to meet prospectors coming down the mountains who had investigated for them- selves. “They found that Gold Lake existed only in the imagination of a woman, whose reasons for deceiving us I have never been able to puess. “My partners and 1 started back toward San Franciseo, climbing up and down the mountain peaks instead of going around them, because we knew no better. One weary night I threw myself down upon the hillside, hopeless of “ever getting back among my fellow-men. _ “The handiwork of nature was grand, impressive and oppressive. I felt myself too small and weak to fight my way over the giant hills, and I expected to perish miserably in consequence of my folly in climbing where no white man had ever been before. “At the climax of my misery and loneli- ness I saw something white gleaming in a crevice of the rocks. I took a stick and poked it out. It was a piece of a news- vaper which had been published in Dublin & year or two before, and on it were printed some blank verses, which seemed to me to be the greatest ever penned. You can guess the impression they made on my young mind from the fact that I still re- member some of the lines. They were as follows: The bolmiest zephyr that ever floated on even- ing’s ear were discord to this heavenly scene. Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars innumer- {ible and Lright, looks like & cauopy thas love To curtain her sleeping world. MaRY CALKINS JOHNSON. The Trial of Winthrop. The trial of Oliver W. Winthrop, the man with poisoning Mrs. Jennie Matthews, charged ::‘nfiun set for August 12 in Judge Bahr's ek ; Polite at first meant polished and was applied to any smooth, 2 surface. SN FRANCISCO CLUBS, The Pacific- Union Is Very Comfortable in Its Pres~" ent Home. MEMBERS TALK OF MOVING. The Owl Is Happy on His Post-Street Perch—Midsummer High Jinks. The principal clubs of San Francisco seem to be content to dwell in their re- spective houses for the present. In the Pacific-Union there is more agitation than in other club homes for a change of base. The young or progressive element of this institution continues to sigh for a club- house pure and simple—a house without stores on the ground floor. There is a great deal of discussion about ‘moving west as far as Van Ness avenue, which thoroughfare presents enchanting sites for clubhouses, but the talk has not taken the form of proposed action. The Pacific-Union is one of the richest clubs in the world, judged by the aggre- g&te wealth of its large membership. One undred members could be named whose wealth consolidated would amount to $200,000,000. Lack of means does not pre- vent the institution from building and e;l\lipping one of the costliest club edifices of modern times, but there is no inclina- tion to abandon the comfortable house on Union square. The chief anpgorters and habitues of the clubare men beyond the middle age. They have accumulated wealth in active business pursuits or prudent investments, and enjoy the club mainly for the creature comforts’ that it bestows. There is no sentiment in favor of anything particu- larly graceful and grand in architecture. There is no languishing for lawns and trees and fountains on the club premises. There is no prejudice against mercantile activity and commercial traffic in the neighborhood. The members are satisfied with 4cod of the best quality, cooked to perfection, with wines of su&)erior excel- ience, and service prompt and intelligent. These things they have in a home well equipped to afford repose of the body. An old-time member, who neither trains with the progressive element nor sleeps the hours away in an easy-chair of the club, says: “Yon can safely wager a large sum that the Pacific-Union Club will stay where it is for ten years. Joseph Crockett, the Wilsons, the Crockers, Henry Scott and some others may agitate the subject of go- ing out Post street to Van Ness avenue, but the old men, who rule the institution, will stay where they are.” The Pacific-Union is not a club that cares for pooks, pictures and statuary in the clubhouse. Many of the memovers have at their homes fine libraries and rare paintings,.and the club is simply to them a downtowrMounging-place. It is related that a dining-room picture of great merit, painted by i}mil Carlsen, was purchased by subscription and presented to the Pa- cific-Union. At once it was placed on the wall of a spare bedroom, and has remained there ever since. A beautiful water-color from the brush of Julian Rix adorns the barber-shop. The club is said to be in a fairly prosper- ous state, but is not taking in the money that it did when tbe celebrated goker zame was on. The rule was to charge each player a dollar for a chair, whether he oc- cupied it an hour or all night. With three tables running, each with five players and o “big kitty,” the club recelrfl‘.g from the ame must have been 000 a year. Poker is played nowadays, but the win- nings anG ?osmgn are slight compared with what they werein the “‘old game,’”’ wherein a player might win or lcse a thousand dol- lars in a single session. 5 The Bohemian Club is tranquil, paying in due instaliments for the folly of the Sutter-street investment. The Owl is said to be happy enough in the Post-street tome, although many of the members compfain that the “high jinks” facilities are not what they should be. Various propositions have been discussed for leas- ing adjoining property or putting another story on the main building, but in the light of recent experience a building or branching-out scheme will have to present some rare fascination to catch the club again. The old system of literary and musical entertainments on the Jast Satur- day evening of each month has been sup- planted by semi-annnal events, the Christ- mas jinks and the midsummer outing. The midsummer high jinks can hardly be classed as an_entertainment. It is something more than a sylvan spectacle or cercmonia!l picnic. It is characteristic of California and_of the Bohemian Club. All efforte to imitate it by Eastern clubs and societies have failed.” The majestic redwoods, the stately spectators of the scene, can only be found on this coast. The ceremonies’ observed in any other forest than the redwood lose much of their impressive character. The lights, the music and the voices can be reproduced elsewhere, but the soul or spirit of the forest, inspiring a_sentiment which eludes definition, abounds only in the stately groves of California. Eastern magazines, notably Harper’s, have given much space to illustrations and descriptions of the midsummer high jinks, and it is not unusual for members of the Bohemian Club residing in Boston or New York to journey across the consinent to join the outing. BELVEDERE GARDEN FETE, Ladies Give a Successful Entertainment for the Benefit of the Church Fund. The prounds about Belvedere were bright with many-hued decorations and gay with laughter and music yesterday afternoon. The Ladies’ Church Organiza- tion gave a garden party for the benefit of a union church building fund. The Bel- vedere Land Company has presented to the ladies a desirabie site for a church, and the fete of yesterday furnished a goodly nucleus of a fund for building, The tasteful decoration of tbe grounds, which occasioned much admiring com- ment, was managed by Mrs. John Pew. The parlor of Mrs. O'Brien’s home was converted into a ballroom which was orna- mented by fish-nets and ferns, that deco- ration being the work of Misses Holmes and Bridge. Five hundred invitations had been issued to residents of San Frarcisco, Oakland, Berkeley, Alameda, San Rafael, Sausalito and San Mateo, and a number of tickets were sold besides. The number of visitors between the hours of 1 and 7 o’clock was estimated to be more than 600. The following clpl‘ogl'mnme was very ac- ceptably rendered, most of the performers being encored : Soprano solo, Miss Florence Connor; con- tralto solo, Mrs. J. E. Bermingham; recitation, Mrs. Frances rton; tenor solo, Mrs. Frences Matthieu; contralto solo, Miss Wil- cox; recitation, J. J. Housman; soprano solo, Miss Florence Connor; bass solo. Walter Campbell; recitation, Mrs. Frances Edgerton. In the three picturesque booths where lemonade_ was dispensed Mrs. C. E. Holmes, Mrs. C. J. Hendy and Miss Sara Dean presided and were “assi: by Miss Nellie Holmes, Miss Gertrude Lawson, Misses Everson, Miss Harriet Coleman, Misses Reid, Miss Whitlock and Misses Buck. E. J. Benjamin, Mrs. R. C. Hall, Mrs. T. V. O'Brien, Mrs. T. E. Haven, Miss May Palmer, Miss Helen Gibbs and Misses Lohse were in charge of the ice-cream sales and Mrs. W. Lichtenberg assisted by Misses Lichtenberg, Misses Reid and Miss De Val;:n served Russian tea in the Chinese The officers of the Ladies’ Church Or- NEW TO-DAY. KELLY & LIEBES’ (loak and Suit House, i20 xoni-ny- Street. LAST WEEK OF OUR GIGANTIC CLOAK SALE! For $1.50, #2.50 and $3.50. Final burgains in ALL-WOOL CLOTH CAPE: trimmed; you can’t buy the Iinings and trin ‘mings for the price we sell the capes this week reduced from $5, $7 50 and 810. For $4.50, $5.75 and $6.50. Final bargains in ALL-WOOL CLOTH CAPES; black and all_colors, fancy trimmed and some silkk lined; all sizes go this week: to close, actually reduced from $9, $10 and $12. .50 and B8. Final barg: LVET CAPES, silk lined and necks very fully trimmed with chiffon and ruche, some with violets snd jets, nobby and stylish; actually reduced from $15, $18 and $ 50 and $11. rately Trimmed SILK neck ruches and For 87.50, Final bargains in El CAPES, all silk lined, fanc; trimmed in laces, jets or braids. very dressy and elegant: reduced from $18, $20 and $25. For 812.50, 815 and $18. Final bargains in Paris Imported BLACK DRESS CAPES: finesi materials, silk lined and ele- gantly trimmed with braid, jets or embroid- ery, nothing finer than these in black capes: actually reduced from $27, #30 and $35. For 85, 87.50 and $9. Final bargains in ALL-WOOL CLOTH JACKETS, box style, blacks, tans and navies, all sizes: actually reduced from $8, $11 and $15. Country orders carefully and prompily filled. Alwayes send money wiih orders. Satisfaction guaranteed. NEW TO-DAY. KELLY & LIEBES (Cloak and Suit House, 120 Kearny Street. LAST WEEK OF OUR S For 85, $6 50 and 87 50. Fipal bargains in STYLISH DRESSES, in all-wool tan covert. in navy and black serges, all with extra wide, full cut skirts 8nd extra big sleeves; these are the biggest bargains in town: actually reduced from $12 50, $14 and $15. > For 87 50, 89 and $12 50. Final bargains in 4-BUTTON BOX-JACKET DRESSES, in mixed cheviois, cloths (Bo¢ dress goods), in fine all-wool serges acks and blues, all cut with extra full godet skirts and very bigsieeves and hand- some buttons: you can’t make for twice the money : actually reduced from $1, $18 and $22 50. iy For 81 50, 81 75 and 82. Final bargains 1n DUCK DRESSES, blazer styles in a great 1ot 0f paiterns, very fuil wides skirts and big sleeves; the materinl cost more money: all sizes; reduced from $2 26, $3 and $4. For 82 25, 82 50 and $3. Final bargains in EXTRA HEAVY DUCK DRESSES: finest quality ducks in tans, navies, black and military blues: also all fancy patterns; big sleeves and full godet skirts: theseare big bargains; actually re- duced from $4 50, $5 and 6. For $1 50, 82 50 and $3 5O. Fioal bargsins in ALL-WOOL CLOTH JACKETS, big sleeves and stylish cuts; lotsof colors and all sizes; actually re- duced from $7, $9 and $10. For $6, §8 and 810. Final bargains in- FINE OLOTH JACKETS, blacks, blues and tans, some with silk linings, newest box jackets: actually re- duced from $10, 13 50 and $18. All Country Orders Always send money faction guaranteed. filled. order. Natis- WE SAVE Y0U MONEY SHIDON i CHOOL BOOKS New and Old _ Bought and Sold. OLD BOOKS TAKEN IN EXCHANGE Boys’ and Girls’ High, Polytechnic High, Grammar, Primary. VAN NESS LARGE STOCK OF SCHOOL SUPPLIES. BAZAAR, PERNAU BROS. & PITTS CO. TWO BIG STORES, 617 BUSH STREET, 1808 MARKET STREET, Bet. Stockton and Powell. Near Van Ness Avenue. FACTORY AT 543 CLAY STREET. ident; Mrs. T. V. O’Brien and Mrs. Holmes, vice-presidents; Mrs. T. L. ler, secretary; Mrs. F. W. Bridge, treas- urer. These ladies constituted the reception committee. Others who were active in the preparations for the entertainment and who contributed to its success, were: Mrs, H. L. Searle, Mrs. T. Wintringham, Mrs. Thomas Haven, Mrs. H. S. Wood, Mrs. F. C. Peterson, Mme. Bazan, Mrs. C. J. Hendry, Mrs. A.B. Spence, Mme. Fusenot, Mrs. R. C. Hall, Mrs. Horace Ball, Mrs. J. B. Maxwell, Mrs, John Burns, Mrs. Arthur P Mrs. Alexander Becker, Mrs. C. E. Holmes, Mrs. John Pew, Mrs. W. Lh:hmnbergéun E. J: Benjamin. Mrs. V.J. A. Rey, Mrs. B. 8. Wheeler. Mrs. J. W, Dorsey, Mrs. J. W. Tucker, Mrs. J, E. Bermin; ham, Mrs. A. C. Donnell, the Mlsses Tucker, T8, se, er, the Misses Ever- son, Miss Whitlock and others. e r— FEES OF JURORS. A Decision by the Supreme Court That Pay Cannot Be Drawn for Time of Continuances. The Supreme Court yesterday rendered a decision denying the right of jurors to collect fees during the continuances of cases in which they were engaged. An Amador County citizen named Mason sued his county for fees during the period of a long continuance of a case, the continuance being on account of the illness of two other jurors. The Superior Court decided against him, and that decision is affirmed. Says Justice Harrison: In such cases they arenot “in attendance upon the court” during the period for which they are excused. Neither are the jurors who have been impaneled and sworn to try a cause in attendance upon the court duringany period they are excused therefrom, with the portunity to be engaged in ordinary avoca- ns, any more than if they had been relieved from attendance at their own request, or be- cause the court may have taken an adjourn- ment for its own convenjence. PASTORS MAY RELENT, Presbyterian Ministerial Union May Let Reporters Be Present. The representatives of the press will be admitted to the meeting of the Presby- terian Ministerial Union again. At least ganization are: Mrs. L. L. Dunbar, sres- . 8. . M that is the prediction of Dr. Ellis, acting pastor of the Central Presbyterian Church of East Oakland. He says that on Mon- day he will give notice to the union that at the following meeting he will move that reporters be admitted to its meetings. “If the union is ashamed of what is said or done in its deliberations it should go out of existence,”’ said that gentleman, “and T if T were you I would withhold judgment, until they reconsider the vote. they still refuse admission it might be well to let them severely alone as faras news- paper notices go.” . BROKE DOWN THE GATES. A Team Crashes Into a Crossing as a Train Passes. An accident occurred yesterday after- noon at the railroad crossing on Mission street, near Twenty-fourth, that by the merest chance did not result in the death of two persons. It is customary at this point for the flag- man to let down four large arms or gates at the time of the passage of trains. The new Santa Cruz “fiyer’’ that was put on the road yesterday had just passed, causing several waiting teams to mme restive. Asthe next passenger train, the Monterey express, leaving Fourth and Townsend streets at 2:35 P. M., was going by at a high speed, a two-horse wagon bearing license tag 2599, and containing a man and a boy, dashed forward into the swiftly moving train. The springy poles of the guard threw them back for an instant, when they made another plunge and broke through both gates, just grazing the rear coach, break- ing the guards inte splinters. The team dashed up Twent{‘-thlrd street and was stopped at Valencia, and was evidently quite severely hurt. The man and boy escaped with a bad sc: ————— ‘Wills Presented for Probate. John Golly’s will was filed for probate yester- day, conveying a $20,000 estate to louz sons and a daughter. Notes amounting to $5500 represent money loshed to John B. Golly, son who is now dead. These notes are orduka } canceled and the son’s children are to receive no other portion of the propert; Mrs. Luigia Boif A clhis 1o Do s Mhet beguegthed 1 2000 LRy be to her l::-‘hnl. silver dollar Gluseppe Boitano,