The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 17, 1895, Page 10

10 THE SAN FRANCISGO CALL, SATURDAY. AUGUST 17, 1895 FROMTHELWEST /\‘.‘éro'ryiof Minin g_llfazm': thorm = prlH WYTHE g o s [Copyright by J. H. Wythe Jr., 1895.] g story of mining life in Cali- a description of the burning riot in accordance with a tradi- Spauish-Americans. The y James, a chain- with Colonel Bestor, a min- -artillery officer, arrives at e camp in connection iwith some supposed ictural defects in the mine. Water and gases have been mnoticed in one of the , and many of the men have yoluntarily work rather than run risks in an un- wholesome mine. While in consultation with an a shaf q ners enters d informs Co Bestor that o vey an nt has t. in the mine. The s hasten from the at the top of the e been brought up dead, and the re of the shift are i ne. Graves are dug and prepared i in the meantime the water tendent a 10 the en They find two g pumped out. s James is in love with pretty Ellen Truson, who has rejected him in favor ve Clemow, one of the n i e shift. Meet- ting Jimmie shortly , Ellen begs him to seve her lover.] All this seems to Tregaskis and his stoker so ridiculous that they are heart C sting up more slowly. drops on his knees and put his ear to the compressor pipe and the surveyor does the same. tor rises, his face very red. ed Jimmie, who was get- he colonel: as hit the pipe, and close to it. Strike again,” ers the surveyor. t's up?” cries - Tregaskis, but' his nd puts his ear to the com- he puts nd, stopping the answers e replies. said the stoker. id Colonel ce credit the yo fo or, who could h elf, imself sca fln e pipe. tly, but quite plainly, he hears two raps, t 3 staggers to ting the thought of his * answers the coionel. rger sign of hour Miners’ Jimmie James, s a-working the e’ orf the south t Soci hon the ¢ *undred. orkin’ there,” said the en- uns were hin the north Benevole “an’ hit’ gas an’ water hover -ornfully asked the stoker. t compressor! Go to your ered the surveyor. and tell them at the office. he added, as that lean, And Jimmie The chain-bearer | | gone. daft t'gither?” e of the air-com- | d face the ‘engineer bends | he falters, uncon- | body, an’ more'n | LEVE a . a'ter them’s a’ready gone, an’ no good neither.” ! In ich judgment all the other practi- cal miners evidently concurred. “I ask no man to risk it,” Colonel Bestor coldly replied. “I intend to go down my- self.” “‘No, you won’t,” said the manager,who, following his own line of thouxht. had ap- parently not been listening to the con- versation. E “I would like to know why not, sir,” said the colonel, ‘‘and who's to prevent | it?” “I am. Your lungs are mot- strong | enough,”’ said Mr. Rose imperjously. And | without allowing time for reply he added: | “The council is dismis Colonel, you will please to remain, sir.” When the *‘bosses’ departed, vexed that their advice had not even been asked, they made no secret of what had transpired n the council or their unanimous disap- | proval and distrust of the “young man’s” | | “new-fangled” apparatus. | So when orders came to the blacksmiths’ | | shop to alter a skip according to Colonel | | Bestor's directions the news spread like | wildfire and the excitement reached fever | | height. | “The hideur!” said Tregaskis, echoing the sentiment of the entire camp, ‘“of a | | young feller like that a-settin’ hup with 'is | Frenchy book-larnin’ t' know more 'bout | Jimmie, releasing-his hand and qlancing toward the gate- where he left Ellen and her mother. “0f coursenot,” said Mr. Rose, “but I will keep my word for all that.” In less than a quarter of an hour the shafthouse is cleared of all who are not necessarily employed there, and no one else is allowed in or near the yard, as Jim- mie finds to his sorrow when he comes out of the blacksmith-shop to say good-by to Ellen. He cannot go to see-her, for everything is ready. Perbaps it is bgter as it is. She is not his and never can“be. -If heloses his life that will be the end of it} if not, he will save Stéve Clemow, whom. she will then marry, “Av, and that’s therub. If it were any one else it would be trial enough; but for his little Ellen, 8o blithe and gay, to have all her life to live with such a rough and cross and - unsocigble a ‘person as Clemow-—a_man who will scarcely speak to any onein the English camy, aan‘l)lose soleand chosen companions are *“Greasers’’ —it is too bad ! For all that the chain-bearer has no thought of withdrawing from his perilous undertaking. 3 The manager and surveyor have gone to takealastlook attheskipapparatus. And as Don 8anchez is putting the rescue on the chain-bearer, Tregaskis on his way to work gives Jimmie an infallible incantation against ‘ghosts and such like bodiesasa precaution in case he has any such en- counter. “The fool "’ muttered Don Sanchez. As he draws fast the last buckle Don Sanchez whispers something ta the chain- bearer. “All ready, Jimmie?” asks Mr. Rose. ‘“Aye, aye, sir,”’ he replies. The good-bys are said, a last ‘message is left for mother and a word for Ellen is whispered to Colonel Restor, if he should never return, and Jimmie entérs the skip diving-bell, - The signal to lower is given | | give I)en{ Those gathered around the mouth of the | t | ian, *‘that a ole Greaser ’ad jes’ been and the skip begins to descend. pit harry to the engine-room. “He’s passing the 200! shouts Colonel Bestor, who is in advance, as he comes in sight of the dial indicator. after he had lighted his pipe, I'll be glad t’ tell all heny of we knows of ’e.” “Thank you.” ~ - “Well,’t was jest after I was’pinted captain as Jimmie first comed t’ this ’ere mine, an’ has my fambly ’adn’t come hout from-the ole country yet, I. was a-stoppin’ t’ the company’s boardin’-house. “The day w'atJimmie corned hit’ad been a-snowing, but it ’ad stopped an’ turned all-fired cold. Hi belonged t'the day shift, an’ I remembers plain has can be the first as hever I sot heyes ont’’im. Hit was after the supper things was cleared orf, an’ me an’ some o’ the boys was a- playin’ pedro, w’en the door hopened, an’ there stood some un we none of us knowed. “‘Shut the door!” ‘Blarst ye, shut that door!” ‘Come in and shut the deor!” yelled the boys. = “But e jes”stood there likean hijiot an’ let'the cold hair in. So up hi jumps an’ takes 'im by the shoulder an’ walks 'im hover i’ the light. 'E was more'n ’alf tight; an’ big as ’e was, 'e was amostly nothin’ but a bag o’ bones. An’’e’d been hin a fight’an’ 'is face was banged and scratched up terrible. Take’im haltoge- ther ’e were as rough a lookin’ a customer has hever I see. “What d’ ye want ’ere?’ sez I. “‘Goin’ t (hic} work,’ sez ’e. ““When? sez L. “‘Goin’ ¥ (hic) work,’ sez 'e; an’ that’s all heny on us could get out of 'im. * “So we tumbled 'im hintoa hempty bunk an’ the nex’ day ’e went t’ work. 2 ‘At dinner the boys w'at was a-workin’ with ’im said 's 'ow 'e were a greenhorn, an’ so w'at must some of ’em do but get hup a resurrection fer 'im.” “What is that?"’ asked Colonel Bestor. “Hit’s a trick, sorr,’”’ the captain replied, “Ye see they knowed Jimmie was dead broke, so Charlie Thorns, w’at put up the job on ’im, told 'im has the doctor wanted a dead corpus fer t' cut up, an’ that’e’d body a 'undred dollars fer one. d 'im,” continued Captain Viv- An’’e tol planted in the Spanish graveyard, an’ said has ’ow has they uns might dig 'im up an’ | sell ’im t’ the doctor and make $50 apiece. =l e AR large-boned, loose-jointed individual pre- | cipitately started, ‘‘not a word to any one ) sorr,” said Jimmie, and off he dashed. = Why, man, what’s the matter?” asks the colonel of the engineer, who, his pale face beaded with perspiration and his eyes staring, is trembling so as scarce to be able to stand at his post. ‘‘Here, let me the brakes, and you sit down.” No, thankee, sorr,” Tregaskis replied; “ere hi do belong to be to my duty, an’ ‘ere hi stops till shift’s done, come man or host or devil.”’ “Pshaw, man! It's no ghost,” said the “Hi knows my duty, sorr,” the engineer tbravely replied; and glad of the chance to | change the subject he nodded his head to- ward the door through which “old Captain the bill. “Tire they be a-comin’, sorr,” he says. Bestor!” cries Captain Black, hall ‘this ’bout some un’s bein’ halive on the 4007” = “Stop the compressor!” orders the and handing & hammer to Jim- Strike that signal.” he said, “and let this gentleman hear for himself.” “Ye needn’t be so "uify henyways, young erchief on the floor and kneeling on I his ear close to the pipe. For a moment there is silence. Some un is there, an’ no mistake!” ex- claims the captain with' an oath, raising his head. it ’er hagen.”’ The captain leaps to his feet. “Let’s godown to the hoffice,” he said .Bo ordering on the compressor the ‘‘boss’ and the surveyor leave the shafthouse. The council of the -‘bosses” has been in seesion less than a quarter of an hour. Finishing a description of the situation, Manager Rose concludes: ‘‘And all wecan do isto pump out.” “They uns Il be hall dead 'fore then,” responds Captain Black. “If on’y some un could get to 'um with wittles,” answers Captain Vivian, the out- side foreman, “they uns could stay there safe "nough.” “Yes, ‘if,” " rejoins Captain Black. “I think I can fix a rescue apparatus so some one can take down lights and food,” said Colone} Bestor. “Describe it,”” orders Mr. Rose. “Fasten air and water tight gogelcs ovar the eyes of the rescuer; cover his ears and nose with rubber cloth and firmly str., _. his back an-air and water tight bag fuli of compressed air; from the bottom of this to his mouth have a stout piece of flexible rubber tubing, near the end of which there must be a shield to fit against and protect | his mouth, and in front of the shield. a stopcock, so he can economize the air in ,. ves,” said the manager; somewhat like the apparatus described by M. Simonin in ‘Underground Life.’ ”” “Yes, sir;"’ assented the surveyor. “How long would the compressed air in such a bag last?” “About twenty minut over two or three time: “With that there bagonto ’is back ’e’d pop up through the water like a cork,” said Captain Black. ““We would weight him.” “Then ’e couldn’t never git hout o’ the n\n%' *‘We would cut an opening at the top-of the skip for the rescuer to get out, have a seat and. foot-rest in ‘it-and send it down shaft upside down like a diving-bell,”’ said the colonel. ““Hi don’t know nothin’ ’bout no drivin’- bells,” rejoined the opiniated ‘captain. *I be on’y & pldin miner. But hi've worked at minin’ man an’ boy nigh on t’ fifty years, -an’ I never hern tell o’ no sech doin’s. "Hit’s jest hanotheér life-throwed *The Ingersoll drill, driven by compressed , by breathing it Black and Jimmie can be seen coming up | 1 ejoined the captain, spreading his | ‘it is | “SOME [From a sketch by a “Call” artist.] u Mflllfl | I A i\ ||| \ I 'UN’S HALIVE DOWN SHAFT.” \ minin’ nor ole Cap Black nor heny on us! An’ I don’t b'leeve has ’e’ll git nobody | *ere’bouts fool 'nough t' go down hin that there thing to be drowned like a rat in a ‘ole, neither, an’ hit nothin’ but ghosts, too!” For Tregaskis, in common with ¢, still firmly believed in the super- natural character of raps which were heard | on the compressor pipe from time to tim: Few men being able to work, the mos of the English employes are at the com- pany’s boarding-house at the .-uf»]n-r hour, when the notice is posted for all hands to | be at the engine-yard of the new shaftat8 | p. M. No women are admitted. When the whistle blows at that time the gates are closed; and there are in and around the shafthouse at least 200 Mex cans and 400 Cornishmen, many of them with lanterns. |~ The yard is further lighted by several lo- | comotive headlights. Mr. Rose mounts a lumber pile in the | glare of a headlight. | Hoping to convince some of theleast su- perstitions of the miners, the manager re- | counts the evidence that their comrades | are alive in the mine; reminds them that | it is more than two days since they have | had any food, and assures them that their | mates must die of starvation unless re- | lieved before the mine with its long drifts | can possibly be cleared of water. | "Mr. Rose also declares his confidence in | the practicability of Colonel Bestor’s res- cue apparatus, which, but for his age, he says, he wou]d try himself; offers a reward of $500 to whoever will go down, and, if | married, to provide for their families in | case of disaster. And after feelingly por- | traying the situation of their mates who | are waiting and trusting to them for deliv- erance, even such a deliverance as they may one day need themselves, he asks, “Who will go?" Many brave men are in the yard, and some of them have more than once taken therir livesin their hands to save their work- mates from death among the thomsand dangers incident to the life of a miner, and somie cf these very heroes are sobbing now. But so thoroughly has the rumor of the | distrust of the *bosses” as to the safety of | the prepared apparatus been circulated that no one offers to go. Somebody is rattling the yard gate and clamoring to get in. ‘“What!” entreats Mr. Rose, “iis there not a man of you brave—" “‘Mr. Rose,” interrupts the surveyor, “I can’t stand this; I'll go.” “No, sir,” decidedly replied the man- | ager; “yoy shall not.”’ The gate opens, and Jimmie James, | after a last word with two weeping women, enters. | “Will no one go?” again appeals the | | manager. ‘“Ye mustn’t blame we, ner think has all | on us his cowards, er 'ave no ’eart,” - said | Captain Vivian; ‘‘but none of we’s" ready fer t’- commit suicide. Show us on’y.one | chanct, an ’f no one helse Il go, hi'll ‘go. | But I sez, sez hi, has that there bag'll | bust, an’ w’at then?”’ *Old-as I am,” said the manager, “I see | T must go myself.” Jimmie James has mounted the lumber- | does not yet see him. ‘““Please, Mr. Rose, mayn’t I go?"” says the chain-bearer, stepping in front of the manager, and taking off his cap and pulling at a lock of his thin, lank, clay-colore ggir, and making an awkward attempt ata “What!” exclaimed the m anager, scarce crediting his ear. “Hooray!"” shouts the crowd. 5 “If ye'll on’y take cdare o’ my old mam- my if hi do be killed,” explained Jimmie. “Alge, that'I will, my brave fellow,” said Mr. Rose, grasping his hand. “But you're not going to be hurt, but to save those poor fellows and get $500 for it.” “Hidon't go fer no money,” protested pile. and is standing behind Mr. Rose, who | 0. K “Two hundred and fifty—three hun- dred!” successi is at the engine. Fifty feet yet! is Jimmie alive or al- ready dead? We shall know in a moment, for the dial shows that the skip is almost at the lowest level. The bottom of the shaft is reached and the engine stops. Why, if living, does the chain-bearer not give the agreed signal? It must be that something has— Clang! clang! clang! sounds the gong. “He’s safe!’’ shouts the manager. “Thank God!” says the colonel. “ Ip!’ip! 'arrah!” yell the miners. “Silence!” orders Mr. Ross, as soon as he first ebullition of joy has found vent, “He is not out yet.” Anxiously those present watch the great clock on the engine-house wall, and wait. “‘He will certainly be back inside of half an hour,"” said Colonel Bestor. “Yes, if he ever returns,’” assented Mr. Rose. In silence, unbroken save by the clank, clank of the engine pump, the moments drag wearily along. Ten—fifteen—twenty minutes pass. All with strained hearing are listening every muscle rigid, Tregaskis is convul- sively grasping the brakes. - Thirty minutes! and no signal yet. Thirty-tfive minutes! no signal. Forty minutes! “I'm afraid something is wrong,’’ said Mr. Rose, ana the Cornishmen, ever slow to change an opinion, begin to mutter among themselves. ‘“‘Perhaps he was exhausted and is rest- ing,” half - heartedly suggested Colonel Bestor. An hour, an _hour -and a half, two hours pass, and still nothing is heard from Jimmie James. Hope faints and diessoon or late in every breast. One by one the crowd departs, and at 3:40 A. M. Tuesday, excepting the few men necessarily em- ployed there,everybody has left theengine- house but the surveyor, who, refusing all entreaties, has persisted in remaining. In utter deject’~n the colonel seats him- self upon a large piece of timberin the shadow, btack-from the mouth of the pit, and supposing himself alone he no longer makes any attempt to check the expres- sion of his grief. He rises and walks to the mouth of the shaft. As he bends over striving to pierce that dark abyss, uncon- sciously to himself the tears course down | his'cheeks. Groaning in spirit he is turn- ing away, when a rough hand is laid on his shoulder, and he hears the hash -but not unfriendly voice of Captain Vivian. “Cheer up, Colorel Bestor! Cheer up, sorr! Hit do be a bad ?ob, an’ no mistake, but mebbe hit'll be hall right yet, sorr.” ‘‘How can it now that Jimmie’s gone, t00?” asks the dispirited surveyor. “The on’y way t’ do is t’ wait an’ see,”’ said the captain. - “I didn’t believe none in that there happaratus o’ yourn.’an’ I'm slow t’ change. But a’ter I'got 'ome an’ t’ bed blarst me if I eould sleep a wink, an’ 1 thunk, an’ thunk, an’ thunk hit over— ’ow_has Jimmie got t’ bottom an’ giv’ the . K. signal, ’e of course bein’ a-livin’ an’ hunder water w’en ’e rang ’er—an’ so I caved in. An’ I don’t believe but w’at ’e ’1l come up all right yet.” “Why, then, is he'so long? Why don’t he ring 7 : i3 “I dunno, on’y T sorter feel hit in-my bones that ’e’s a-goin’ ter come up halive. Henyways, ere hi stops till breakfast.” “I will stay, too,” said the colonel, “though I cannot share in your hope.” Shortly after 4 A. . the surveyor asked Captain Vivian if he knew the history of Jimmie James, concluding his request by ;uyjl,ng, “He has not been here long, has e?”’ ; “‘No, sir, not more'n a year an’ a’alf. Asjye’d like t' ’ear,” said Captain Vivian, ively reads Tregaskis, who | Jimmy was igh up fer hit. So w’en they went t' supper they ’id a pick an’ shovel in the brush, so’s no one wouldn’t suspect nothin’ if they should ’appen t' see’em a-leavin’ of the camp. ‘At ’leven o’clock that night, bein’ has the moon war a-shinin’ bright, they uns went down the canyon, hover the RKocky Chucks Ford an’ comed'up t'other side the ’ill, by the ole Blue Jacket shaft, so’s nobody couldn’t see 'em from the Mexican camp. “W’en they was t’ the graveyard Charlie said 'e ’d forgot 'is pistol, an’ axed Jimmie ter let 'im look at his’n. So Jimmie passed it hover. ! ‘’Ere’s the place,’ sez Charlie, an’ stickin’ Jimmmie's pistol_hin ’is belt’e be- gins t' dig, an’ so does Jimmie. “All ¢ onct, Pop! pop! Bang! bang! bang!” goes a lot o’ shooters, a-spittin’ fire onto ’em out er the bushes hon hevery side of ’em. At the first shot Jimmie tumbled flat. “'Quick, one right after hanother, Charlie fired back six shots out o’ the borrered pis- tol, an’ then ’¢ fell back a-groanin’, ‘Hi’m killed! Hi'm killed!” uick’s lightnin’ Jimmie jumps up. - tR“" fer yer life!” sez Charlie kinder aint. [To be continued in next Saturday’s “ Call.”’] FOLLOWING BANDWAGONS. Thousands of People Witness the Monster Circus Street Parade. WILD BEASTS AND WILD BOYS. Last Night Afforded a .samplo' of What One Week’s Judicious Ad- vertising Will Accomplish. Last night at 7:20 o’clock Market street was black with a_throng of boys and girls. Some of them had reached the age of ma- turity, but they were all yeungsters again and the difference in age was forgotten. At 8 the Great Syndicate Shows and Paris Hippodrome wheeled into the street at the corner of First, having come up from the circus grounds from Eighth and Mission. jostled the street gamins for places and crowded to the iront asthe band struck up and the series of flashlights that adorned each animal wagon came into view. There was a most decided eagerness to see and those who were not already there got into the street and became per- fectly blind to the fact that the Market- street Cable Company was attempting to conduct a general passenger business along that particular route. Its business was blocked and the circus parade held the boards for some moments. Following the band were the white horses, upon whose backs sat the fair and daring equestriennes, from the girl who tivtoes on the horse that “can almost talk” to the little girl who is “'startling the world with her feats of aerial gymnastics.” Then came the solemn men mounted on coal-black chargers, which champed their bits and pranced to the music. Next in line was a mastodon cage that contained a dozen ostriches. On top of this wagon a pyrotechnic display was in motion,and per- formed the function of keeping the crowd from gettirg too close to the cage of laugh- ing hyenas that brought up benind it. Next came the colored band, then the Shet- land ponics mounted bf’ lively monkeys who were occupied in looking at all the boys around them with a suspicious air; then the Roman chariots with four plung- Old men and elderly women | ing horses harnessed abreast, and a fierce | and determined man holding “the ribbons; next the ever popular pride of thering who drives five horses around the sawdust circle while the spectators yell, and the peanut butchers do a land office business. Several attempts were made to get the cable-cars in good motion, but creeping was fast for them. The crowd was deter- mined to see it all and not miss a single trick. The procession was getting in some good work with its cazed lions, its snakes, its seals, its leopards, its zebras and its fireworks when some one inquired where the good old-time calliope was. Like an answer to this question the air was ripped up with the strains of .*‘Go Tell Aunt Abby the Old Gray Goose is Dead,” fol- lowed by the no less well-known melody, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning,” and other popular airs. In a few moments the regularly styled steam piano was mixing things up so severely that a dime-museum band across the streat fled Tuto'an adjoin- ibmz saloon and drowned their misery in eer. Like a huge mountain of flesh ‘‘the biggest elephant in the world" then hove in sight and was followed slowly by his | lumbering relations and a mass of small boys, who took liberties with his tail and crowded out the docile camels who were doing their best to bring up the rea Altogzether the parade was 8 good one, and the crowd of people who witnessed it evi- dently rea the papers. JDGED INSANE, lusion of a Young Woman Recently From the East. Julia Mooreland, a prepossessing and accomplished girl of 20 years, only a few months from the East, was adjudged in- sane by the Commissioners of Insanity yesterday and ordered sent to the Napa Asylum. Miss Mooreland has developed a strong penchant of late for writing and mailing letters addressed to herself signed by some imaginary man or woman, and requesting an interview at a certain time :md1 place, which was always ciearly speci- fied. A strange phase .in the delusion under which the poor girl labored was the punc- tual keeping of all these agpointments. In a meeting once arranged she seemed to find the basis for sane and consistent action, going a good distance at times to meet her imaginary correspondents, and alwaysat a time mentioned in the letter, which was carefully entered in a book. It was not often that she got her dates mixed up, but now and then she would get a letter from herself asking for an interview at a certain time on a certain day. When reference to her book would show that this particular time had been previously en- gaged she would at once address a note to the mythical sender asking a postpone- ment to such and such a date, which she would then enter in her book. On all other subjects she is sane, giving ample evidence of rather unusual intel- lectual attainments. Strange e e ——— The Trafic Association. The executive committee of the Traffic Asso- ciation met yesterday at 214 Pine street, and confirmed the nominations of B. F. Dunbar for grefldent, Charles M. Yates for first vice-presi- ent, Henry Michaels second vice-president, Wakefield ker for treasurer, by electing them to their respective offices. After’ the election the meeting adjourned without taking up the consideration of policy or plan of cam- paign, which may not be definitely determined until several meetings are held and the various phases of transportation discussed maturely. RS R S i PRINCIPAL WHITE IN TROUBLE. He Is Charged With Cruelly Beating One of His Pupils. T. B. White, principal of the Washington- street Grammar School, was arrested yes- terday on a charge of battery. Israel Wilson, a colored man who works in the Nevada block, complained to Judge Joa- chimsen that the schoolteacher had cruelly beaten his children and asked for a war- rant, which was issued. Willie and James Wilson both attend thé Washington-street Grammar School. A white boy called Willie names and a fight resulted. Principal White rushed in and, according to the boy, knocked out one of his teeth. The next day James had a gprrel with a second white boy, and incipal White and Assistant' McCarthy interfered. James went home and told his father, and the latter reported the matter to Superintendent Moulder, but complains that he got no satisfaction. It was then that he swore out the warrant. Principal White was booked at the Cali- fornia-street station, but gave $20 bail and was released. He states emphatically that he did not hurt the boys, but only chas- tised them on the hands with a strap for fighting in the schoolyard. VACANCIES IN THE GUARD. Officers to Be Elected in the First and Third Regi- ments. A Contest for the Lleutenant~ Colonelcy of the First—The Third’s New Major. The recent resignation of Lieutenant- Colonel Burdick of the First Infantry Regiment of the National Guard has caused the fires of ambitiox to burn in the bosoms of more than one officer. Like- wise. the vacant position of major in the Third Infantry, caused by the promotion of Major James F. Smith to the position of lieutenant-colonel, has caused considerable speculation in that regiment. There are candidates for both positions, but the prospects of .an election are hard to deter- mine. For the vacant lieutenant-colonelcy of the First Regiment there are so far two candidates. Charles L. Tilden, the attor- ney, a captain on the retired list and for- merly commander of Compuny G of the First Regiment, was the first candidate mentioned. Next to him is Charles Jan- sen, the senior major, who, it is claimed, will make a hard fight for the place. Titden will receive the support of Com- panies C and G, the Nationals, in memory of and in compliment to his old position. As for the other companies of the regi- ment they are divided between the two, and neither candidate is willing to speak confidently except for campaign purposes. For the vacancy in the Third Regiment there have been names enough mentioned, butall except one have declined. Captain Robert Marshall, who recently came to the Third Regiment’ with Company A of the First, is senior captain of the brigade. The position was offered him but he has de- cided to remain with his company, and so has_declined. Captain Frank W. Warren of Company F, now acting paymaster on the regimental staff, has also been offered the place, but he, too, refuses to leave the line. Lieutenant J. J. Giusti, Second Battalion adjutant, is also announced as a candidate, but so far he has not gained much support. The question of armories isalso agitating both regiments. The First has left but four companies to pay the rent for- merly contributed by five, In this four is included the old Company A of the First, which was transferred to the Third Regi- ment. Even under former circumstances, this drainage upon the company treas- uries was heavy, but with one company gone, another likely to ‘enter another armory at any time, and the company allowances in eminent peril of being re- duced from $100 to $75 a month, the pros- Dpects of the armory on Market and Tenth streets being kept up are growing dimmer, and the question of the entire regiment going into the armory of the Nationals on Ellis street is growing every day. The Third Regiment is just now looking for an armory, and eyes are being cast upon the vacancy which the First will leave should it leave Tenth and Market. he THird has six companies, all n this City. The First has six companies, five of which are here, and of these five local companies, the two called the Nationals, C and G, are in theirown armory. Should the regiment enter the Nationals’ armory, the men think it will look very much like the tail wagging the dog, but this seems to be the pm?ect. The Third Regiment will also hold in mind C. 8. Hooker’s rroposa! to erect a $30,000 armory on Fulton, between Polk and Van Ness, and will try and make satis- factory terms with him. There are a coupie of other sites mentioned, but as they are not under negotiation as yet, they are not openly discussed. FAIRLY AND FREELY We call your attention to the herbs of California. 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ILES ITCHING PILES SWAYNE'S ABSOLUTELY OURES. oI"TME"T SY MPTOMS—Molsture; intense itehing snd stinging; most at ight; wor: lowed to cont which often blecd sore. SWAYNE’ and bleeding, heals ulcerat vemoves the' sk by s¢-aiching. If LEGAL NOTICES. VOTICE TO CREDITORS — ESTATE OF NCHARLES C. TERRILL, decoased. _Notice is hereby given by the undersigned, AN- NIE H. TERRILL, executrix of the estate of said CHARLES C. TERRILL, deceased. to the credit- ors of and all persons having claims ngainst the said deceased to exhibit them with the necessary vouchers within ten (10) months after the first publication of this notice to the said executrix, ANNIE H. TERRILL, at room 147, Crocker build- ing, the same being the place for the ransaction of the business of the said estate in the City and County of San Francisco, State o California. Executrix of the estaté of CHARLES & % e estate of CHARLES C, RILL, deceased. i g S Dated'at San Francisco, August 7, 1895. AT A MEETING OF THE ew City Hall Commissioners held August 13, 1895, the following resolution was Ppassed to print: Resolved, That contract No. 80, for brick, gran- ite and concrete work in rotunda and adjoining rooms, new City Hail, be awarded to D. J. BREN-~ l\lAl;X,m the sum of $6200, and the same pass to print. lc'}(yehcummlmone" CRESWELL, BRODER- “Absent—Commissioner SUTRO. J. J. McCARTHY, Secretary. IN 5 SUPERIOR COURT, IN AND FOR the City and County of San Francieco, State o California. Department No. 10 (Probate). In the matterof the estateof JOHN B. MILLER, deceased. Order to show cause why order of sale of real estate should not be made. 2 A. C. FREESE, the _administrator of the estate of JOHN B. MILLER, deceased, having filed his petition herein, duly verified praying for an order Of sale of the real estate of sald decedent, for the pu therein set forth. Tt is therefore ordered by the said court that all persons interested in the estate of said deces appear before the said Superior Court_on MO N~ DAY, the 26th _day of Angust, 1895, at 10 o'clock in'the forenoon of said dav,at the courtroom of Department No. 10 (Probate) of said Superior Court, at the new City Hall,in the City and County of San Francisco, State of California, to show cause why an order should not be granted to the Sald adminiatrator (0. sell 80 much pf the real ca fate of the said deceased as shall be necessary. And that a copy Of this order be published at least once week for four successive weeks in the SAN FRANCISCO CALL, & newspaper printed and published in said City and County. Dated July 25, A. D. 1895, CHARLES W. SLACK, Judge of the Superior st OO . SULLIVAN, attorney. for administrator, 318 Pine sereet, San Francisco, Callfornia. N THE SUPERIOR COURT, IN AND FOR Ihe City and County of San Francisco, State of Callfornis, Department No. 10 (Probate). Ih the macter of the escite of MARY O'NETL, deceased. Order to show cause why order of sale of Teal eatate should not be made. A, C. FRIKSE, the administrator of the estate NEIL, deceased, having filed his patt. don hereln, duly Ferfied, praving for an order of sale of the real estate of sald decedent, therein set forth. e pur: It is therefore ordered by the said court that all persons interésted in the estate of said deceased appear before the said Superior Court on MON- DAY, the 26th day of August, 1895, at 10 e'clock in the forenoon of said day,’at the courtroom of Department No. 10 (Probate) of sald Superior Court, at the new City Hall, {n the City and Count, of San Francisco, State of Catifornia, to show caucy why an order should Dot be granted to the said ad. ministrator to sell 50 much of the real estate of the said deceased as shall be necessary. - And that a copy of this order be published at lseAl:t %flb. weel éfll’ four successive weeks in the x NCISCO CALL, & new ¢ published insnid City and County.? " P o-ed and Daced July 26, &, D. 1895, CHARLES ‘W. SLACK, Judge of the Superior D. SULLIVAN, attorne; nistrator, ‘Pine street, San Francisco, u'zfixm . 819