The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 1, 1895, Page 14

14 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1895. G AND OPENING DIS At 50 Cents. |110 At 75 Cents. be offered at 75¢ a yard. At 75 Cents. new ay At $1.00. NOV X choice colorings, will yard. PLAI | “ WOOL | | offerec e offered at §1 50 a yard. At $2.00. NCH FIN , FR $2 a yard. AIDS, from 50c to $2 a yard. COLORED DRESS ~ GOODS! -INCH ALL-WOOL BOUR- ) AIPES, elegant assortment hades, will be offered at 50c a yard. INCH FINE ALL-WOOL SUITING, Astrachan eif- s, in bright and medium colorings, | 72 pieces 40-INCH SUPERIOR ALL-WOOL FINE T'ING, two-toned shad- ing, damasse effects, will be offered at 75¢ a yard. |42 pieces ALL-WOOL | CREP! ON SUITING, colorings, will be offered at$1 |85 pieces 52-INCH SUPERFINE ALL- ASTR.—\C]IAG\' e TI0R ALL-WOOL SLTY PLAIDS, 1 the latest col- ALL-WOOLAND H NOV- ne combwation of} rough eifects, will be offered at | G ASSORTMENT of all the LAT- | CR FINE WHITE BLANKETS We bought' 1250 week, and feel sure that for fine and values ever shown on the coast. At $9.50 a Pair. MISSION BLANKETS, the grade wool, 13-4 size, mill cost $11. At $7.50 a Pair. price $9 65. At $6.50 a Pair. value for $8 50. At $5.50 a Pair. INE OREGON 500 pairs BLANKETS, very showy, mill cost §6 3734. At $4.50 a Pair. iceable, first-c At $4.00 a Pair. N CALILF 2 cases BLANKE Blankets, value for $5 50. At $2.50 a Pair. showy goods, value for §3 50. At $1.00 a Pair. 2 cases heavy 10-4 FLUFFY 150, SPECIAL ! | | e | L£&-NOTE—About 200 pairs | GRADE PU WOOL_ CRADLE IB BLANKETS, slichtly imperfect, | at one-third off regular price. airs Pure Wool Fine White Blankets, broken lots from two first- class mills, which we will place on sale this me- dium goods they will be found the best One_lot GOLDEN GATE LAMB’S WOOL finest 200 pairs 12-4 FINE MISSION BLANKETS, ‘made in Golden Gaté Mills, San Fran- cisco, of pure Australian ‘Voul, mill 4 cases 10-4 MISSION BLANKETS, fine Australian wool, beautifully finished, WOOL extra size, close weave, 7 cases 114 FINE WHITE FAMILY BLANKETS, double-bed size, a serv- ssarticle, mill cost $510. RNIA WOOL S, our special “‘Household” 100 pairs 104 WHITE FAMILY BLAN- KETS, a little cotten in the warp, nice, WHITE BLANKETS, Eastern make, value for About 100 pairs FINE AND MEDIUM 'S WOOL BLANKETS, some | , to be closed out at half value. ! THIS WEEK we open the new Fall Season with A STOCK THAT OUTRIVALS AND ECLIPSES ANY EVER BROUGHT TO THIS MARKET both in vastness of assortments and choiceness of styles as well as in the exceptional values offered, for our ability to handle im- mense quantities through our two great stores proved ALL-POWERFUL in the depressed markets of the world and secured to us THE VERY CREAM OF THE CHOICEST STYLES AND NOVELTIES at discounts that would have otherwise been impossible. This coupled with our determination to give a still greater impetus to our enormously increased business by offering all classes of goods at the slightest possible margin of profit, enables our this week’s visitors to secure a choice from THE: GREATEST VALUES EVER PRESENTED AT THE BECINNING OF A SEASON! PLAY or NEW FALL GOODS! s e B SIK DEPARTHENT! At 25 Cents. 100 pieces COLORED INDIA SILK, 24 inches wide, in all the newest shades and tints, will be placed on sale at 25c a yard. At 50 Cents. 50 pieces COLORED FIGURED SILK, in light and dark shades, will be placed or sale at 50c a yard. At 65 Cents. 40 pieces FANCY FIGURED SILK striped effects, neai designs, will be placed on sale at 65¢c a yurd. At 75 Cents. 60 pieces STRIPED AND FIGURED TAFFETA SILK, latest designs and colorings, will be placed on sale at 65¢ a yard., At 85 Cents. 50 pieces DAMASSE TAFFETA SILK, very handsome designs, rich color- ingsd. will be placed on sale at 85c a yard. At $1.00. 30 pieces BLACK FIGURED GROS- GRAIN SILK, extra heavy qual- ity, latest patterns, will be placed on sale at $1 a yard. BUTTER AND IVORY BRODERIE ANGLAISE BUTTER POINT VENISE VAN DYKE LACE, 4 BUTTER AND CREAM POINT APPLIQUE BLACK CHANTILLY LACES, all silk, effective BLACK CHANTILLY BLACK BRODERIE ANGLAISE LACE, all BLACK POINT DE LISBONNE LACE, all silk, ;BL LACES! TACES! At 30c to $1.75 per Yard. LACE, 8% to 10 inches wide, the latest_de- signs, 'will be offered at 30c, 45c, 60c, 75¢, 90¢, $1, $1 35 and $1 75 per yard. At 50c to $3 per Yard. to 12 inches wide, new designs, will be offered at 50¢, 75¢, $1, $1 35, $1 50, $2 and $3 per yard. At 25c to $1 per Yard. LACE, 315 to 13 inches wide, novelty pat- terns, will be offered at 25¢, 35¢, 50¢, 60c, 75¢ and $1 per yard. At 25c to $1.50 per Yard. patterns, 4 to 10 inches wide, will be offered at 25¢, 35¢, 50¢, 75¢, $1, $1 25 and $1 50 per yard. At 80c to $1.50 per Yard. GUIPURE LACE, all silk, 4 to 10 inches wide, will be offered at 30ca40c, 50¢, 60c, 75¢, $1 and $1 50 per yard. At 35c to $1.35 per Yard. silk, 4 to 12 inches wide, latest novelties, will be offered at 35¢, 50¢, 60¢, 75¢, $1 and $1 85 per yard. At 75¢c to $2 per Yard. 4 t0 10 inches wide, richest novelties, will be offered at 75¢, 90c, $1 10, $1 50, $1 65 and $2 per yard. At 50c to $5 per Yard. E. PANGLED LACE, 4 1 be offered at 50¢, 0,$3 to $5 per yard. es wide, 75¢, $1, §1 50, §2, 2-INCH BLACK SATIN AND GROS- 234-INCH BLACK SATIN AND GROS- &INCH BLACK SATIN AND GROS- 3%-INCH BLACK SATIN AND GROS- 100-dozen LADIES’ 8-BUTTON. RIBBONS! RIBBONS! At 10 Cents. GRAIN RIBBONS, all silk, will be offered at 10c. : At 12 1-2 Cents. GRAIN RIBBONS, all silk, will be offered at 12}4c. At 15 Cents. GRAIN RIBBON, all silk, will be offered at 15c. | 3cases LADIES’ JERSEY-RIBBED COT- At 25 Cents. GRAIN RIBBON, all silk, will be offered at 25¢. GLOVES! GLOVES! At 65 Cents. (200 dozen LADIES’ BIARRITZ KID|2 | GLOVES (with 2 haoks at wrist), Foster, Paul & Co. make, in _red, tan, brown, slate, green and mode shades, will be offered at 65¢ a pair. 2 At $1.00. MOUSQUETAIRE DRES: GLOVES, in dark and medium colors, .also black, will be offered at $1 a pair. 2:55}{7 MEN’S FULL-F! 3cases MEN’S HEAVY WOOLSOCKS, in 2cases MEN'S AUSTRALIAN LAMB'S 1case MEN'S FULL-FINISHED SANI- Ladiey’ Men'no_ Underwear! 1 case LADIES’ SWISS RIBBED SILK NENS FURNISHINGS! At 25 Cents. ISHED EXTRA NE IMPORTE: CASHMERE WOOL SOCKS, with double-spliced heels-and toes, 1n undyed sanitary g—ay and black, the latter warrantea ermsdorf dye, will be placed on sale at 25c a pair. At 25 Cents. Oxford gray, camel’s hair and scarlet, finished with double heels and toes, will be placed on sale at 25¢ a pair, At $1.50. WOOL UNDERSHIRTS ANDDRAW- ERS, in undyed wooland camel’s hair, warranted thoroughslg shrunk, will be placed on sale at §1 50 each. At $1.50. TARY WOOL UNDERSHIRTS AND DRAWERS, Norfolk and New Bruns. wick manufacture, will be placed on sale at $1 50 each, At 65 Cents. TON AND WOOL VESTS, high neck, long sleeves, drawers to match, guar- anteed non-shrinkable, cream and natural color, will be placed on sale at 65¢c each. At 75 Cents. 1 AND WOOL VESTS, low neck and sleveless, silk trimmed, cream and black color, will be offered at the low price of 75¢ each. At 50 Cents. cases LADIES’ NATURAL GRAY MERINO WOOL VESTS, high neck, long sleeves, drawers to_match, war- ranted non-shrinkable, will be offered at the low price ot 50c each. At $1.00. cases LADIES' JERSEY-RIBBED WOOL MIXED COMBINATION SUITS, high neck, long sleeves, guar- anteed non-shrinkable, cream and natural coler, will be placed on sale at $1 each. 1 case 38-INCH ALL PURE WOOL 1case 39-INCH FINE IMPORTED FIG-| 2 cases 38-INCH FINE ALL WOOL IM-| 2 cases 50-INCH ALL PURE WOOL ENG- 2 cases 58-INCH ALL WOOL ENGLISH 1case FINE ALL WOOLFRENCH BOUR- 2cases FINE IMPORTED CURL CAM- EL'S TENSIVE STOC COLORED FANCY FIGURED CREPONS in the newest designs at attractively low prices. BLACK DRESS GOODS! At 35 Cents. STORM SERGE will be offered at 35c a yard. At 50 Cents. URED ALPACA will be offered at 50ca | yard. At 60 Cents. PORTED FANCY WEAVES, in a va-| rierzg of designs, will be offered at 60c a yard. At 65 Cents. LISH CORKSCREW DIAGONAL| will be offered at 65¢ a yard. At 75 Cents. SERGE will be offered at 75¢ a yard. At 75 Cents. E1TE will be offered at 75¢ a yard. At $1.00. case 50-INCH EXTRA HEAVY FRENCH BOUCLE will be offered at $1a yard, At $1.50. HAIRS, in various designs, will be offered at 31 50 a yard. CREPONS! CREPONS! We have just Elnced on sale an EX- OF BLACK AND Murphy Building, , Market and Jones Strets. Market and Jones Streets, / WMurphy Euilding, Warket and Jones Streets. 0 t% Murphy Building, Market and Jones Stregts. Murphy Building, Market and Jones Sireets. Murphy Bulding, Market and Jones Strests, & The Minister's Daughter. In the minister’s morning sermon He bad told of the primal fali, ‘Amd-iow thenceforth the wrath of God Rested on each and all. ADd how, of his will and pleasure, All souls, save a chosen few, Were doomed to the quenchless burning, And held in the way thereto. Yet never by faith’s unreason A saintlier soul was tried, And never the harsh old lesson A tenderer heart belied. And after the painful service Of that pleasant Sabbath day, He walked with his little daughter Through the apple-blooms of May. Sweet in the fresh, green meadows Sparrow and biackbird sung; Above him their tinted petals ‘The blossoming orchards hung. Around on the wonderful glory The minister looked and sm!| “How good 18 the Lord who gives us These gifts from his hand, my child! “Behold in the bloom of apples And the violets in the sward A'nint of the old, lost beauty Of the Garden of the Lord " Then up spake the little matden, Treading on snow and pink; ‘O Father! these pretty biossoms Are very wicked, I think. “Had there been no Garden of Eden There never had been a fall: And it never a tree had blossomed God would bave loved us all.” “Hush, child!” the father answered, “By nis decree man fell; His ways are in clouds und darkness, But he doeth all things weil. “And whether by God’s ordaining To us cometh good or ill, Joy or pain, or light or shadow, We must fear and love him StIL® “On, T fear him !” said the daughter, “And I try to love him, 100: But I wish he was good and gentle, Kind and loving as you.” ‘The minister groaned in spirit As the tremulous lips of pain And wide, wet eyes uplifted Questioned his own in vain. And lo! from the bioom and the greenn From the tender skies above, 2! And the face of his little daughter He learned a lesson of love. Thereatter his hearers noted In his prayersa tenderer straln, And never the gospel of hatred Burned on his lips again. JOHN GEEENLEAY WHITTIER. The Very Best Place in Which to Live. Up on Telegraph Hill there are plenty of'children who will speak to you without she formality of an introduction. My first greeting as I climbed and climbed was from a “‘gang” of children who were gathered about a huckster’s wagon. ‘‘Say, missus,” they called out cheer- fully, “fer two bits you ¢’n buy enough | melons to treat the whole crowd of us.” It would not do to encourage such be- havior, so I went on up the hill withoat responding. A mighty whoop went up from the ‘“gang,” and somebody shouted, “Let’s go ahead up to the park!”’ “The park’ is the summit of the hill, with its crumbling walls of adobe, its abandoned wooden castle and its superb views. All the children began to talk at once, and it seemed to me that each one’s voice w]x\sY higher and shriller than anybody else’s. I want to tell THE CALL’s children right now that the tones of your voices tell p:_onle who listen to them a great many things. Yug\\r words mu;,v say something quite different, for, alas! folks—even very little folks—are able to make words say things which are not true. But if you are not earnest and truthful, if you are not kind and loving, your voice will be sure to tell it. Have you not heard people saying, I am very glad,” in such sorry tones that ! you were SOITy too, orin such growlng tones that you were afraid? And. have you not heard people saying polite things to each other in little voices that didn’t seem to come from farther down than their throats, and sounded only anxious to lplease. and not honest and hearty the east bit? If we will only stop to think a little while about how much our voices tell, and our faces tell, and the way we hold our heads, and the way we walk tells, I think we shall all make up our minds thatit’'s no use pretending to be anything that we are not, and that the only way is to be the sort of person we want to appear. I hope the Mount of Olives was a better place to preach sermons than Telegraph Hill is. The wind up there seems to have a special grudge against hats and against people who haven’t sense enough to keep quiet. If you must talk you turn your back to the wind—there now! Until this minute I've been proainz that those blessed children up there talked in those high, shrill voices on account of too much competition—because they were eager and excited and, perhaps, greedy. All of a sudden I realize that it is only the wind. They have had to try all their lives to pitch their small voices so that they can be heard above the winds! “Yus kids kin jest keep quiet—I'm goin’ to talk to de layde about dis hill mgae]f.” said a coming politician, aged 10, when he bad ;rnnge himself with reference to the wind. He told me all about it. Andif I was not afraid the young rascal would buya paper and grow conceited at what it says about him, I would tell you that I don't believe there is another boy of 10 in this City—and, of course, that means nor any- where else—who can tell so many interest- | ing things about the neighborhood where | he lives. 5 In the first place my young politician says that Telegraph Hill is the best place | in” the world to live, not even excepting | Nob Hill (he pronounced 1t with the ac- | | cent on the Nob), which is the only other | place worth mefitioning at all. | . There is the fresh air—all you want of it. And there is the view. Look at that view! Ain’t the water blue? And there’'s the Golden Gate, and Governors and wheat and great big water- melons. All sailing vessels are not ships. rigged. A bark has three masts, two of them square-rigged. A barkentine has three masts, the one in front square-rigged. A schooner has two masts. That harbor is about the finest one in the world. And we don’t have to let any body in here that we don’t want. have the fortifications at Aleatraz, and the | men-of-war, and the Presidio full of soldiers besides. I tell you what! Schools? ‘Well, there are about 450 kids in that school over there and there are about 600 more in the one [ go to myself. ‘What makes me look so pale when I live out in this fresh air? I s’pose it is the cigarettes. smoke most all the time. The games the children who live on the hill play seem mostly indigenous to the soil, and the zame of kite-flying is played in a fashion that reminds me of the days when I used to be taught, by teasing big brothers, that everything in Australia grows upside down. Instead of flying their kites “‘as high as the sky,” these children watch them fly down, down to the blue water of the bay. The currents of wind have a trick of helping, and if a boy can only get enough string he can enjoy the proud distinction of sending his kite into tue bay, or even of | | A ship has three masts, all ‘'square- | - | du the quarry beyond, while the otheris hip- pity-hopping down over the hills and housetops to the water that waits beyond. On the slopes of the hill brown-eyed boys and girls speak a soft language that belongs not to the city they were born in. They have soft eyes, too, and they can’t help being picturesque in their gay clothes, even if these are rags. The little Italian - Americans do not shriek shrilly after the fashion of their neighboring foes. In fact, they don’tin- in oratory at all, and conversation is mostly carried on with their big bright eyes. They are industrious little types, though, and they build streets and exca- vate the eurth generally, while the coming politicians are talking together and hold- Ing caucuses to prove whose big brother | is the strongest and whose house is liable to topple downhill first. Babies are many on Telegraph Hill, and mothers are mothers all the world over. One mother, climbing the hill as I came down, carried a bouncing rosy boy in her arms as she climbed slowly and wearily homeward. And, getting a tow by holding mother’s skirts with grimy hands, two or three more little shavers toiled along behind. The figures stood out boldly against the early evening sky—a group for some New World Millet to teach the natives another lesson with. . M.C.J. A Proper Cold Morning. Of course the little boy and the little girl were good as they could 'be all the time until to-morrow night, and when grandpa’s candles were lit they sat down, there’s Alcatraz, and that’s a deep-sea sail- ing ship just coming from China or Aus- tralia or somewhere; that beautiful white thing over there is a regulur man-of-war. A man-of-war hae a lot of brass guns and lots of fighting soldiers, and she sails all over the world to tight—colored people! I tell you, if the—colored people don't salute our flag every time the man-of-war comes around, and its tss—tss—and then they salute it, you bet. 0Of course I am telling you most of this in my young politician’s own language, just smoothed out a bit. Do you see that pole up on top of the castle? Well, every day at a quarter of 12 somebody touches a button or something away over at Mare Island, almost fifty miles away, and a gold ball shoots up to the top of that pole by electricity. % At 12 o’clock the ball falls, by electricity again, and that's how all the captains of all the ships in the harbor can set their chronometers right ever day. That little steamer knginicl(na in over there is the Btockton boat. They carry groceries and people and jewelry and things up the river, and they bring down getting it tangled in the rigging of some great big ship. Another game of the hill tribes is the throwing of hats. Itis very naughty and destructive, of course, but if the hats ever come down or up again it really doesn’t matter much, for they are such very bad hats to begin with that a little journey in the world doesn’t hurt them. When a fierce gust of wind sweeps past the boys snateh eE‘c‘h other’s hats, and P‘re- gret to say that each boy seems to make a grab for the hat of the youngster next smailer than himself instead of the next larger one, as he really cught, and they throw them to the wind as it they were tossing food to some invisible monster. And the wind seizes the bats with a rush, sufietlmeslrizh a ro;;a il 1s really ve spor ys— to watch Mr.y Wix‘zj”i tricks with those hats. Sometimes he will take them two at a time and roll them round and round each other a few times, make one bump into the other and threaten to do it again likean angry Tooster, then sweep the two a mile apart while you are watching. Perlngl one will g0 to the top of the electric light pole or over the top of the castle and down into quiet as mice, and watched the fire while they waited for the story to begin. Grandpa was not in the least hurry. In this the evening of his life the evening’s quiet pleased him always. No new-fangled arrangements of gas or electricity invaded the peaceful room, and as the wood fire now blazed up tili the far corners of the chamber were revealed and now died down to a bed of glowing coals, the old man watched it with the chil- dren—waiting, pel‘hlgl, that some one of memory’s pictures that came and went -txgong the embers should crystallize intoa story. By and by the little girl poked out her slippered foot and touched her brother to show him that grandpa was going to take a pinch of snuff from the silver snuffbox that had offered its tempting contents to I know not how many soldiers and states- men of colonial days. After two or three good old-fashioned sneezes, and after the cmdk& too, had been snuffed—these with 2 pair of scissors with a sort of little box on one blade, and that looked as if they must have come over in the Mayflower—grandpa cleared his throat with a deliberate “Ahem!” Then the twirling of the thumbs began, and two pairs of round blze eyes were fixed on grandpa’s face. “Do either of you children know what a hardship is?" It was dreadful to have a story begin like a catechism, and the two pairsof young eyes looked at each other wonder- ingly. Grandpa’s eyes smiled benignantly at both, and he did not wait long for an an- swer. “Of course you don’t know,”” he went on, “and I am glad you don’t. - “But the children who lived in New Hampshire in the early days knew some- thing about hardships and it didn’t do them much harm. 3 “One of grandpa’s hardships was build- ing the fires in that old log schoolhouse you have heard so much about. “My folks lived nearer to the school- house than most anybody else—only a mile or so, ’crosslots. “My father was agood, kind man always. But, like most folks in New England long ago, he thought all the work you could get out of a boy was just so much clear gain. “Well, whenever there came an extra snapping cold morning they used to send me over to the schoolhouse ’crosslots before breakfast to build a fire and get things warmed up before the teacher and the bulk of the scholars got there. “One morning—Monday morning it was —it was so cold that the milk was frozen solid in the crocks and the windowpanes were pni)te(l all over by Jack Frost's clever fingers. ‘‘ ‘Charles,’ said my kind-hearted father, ‘Charles, it’s a proper cold morning! The teacher and the scholars will be most froze when they get to the schoolhouse and they ought to find it warm and comfort- able there. You just run over as fast as you can skedaddle and build a fire. Mother will have a nice, warm breakfast ready for you when you get home again !’ “‘There was plenty of green cord-wood piled in the schoolhouse shed, and it made fine hot fires when you got them started with dry wood. “There had been a little pile of dry wood there to kindle with, but this cold Monday momin§ I came pretty near to cryin, when I found that the #ood folks who h: built the fires for Sunday meeting had burned up almost every stick of dry wood there was about the place. ““My hands were numb and aching with the cold already, and I made up m; gmind thatt his was the coldest day, gy n{l odds, thatI had ever seenin my life. Of course couldn’t go home without building that fire though, and I picked up a hatchet and hustied out into the woods. I knew where to find an old dead log under the snow, and I worked tooth and nail till I had some pieces of dry wood to carry away wm& me, o “Everything seemed to take a long time, but I got back to the achoolhousg after awhile, and I raked the ashes till I found coals and started my fire all right. ““Then I tried to go back home. “It was a still, clear morning, and I guess if my father had owned a thermom- eter that morning he would never have sent me out in the snow. ‘‘My feet feit as if they weighed a ton apiece, and my hands ached so that I gave up trying to warm them by poundin; them together. My head began to fee! m‘“’-! bad, and my body felt as 1f 1t were iqg pricked by a thousand needles. “‘Some way I struggled along till I came to the fence of our twenty-acre lot, and I saw our house over yonder, with the smoke coming out of the chimney. Then I couldn’t try any more, and I felt myself falling miles and miles through soft snow- drifts, and felt sleepy and not cold any more, 3 “After a long time—I thought it must be vears, because I felt like an old man—I opened my eyes and saw my mother, and I groaned with pain and misery. When [ was better they told me what had bap- pened, and how mother's sharp eyes saved a grandfather for you children. “*Mother began to worry because Charles was gone too long. The house warmed u comfortably, the breakfast was cooked an: eaten, and still no Charles. “Mother kept walking to the window and peeping out through a little hole tha she had thawed by breathing on the glass and rubbing it with her fingers. At last she saw something that looked as if it fell from the fence beyond the field down into the snowdrifts. She was not sure at first, and so she waited, hoping still that Charles’ stont boots would come clattering over the doorsill. ‘‘Atlast mother told her fears, and father and Tray hurried out to see what could be the matter. “They found a boy lying in the drifted snow with his eyes fast shut—a frozen boy, who would have been as dead as he seemed if help had not come just in time. “Hot blankets and plenty of rubbing brought the boy out all right, of course, or else how could we all be sitting here to- gether, so warm and so happy ?”” A sympathetic tear for the little boy whose hands and feet had ached so with the cold while he built the fire for others to eujog was dropped on grandpa’s cheek when the little girl and the little boy came to him a tender And kiss ood-night. which one of the two children do you sup- pose dropped it there? MARY CALKINS JOHNSON. THOSE WHO WIsH T0 KNOwW —-THE--- GREAT SECRET OF NATURE SHOULD READ ."ELASTICITY A MopE oF MorIoN." ---BY--- » ROBERT STEVENSON, C.E. 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