The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 1, 1895, Page 16

16 It was hot in the laundry. Little Marie, sitting npon Louis’ table—Louis had gone out with the collection-wagon—was flushed with the heat. Her thin hair lay in damp | rings on her baby brow and in the back of | her wee neck as she leaned forward to pick up a chewing peppermint from the table. Louis had given her five when he lifted her, crying, from the floor, and established her upon her present high, narrow perch. With strict impartiality she was eating them all at once. They were ranged, wet and sticky, before her on the ironing-sheet, and one by one each was lifted to her be- daubed little mouth, sucked for an instant and then replaced in the row, to give way to the next in turn. Presently Maman Elise espied her. Ma- man Elise was hurrying to finish a marvel of sheer muslin that she was ironing. Her sharp, double-pointed iron was at exactly the right temperature. The muslin was dampened just enough to iron nicely. She could not leave it. “Jules!” she cried, sharply, “Will you not look to the litile one? IsitI who must attend to everything 2’ Thus adjured Papa Jules turned from he wristbands he was pressing, put his iron to one side, and, dipping the end of the towel in the water-tub on his table, proceeded to wash the little Marie’s hands and a small circle about the red, unformed | baby mouth. Then he spread the towel e her, arranged the sticky, shapeless es thereon, and kissed the clean oasis d made in the besmeared little coun- ce. , meantime, continued to complain Elise had a talent for complaint, just as she had a gift for producing exquis- ite effects with small, double-pointed irons, in sheer muslin. She had arighttobe a good ironer, she could have told you, for she came of an ancestry who excelled in the art, and she had served a severe ap- ship at the trade. lly, she would have told you, she had a right to complain, for her lot was a hard one. Elise was above all things am- bitiou his reason wholly she had married handsome Jules, her fellow-worker Ime. Torchon’s. Jules was a veritable st in collars and wristbands. Elise vell knew that any bungler can learn to make starched linen glisten, mirror-like, after the manner dear to the soul of the | rounder, but it requires an artist to im- t to the white surface that chaste, un- d smoothness that, alone, is tolerable efined wearer of linen.' This Jules do to perfection, and it was his | ess in this direction, combined with “lise’s achievements with sheer muslin, that, more than anything else, had swelled the Torchon coffers. 8o, when Jules asked her hand in mar- riage, 19-year-old Elise glanced forward along the years and saw herself at the head of an establishment. She would no longer | ‘bend over an ironing board, but would sit at the parcel desk, in charge of the books and receipts, as she daily saw Mme. Tor- chon, while Jules, even as did Monsieur, superintended the outside business. It was this radiant dream that prompted her assent to Jules’ proposal. The pair were married and invested their joint sav- ings in a little laundry outfit. Of course they both expected to work at first, but it would not be for long. They assured each other they would soon be directing a large establishment. But five years had passed and they were stillat their ironing tables. The establish- ment; hag not come. Instead there had been sickness and certain small impedi- menta—a tiny Jules, now sleeping, in such a short bed, in the French cemetery; the little Marie, and the rounded contour of Elise’s figure, as she bent over her sheer muslin, spoke eloa ently of her further trial near at hand. Moreover, Jules, in these five years, had shown clearly that he had no head for business. He was an artist in starched linen, but Louis, stupid hulking Louis, the apprentice, with his fat German wit, who could not be trusted to iron a fine table-cloth, and who had given little Marie the candies with which to bedaub his table, was a more useful man for the outside work than Jules ever could be, Louis, now, his apprenticeship over, might become manager of an establish- ment, but Juies never. He could not even make the assistants work. Elise had to superintend everything. . 'i'he knowledge of all this kindled her wrath and lent bitterness to her com- plaints, as she plied both tongue and iron while Jules stood comforting Marie. The baby was inclined to be timid when Elise scolded. Presently the latter finished the piece on which she was at work and went to_put iton display in the window. Jules bent over the baby and kissed her. *If.it were not for you, little Marie,” he murmured, and turned again to his wrist- bands. His iron had grown cold, but big Ber- tine, coming along with another, fresh from the fire, substituted it for his and plodded heavily back to the heater, to make an exchange. Jules took the fresh iron with a nod, plunged it into the-water until it was cooled and tempered suffi- ciently, dampensd his wristbands and once more was at work, It did notoccur to him to thank Bertine. He was accus- tomed to her performing all manner of small services for him, and thought no more of them than he did of her, sianding huge andehulking at the tables before him. She and Louis were the two assistants in the ironing-room. Just now she was iron- ing nnfikms, which came rapidaly from be- neath her expert hands, daintily polished, folded to the last exquisite degree of pre- gsbixon and spread to air on one end of her e. She was fully six feet tall, with broad shoulders and Iudicrously long arms, One shoulder was higher than the other, from years of heavy pressing with hot irons. She had tender feet, which her great weight tried sorely. Her shoes were cut away until only the soles and ankle-pieces remained. Af times even the- pressure of her blue-yarn stockings was unbearable, and her swollen toes were usually ex- hibited, resting on a bit of sole-leather much the shape of a fair-sized platter. Her immense body was crowned with a head so small as almost to justify Jules' cruel re- maik that it resembled nothing so much as an orange on a wharf-pile. Her fore- head was narrow and receding, the dark hair growing nearly to her eyebrows; her eyes were small, and devoid of speculation, and her formless red lips were usnally parted. The skin of her face was reddened and rough, but the front of her calico frock, partly loosened on account of the beat in the laundry, opened to show a snowy column of throat that sloped to meet the white swell of the bust in a curve beautiful as Hogarth's line. & It was the custom among her acquaint- ances to be humorous at Bertine's ex- pense. On one occasion- handsome Jules, in a brilliant burst of wit, had rechristened her Mignon, and from that hour the name clung to her. She never resented it. She would not have dreamed of resentu'n§l any- thing Jules did. She let him chaff her at will, although a dull flush always bespoke her resentment when any one else made her the butt of contemporary wit. She rarely spoke, herself, and was, as Elise fre- quently said, “no companion,” but that did not prevent her being a worker, and Elise was, on the whole, not displeased that she was not more beautiful. As for big Bertine, she had no life out- side the laundry, no thought of existence away from her ironing-table, near the one where Jules pressed his starched linen. She waited ugon him with a dog-like fidel- ity, which he accepted as a matter of course. Was he not, after all, there? A sorry sort of master, in truth, when Elise’s frequent anger was aroused. Ber- tine, polishing her napkins, heard his murmured words to Marie, and her heart beat violently. If she had ever thought at all of her own emotions, or of aught else, she would have believed that what she felt was pity for Jules. master She would not have dreamed that it was_really joy that it was | little Marie and not Elise over whom Jules murmured, “If 1t were not for you.” As the turned around to bring more napkins so her table Bertine saw that Jules had just folded the shirt he was ironing and was stepping from behind his table to place the garment on the curtained shelf where the finished work was kept. She took it, to put it away for him. Leaning across his table Jules reached forward and rubbed a finger along the shelf. He withdrew it covered with dust, and looked at Bertine. His look was one of contemptuous disap- proval. She shrank before it and hastened to rub the shelf with a soft cloth, but all THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1895. THE DEFENSE OF JOLON. A Three-to-One Fight in Southern Monterey. was all over and Bertine’s body had been borne to the morgue. She was finishing up the napkins left on the overturned ironing-table. Jules was holding Marie. *‘Could you not have watched the child better, Jules?’ she continued, shrilly. *‘And where shall we find another Bertine ? The faithful creature! There isnotanother such ironer to be had any day, and that is a fact.” AperiNe KNarp, THEY WANT BIE DAMAGES Mr. and Mrs. Thresher’s Suit Against the Southern Pacific. Los Angeles People Claim to Have Been Insulted and Thrown From the Traln. Attorneys Delmas & Shortridge, repre- senting George P. Thresher and wife of Los Angeles, filed two cases against the Southern Pacific Company yesterday after- noon, which contain . allegations of rather a surprising nature. Both are suits for damages for personal injuries and insults claimed to_have been received at the hands of responsible em- ployes of the company, and the amount claimed in each suit is $50,000. The allega- tions made in the complaints are, in sub- stance, as follows: July 15 last Mr. and Mrs. Thresher, who reside at Los Angeles, purchased two un- limited first-class tickets to and from Den- ver. It was in the nature of a pleasure trip. They went to Denver over the Santa LFe route, and on their return came by way of Ogden and Salt Lake. Between Ogden and Reno they first made the acquaint- ance of one M. B. Murray, who travels as a spotter for the Southern Pacific Com- pany. He is supposed to be an expert on the question of scalpers’ tickets, but with what justice Mr. Murray holds the title of expert will probably be determined by the evidlence of this case when it comes to trial. Between the points named Mr. Murray was called upon by the_train conductor to examine the return half of the tickets pre- sented by Mr. and Mrs. Thresher. He pronounced them genuine. At Reno Mr. and Mrs. Thresher left the train and made a detour of the country by stage coach in order to visit Lake Tahoe. After a few days at the lake they took the ‘tmin again at Truckee, thus voluntarily relinquishing thirty-five miles of travel by rail that they had a right to demand of the company. Spotter Murray happened to be on this train, and shertly after leaving Truckee | the_conductor submitted to him the re- | mainder of the tickets presented by Mr. | and Mrs. Thresher. | Mr, Murray at once pronounced them | the while the blood surged through her great hulking frame at the memory of his eyes meeting hers. “‘Ouf! But it is hot, here!” Elise said, throwing open the street door and ad- mitting a rush of cool air. It blew across little Marie’s heated head and momentar- ily diverted the wail of discomfort she was contemplating. The chewing peppermints l“'ere gone, and she was feverish and rest- ess. “Down! Down!” she cried, imgemtively, and Jules, kissing her, lifted her to the floor. Outside on the pavement one of the fire companies was training new horses, There was a team of three before the ladder wagon, and a fourth was hitched to the hosecart. The great creatures were being taught to run with the heavy wagons, to turn w?thout slackening their ponderous gallop, and to stop instantly at a word. It is fascinating to watch these drills. The magnificent horses seem to enter into_the spirit of the performance, and to realizethat they are the admiration of all beholders. Eyen Elise paused to glance at them each time they flashed by the windows, and to com- ment, ‘“Ah, bat there is power!’ But presently, looking up for another view, as she heard them approaching, she gave a piercing seream. **Jules! Jules!'’ she shrieked. ‘‘Marie!” But Jules was standing paralyzed with horror. It was Bertine who sprang for- ward, overturning her ironing-table as she did so, and rushed into the street. Little Marie, who had managed to get the screen door open, was running as fast' as her small legs could carry her to meet the great Percherons, thundering down the street. Every one was screaming at the child. A policeman was rushing to the rescue and the whole street was in confusion. But above the din and excitement, the shrieks of women from upper windows, the des- perate “‘whoas!” of the white-faced drivers and the clanging of the hosecart bell, Ber- tine heard a low, pained murmur, “If it were not for you, Marie.” The memory lent wings to her clumsy, sore feet. It was marvelous how the big woman ran. She fairly leaped across the pavement, and seizing Marie's brief skirts, snatched her from before the very feet of the plunging ladder-horses. The danger would have been over but for the ap- proaching hosecart. The great animal pulling it was in a frenzy of fright at the noise and excitement. His sluggish blood was up, over the unwonted speed at which he had been trayeling. He refused to pull up at the word, and came rushing along just as Bertine, holding Marie, turned ack. She saw him coming—saw retreat cut off on every side. Her great, clumsy body could never escape between- those two heavy vehicles, so close together. Her lame, smarting fect could not carry her and Marie out of that inevitable viveazh. Again, above the din, she heard that mur- mur, “If it were not for you, Marie,” and with one thrust of her long arms she tossed the baby squarely into the face of the fireman on the hook-and-ladder wagon. His free arm caught the chiid just as the great forehoofs of ‘the hosecart horse struck Bertine and dragged her paveward. The agonized driver ,uugcoened in pulling the brute to lis haunches, but not before an enormous Wheel slid over the prostrate body. . ¢ Tga whole dccurrence was of a single instant. -They lifted Bertine tenderly from the pavement. The small, unspeculative eyes opened once to take in the vision of ules stiatching little Marie from the fire- man’s arms ant ssing the baby eagerly to his heart. Then they closed forever, and the poor uncouth was at rest. “But it is I who must attend to every- thing,” Elise said, when the excitement scalpers’ tickets and demanded that the travelersshould sign their names again so that he could compare the signatures with those on the tickets. Although Mr. | Thresher felt rather indignant At being | thus publicly insulted the signatures were | written. | Mr. Murray, aftera due comparison, pro- nounced them not in the same handwriting | as the names signed to the ticket. The | conductor thereupon declared that unless Mr. Thresher could atoance identify him- selyf both he and his wife must leave the tramn at the next station or pay the full fare. Being ona pleasure trip Mr. Thresh- er was unprepared to make the identifica- tion, and having already been insulted by the conductor and the spotter he was in no mood to pay his fare over again. He had a numbered check on his keyring, and he told the conductor that by tele- graphing to the check company in Boston the Southern Pacific Company could sat- isfy itself that George P. Thresher was the owner of that check. The conductor curtly remarked that he was not in the telegraph business and that Mr. Thresher should either pay his fare at once or leave the train. Mr. Thresher declined to do either. The next station was Colfax, in Placer County. Mr. Thresher, still refusing to leave the train, the conductor called in the train erew of four men and proceeded to forcibly eject the passenger. They caught hold of him and tore loose his grasp on the iron framework of the seat, pushed, shoved and carried him to the platform and threw him out on the gravel. Then they went back to the car, and without asking Mrs, Thresher to pay her fare forcibly ejected her from the train. Mr. Thresher was badly injured, both during the struggle in the carand by his fall from the platform to the ground. His arms and legs were bruised and “the skin torn off them, and aside from this he sus- tained a serious internal rupture. Bystanders at Colfax carried Mr. Thresher to the hotel. A physician was summoned, A few days later, when the Southern Pacific’s surgeon paid Mr. Thresher a visit at the hotel he found the patient suffering from what is called in- uial heria. This was not only very pain- ul, but necessitated a long course of treat- ment. It was some time before Mr. Thresher could be removed to his home in Los Angeles. In the meantime the train had gone off with their baggage. It had been checked to Roseville, where Mr. and Mrs. Thresher had expected to again leave the train fora little trip through the country. Now they were left at the country hotel without even a change of clothing. ~Their predicament, if it is all that it is said to be in this com- plaint, was truly a most pitiable one. Both husband and wife think that the $50,000 damages that each demand for the insulting and outrageous treatment re- ceived at the hands of these employes of the Southern Pacific Company small enough pay for the indignities and suffer- ing caused them. The first suit is brought by George P. Thresher, and the second by George P. Thresher and wife, and the promise is made that they will be pushed vigorously, All the Government Offices Will Close. All the Government offices will be closed to- morrow. Collector Wise received instructions to that effect yesterday, and the Custom-house will be. closed em%‘t for the entrance and clearance of vessels. The Circuit Court will be formally opened and closed, as Judge McKenna ndfourned court until Monday at 11 o’clock. All of the other departments, including the Bub-Treasury, will be cloged.. {o hedioneny 1o The largest Bible in the world is a San- uscript Hebrew Bible in the Vatican, .weig ing 320 pounds. . BY DANIHEL O'CONNHLL. James Seaton, a young Englishman, who had tried the experiment of making attar of roses in Banta Barbara County and failed, found himself, one day in August, benighted in a deep gorge of Santa Lucia Mountains, He had been invited by an old-time friend of his to pass a few weeks with him on his place on the San Miguelito ranch, a large tract of land well known in the southern part of Monterey County. He had hired a horse at Kings City and had started early in the morning on his journey. But the animal was not of that tough race of mustangs which can travel all day without fatigue and which rarely ever break down; so that the first shad- ows of night found Seaton in a wild and partially settled country, without any din- ner or prospect of getting one, without blankets, with a sluggish, exhausted horse, and feeling decidedly uncomfortable about the results of this adventure. He had concluded to dismount. and camp all night by a small brook that crossed the road. He bad a hunting knife and pistol strapped around his waist, and he thought that with the aid of a good fire and his saddle-cloth he could pass the night, if not in comfort at least in rest and security. It was then almost completely dark, so he hurried to find a convenient spot to ride from the highway into the lit- tle canyon. As he parted the underbrush he perceived, to his astonishment, a roll of blankets carefully hidden under some manzanita bushes. Congratulating him- self upon his luck, he seized the blankets, walked up the creek a little bit, and select- ing a convenient camping place picketed his horse out with a_riata, without which no horseman’s outfit in the southern country is considered complete. He was about cutting some brambles to start a fire when the clatter of horses’ hoofs on the road made him pause. Knowing, too, this part of the country was infested by & fot of worthless halfbreeds and native Califor- nians who lived by horse-stealing and rob- bery of every description, he determined to be cantious. It was too dark to see the number or the personale of the strangers, but when they balted just where he had made his enfry into the canyon, Seaton quietly but rapidly crept away from the immediate neighborhood of the stream. “Adonde estan las fresades?” (Where are the blankets?) 9 . “By the holy smoke,” said Seaton to himself, “I have taken tkose fellows’ blankets and I don’tlike to hear the Span- ish tongue at this hz?ur of night and in this art of the country.” P One of the parlgr lit a_match and by its brief light Seaton could distinguish that they were three in number. Had they been Americans he would have welcomed their advent as companions of the night who would most probably have provisions and something to drink with them. But there was no mistaking the patois: he knew them for halfbreeds and as such the chances were ten to one that they were desperadoes of the worst type. It wasstand offall three with his pistol, and as men of that stripe were handier with their weap- ons than he was, he considered the advisa- bility of beating an immediate retreat. How to escape from the tangle without being seen was a diflicult problem. If the were bent . upon camping by the creek all his doubts on this matter were quickly re- moved, for the men came crashing through the brush, but, fortunately for him, on the opposite bank. : % nafew minutes they had a ‘blazing campfire started, but were so intent upon gathering the wood that the whinny of Seaton’s horse was not distinguished by them. He was picketed just outside the radius of the blaze and was so_tired out that he lay down immediately in the long rass without giving himself any lurther concern regarding the new equines. _When the odors of an asada, or broiling 1ibs of beef, saluted Seaton’s nose he was almost inclined to take chances and intro- duce himself to his companions on the other side of the brook. Indeed, he had gone so far as to approach a few paces, when their appearance, now thorougglly shown up biltne blazing logs, made him hesitate. e saw that all three were armed with pistol and knife, and also made up his mind from the villainous ex- Preuion of their faces, belonging to the lower type of native Californians, that they were desperadoes. A few minutes afterward their conversation most unmis- takably convinced him of that fact. “‘How far did you say it was to Jolon?"” asked one. ‘‘Oh, about ten miles,” rejoined the older member of the crowd, a lithe, well- knit_feliow, wenrln.} one of the genuine Mexican hats,with a leather band around it. ‘‘Are you sure there’ll be nobody in the store but the senora?” resumed the first person. “That’s what Thomasita here. told me.” “And what do you think the job is worth ?”? “Well, I know thatshe has In her safe two thousand dollars which that Gringo on the 8an Miguelito sloc for the sale of his sheep, and which he left in her charge.” “By heavens,” thought Seaton, *I see it all now. These bandits are going to hold up the store at Jolon, and that twe thou- nnddd’ollaru they speak of belongs to my iriend.” “I suppose we had better get away at dawn,” said the young man. ‘““We have got to be on the spot at dawn,” was the reply, ‘“and now buenos noches, senores,” and the speaker, pillow- ing his shaggy head upon his saddle, lit a cigarette and with his feet near the fire was soon fast asleep. “Carambo, but I'd like to find that fel- low who stole my blankets,” said another of the band. as he passed off into_the land of dreams, which certainly ¢ould be neither peaceful nor innocent. ‘‘Now,” thought Seaton, “is my time to get away, but that horse of mine will never currf me to Jolon on this dark night, so I shall be compelled to commit the capital crime of California and steal one ef my friends’ mustangs.” ‘With all the stealthinessand caution of an Indian Seaton regained the road ana then stole down the opposite bank of the creek occupied by the enemy. Evenat that moment of intense peril and excitement, he smiled to think how astonished the bandits would be by the change of horses. As they lA{ around the fire the temptation to shoot all three to death, which he could easily have done, grew strong upon him. He nervously grasped his pistol, but then repelled the fierce thirst for blood; still resolving to despoil the enemy, he seized the ribs of beef left over from their feast and a quart bottle of mescal which la; near the saddle of the chief of the crowd. Analyzing his own feelings that moment, Seaton was surprised to find that all sense of danger had left him and that he really and thoroughly enjoyed the situation. Mis contempt for the trio of desperadoes rew upon him, and if he had not been in- fiuenced by the necessity of hurrying off and defending the station” against their at- tack he was convinced that he could have wiped them out like so many vermin, Yet with much less caution than he had heretofore shown he put his own saddle upon a_ small, active-looking buckskin, gathered up the riata, and giving the ani- mal its head left the camp, It took the use of a pair of keen Mexi- can spurs, which Seaton wore on his long riding-boots, to force the horse from what he possibly deemed its well-earned rest and food. By this time the crescent face of a new moon lent a feeble light to the landscape, but still utmn,f enough for Seaton to pick out his way. The keeping on the tortuous and densely shaded road, for through all this country the white and evergreen oaks row in abundance, Seaton left to his orse. One hour and a hali after his departure from the camp of the hostiles, he drew up at the little village of Joion. By this time the moon was high in the heavens, and the long, rambling street was as silent as the grave. Away to the westward lay the broad lands of the San Miguelito, waterad by the San Antonio and Naciemiento. Then came the swell of the Santa Lucia Mountains, and to the north and east- ward & wooded plain once the roaming place of countless herds of cattle. But those considerations bad not much 1nterest to the mind of James Seaton, as he drew up his panting and exhausted horse before the piazza of the store of Jolon—a store which possessed possibly the only safe within aradiusof twenty miles, and which was in one sense tne depository of the loose cash of the neighboring farmers and sheep-growers, as well as the dis- tributing point of flour, frijoles and bacon, Beaton leaped hurriedly from his horse and knocked at the door. He not only knocked, but actually stormad the panels with a clamorous succession of blows. “Quien es?” (Who's there?) came from the inside in that soft Spanish intonation peeuliar to the Casttlian race. “It is I,” replied Seaton, in the same language; ‘‘let me in, senora, quick. Your casa is threatened.” “Who are you, senor, and what do you want at "this hour of night? [am alone here and I cannot let you in.” “I am the friend of Charles Wharton. You've got $2000 of his money in your safe. There is a plot to rob_you to-day, which I have overheard, and I have come here to help defend you.” E “But how do I know that you are not the robber yourself, senor?” was the reply from'the inside. - “Madre de Dios,” shouted Seaton, “I hear their horses coming up now. For heaven’s sake, senora, just open thedoor a little bit, I will stand_ away from you, so ou can look 4t me and see I'm not a rob- er. _There was something so impressive and corvincing 'in the appeal and tone of the young Englishman that the Spanish woman opened the door. When she saw him she said : ‘‘Enter, senor; I do not think there is any harm in you.” There was a dim_coal-oil lJamp burning on the counter of the posada. Assoon as Seaton got inside he rapidly closed the door an ut up the heavy wooden bars with which it was secured. His energy and excitement seemed somewhat to alarm the old Spanish lady, but that did not eoncern him, as bis friend’s money was in deadly peril. He was not a mo- ment too soon, either, for hardly had he barred the door when the cavalcade of brigandsdrew up and he could hear their whispered conference. He crept to the right-hand window of the posada, having turned down the lamp so low and placed it on the floor that it could be no guide to the attacking party. Then came a mild tap at the door and the voice of the leader demanding pleas- antly if the senora could give him a drink of mescal, or if she dida not want to open the place if she would pass it out the window. There beinf no repIJ the knock was re- eated still [ouder and a more peremptory emand for admission made. The silence that followed this second request led to a conference among the bandits, and Seaton, the solitary defender of the garrison, had no doubt if they were refused admission they would endeavor to carry the house by storm. “That would never do,” he reflected, as, alone and unaided, he could not resist a combined attack. Still, to pick them off one by one seemed so like assassination that he hesitated. But his hesitation was short-lived, for again the leader of the gang clamored at the door and said : “Here, old woman, you let us in or, por Dios! we will shoot the timbers out.” The wrath of battle filled Seaton’s veins at this. He threw ug the window which the assaulting party had never attemptea and fired along the piazza into the up. A yell of pain told that the shot had been successful. Again he fired and this time the explosion of some of the enemy’s artil- lery and a sharp twinge. in his side con- vinced him that he had been hit in turn. For a few seconds the fusillade continued and Seaton felt himself wing so weak | that he must have surrendered had not an unexg:cteu ally come to his help. And this was no other than the young and semi-idiotic son of the owner of the beleaguered castle. He slept in a small hole in the attic and as soon as he was dis- turbed by the shots, strangely enough he comprehended the situation. An enthusiastic prospector who had oc- cupied this room before had filled it with specimens of quartz from the neighboring mountain. ese the simple lad had rasped, and with no insignificant force gurled on the foe beneath. This attack from above was so unexpected and effective that the two unwounded bandits, with ells of dismay, rushed to their horses and 5ashed for the mountains. By this time the neighbors were alarmed, and as Seaton begged the old woman whose home he had so gallantly defended, for some linen to bind his wounded side, they flocked in, foremost among them ‘Wharton, who was making an early morn- ing visit to the town, for it was now broad daylight. Seaton’s wound was a slight one, the bullet having just touched the rib as it glanced off, and the party of citizens who had followed the marauders to the mount- ains had a traged{ that night. There were two desperadoes less in Monterey County, dismissed by the rope. Jim Seaton’s bullet had sent the leader of the gang ahead of his companions. DaN1EL O'CONNELL. PRIZE TEACHERS, The Board of Education Selects Six From the Normal School, The Board of Education met yesterday morning to elear up the odds and ends of a miscellaneous lot of business. Present— Directors Ambrose, Barrett, Carew, Haw- ley, Henderson, McElroy, and Director Murdock in the chair. A communication was read from acting Commissioner Loverick Pierce of the At~ lanta Exposition stating that the entire circular wing had been set apart for the San Francisco educational department. Assorted folding-chairs to the number of 1072 were ordered of C. F. Weber with which to furnish the auditorium of the Girls’ High School. Superintendent of Schools Moulder re- ported that the Board of Examiners after careful work had awarded prize positions among the graduates of the last Normal class as follows: Miss Annie Hirtsell, Miss Ella A, Small, Miss Josephine E. Clai- borne, Miss Maud R. Kennedy, Miss Julia C. Coffey and Miss Cora Herrick. These young ladies will be appointed substitutes in classes as rapidly as vacancies occur. As there were not enough members present the matter of ousting Mrs. Clare as janitress of the Laguna Honda Primary School did not come up for another vote. Director Henderson, who made such a de- termined effort at the last meeting of the board to oust Mrs. Clare from her position, is still actively engaged in gathering allies for another contest. At that time the vote stood: For Mrs. Clare—Directors Ambrose, Barrett, Clinton, Carew and Comte. Against—Henderson, Hawley, McElroy, Murdock and Stone. It requires a ma- jority vote to capture the position. Di- rector Henderson has offered the name of Mrs. William Theabold for the place. Mayor Sutro and the Park Commission- ers are said to side with Mrs. Clare. ——— Fractured His Leg. James Gillis, 729} Natoma street, who is employed in a stable in the rear of 1311 Bteiner street, adopted a novel plan yesterday of hoisting a bale of hay. He stood on top of the bale and pulled on the rope. When about ten feet from the ground the-rope slipped through his hands and he and the bale dropped to the ground. He sustained a frac- ture of the left leg, which was attended to at the Recelving Hospital. One-seventh of the members of the resent Reichstag and one-fifth of the nators and D?\]fiel in the French Parliament fought in the war of 1870-71, TREATMENT AND MEDIGINE Absolutely Free. Why Can Dr. Shores Do This? Does He Really Give Medicine and Treatment Free? The Dr. A. J. Shores Co. Is Ineorpor- ated Under the State Laws of Cali- fornia for $50,000, the Treat- Is the Most Successful in the World and It Is Given Away POSITIVELY FREE OF CHARGE, How can Dr. Shores afford to give treat- ment and medicine free is a question that hasbeen asked and answered many times in Dr. Shores’ parlors last week. We will tell you: The treatment is the best and the com- pany has $50,000 cash to introduce it. They have proven what it will do, and now thev give the entire public of San Francisco a chance to test it free. If the treatment was not & success Dr. Shores would not be willing to give ita public test. So all you have to do isto call at Dr. Shores’ parlors on or before September 7 and you will receive ezamination, consulta- tion, treatment and all medicines free for 10 days: Surely this is a fair proposition. Don’t delay, come at once. Remember this: Don’t get Dr. Shores’ offer mixed up with any other in the city. Dr. Shores does not advertise free treatment and then charge you for medicine. He does not give you medicine that will eat away the delicate linings of the nose, throat and stomach. Dr. Shores’ treatment is mild, pleasant and effective. In Dr. Bhores’ offices you will find regular graduated physicians, men of experience and learning. It is not safe to experiment with doctors in name only. The physicians of the Dr. A. J. Shores Company are men of National reputation. DR. A.J. SHORES CO. EXPERT SPECIALISTS In the cure of Catarrh, Asthma, Bronchitis, Rheumatism, Dyspepsia, Nervousness, Female Complaints, and all forms of deep-seated and obstinate chronic troubles. Entrance to Dr. Shores’ parlors, rooms 18 and 19, Nucleus building (opposite Chronicle building)—Take elevator on ket-street side. You can be cured at home as well as in the office. Patients out of town write for full information, IT WAS TRUE. Dr. A. J. Shores Did Givo His Treat- ment and Medicines Absolutely Freo Last Weck. The Greatest Scenes in the History of the Nucleus Building—Five Hundred Peo- ple Thronged Dr. Shores’ Par- lors for Treatment, THE FRER OFFER EXTENDED THIS WEEK Nothing Like It Has Ever Been Seen in the History of San Francisco—The Crowds That Took Advantage of Dr. A« J; Shores” Grand Free- Treatment Offer. Last Sunday in the “Examiner” and CAvrL Dr. 8hores announced that he would give two weeks’ FREE treatment and medicines to all patients who applied be- fore September L During the week so many applied that it was simply impos- sible to accommodate. all. Letters .and telegrams were received by Dr. Shores from people asking to place their name on the books, for they could not come durin, the present week. . DR. SHORES FAIR. In justice to all, Dr. Shores has decided to renew his free-treatment offer the com- ing week. To all patients who were nnable to see the doctor last week and to the entire public, who may want to test Dr. A.J. Shores’ treatment, Dr. Shores will give them ten ‘days’ TREATMENT AND MEDICINES ABSOLUTELY FREE, pro- viding you apply on or before September 7. Don’t bring any money; it will not be accepted ; it is all free. It proves Dr. Shores’ confidence in his treatment, and the sick people of Ban Francisco and vicinity are respectfully in- vited to come and personally tesf this wonderful treatment free of charge, BEGIN AT ONCE. Dr. Shores requests that patients do not delay. Come to Dr. Shores’ parlors at oncq and take advantage of his liberal free-treatment offer. Remember this most generous offer was renewed for your sake that you might have an oppor- tunity of testing this successful system without cost. - - DR. A. J. SHORES CO. EXPERT SPECIALISTS - In the cure of Catarrh and all forms | YO3r 45t¥ to ex of Chronic Diseases. A.J. SHORES, M.D., Pres. and Medical Director. A, J. HOWE, M.D. R. B. NEW, M.D. Entrance to DR, SHORES' parlors, rooms 18 and 19, second floor, Nucleus building, opp. Chronicle building; take elevator on Market- street side. OFFICE HOURS—9 to 12 A.M.,2 o5 P, X, 7 to 8revenings, Sundays 10 to 12. Patients living out of the city write for par- ticulars of DR. SHORES' treatment. Mr. Charles Collins, the Cattle King of Southern California, Indorses Dr. Shores’ Treatment. “Yes,” said Mr. Collins, who resides on Mission road, Los Angeles, “I was really being eaten up by catarrh. It had com- pletely destroyed my sense of smell and taste and the bone in‘my nose was eaten away. What was left was removed, and I now carry it in my pocketbook. I had roaring nofses in the ears, my eyes so weak, and I had to give up reading en- tirely. I was deaf in both ears, The mucous was constantly dropping into the throat, especially at night, when it would awake me in a choking condition, “I had tried at least a dozen doctors, and the only thing they did was to take my money and aggravate my trouble. ‘When Icame to Dr. Shores I offered him $1000 to cure me, and he has done, as he said he would do, and I can recommend his treatment to all sufferers.” t - THE OPPORTUNITY Of a lifetime is now. If you are sick and have been treated before without any beme- fity don’t pay out any more money. STOP NOW And take advantage of Dr. A. J. Shores’ notable free-treatment offer. Don’t buy a catina bag; make them let you see the quality of the goods you intend to ‘pur- chase; that's what Dr. Shores does; he is willing for you to testit. Dr. Shores will give you ten days’ treatment and medi- cines entirely free. 'All you have to.do is to apply on or before September 7. What is Iu,mré hhlx? & ., Dr. Shores is not afraid to have you t: it.. N\,aw is your chance—apply at oynce. i n't.allow yourself to be worked. Ifa doctor deceives you- he is not worthy of our patronage. To deceive a sick person jone -of the greatest of crimes, and it is it to your friends. . Shores’ aim in life is: to help you. He will be honest with yon and it will save ion -perhaps years of suffering to call on im at once. DR. A. J. SHORES CO., EXPERT ' SPECIALISTS In the cure of Catarrh and all forms of Chronic Di Entrance to parlors, rooms 18 and 19, Neucles Building, opposite Chron- icle Building. Dr. A. J. Shores Co., | P Expert Specialists. TEN DAYS FREE. To all patients who apply at Dr. A. J, Shores’ parlors in person on or beforo Sept. 7, will receive ten days’ treat. ment, medicines, examination, consultation and advice ab- solately free of cost. This is Dr. Shores’ Notice to the Sick of San Francisco and Vieinity, * Honest Treatment with Honest Physicians, ‘*Oh; - doctor, I am so glad 'you made your free-treatment announcement last week,” said a lady who called on Dr. Shores yesterday, “for after treating con- stantly for two years, your treatment is the only one that has ever helped me, Why, after my first treatment I had no more headaches. My head and nose are now clear. No more bawking and spit- ting. Ieatwell and feel as though I was real young again.” This is only one of the many expressions of gratitude heard in Dr. Shores’ parlors last week. The lady’s name and address will be published next week, so that the public may have an opportunity of further investigation. HE WAS CURED. What Mr. Craig of Los Angeles says of Dr. A. J. Shores’ new treatment: § “'Of all the sufferers who lived to tell his story I was the worst. For eighteen years 1 was the victim of a chronic case of Catarrh, affecting my HEAD, NOSE, THROAT AND STOMACH. I suffered headache that almost set me crazy. My stomach was a source of constant annoy- ;:n;p, cramping pain after eating, a bloated eling. "Ingconclusion I can say Dr. Shores’ new specialty treatment has made me feel better in eyery way."” Mr. Craig resides at 817 Montreal street. His place o; business is at 1067 North Ala~ meda street. Write him. He will tell you more. DR. A. J. SHORES CO. (INCORPORATED), EXPERT SPECIALISTS In the Cure of Catarrh and All Forms of Chronic Diseases. A. J. SHORES, M.D,, President and Medical Director. A.J. HOWE, M.D, R. B. NEW, M.D. Parlors—Second floor, Nucleus building, corner Third and Market streets, opposi Chronicle building. Office hours—9 to 12 A. M., 2 to 5and 7 to 8r. M.; Bundays, 10to 12 A. m. Take elevator. Srectan Norice—Patients living ont of the city and who are unable to cnf] at the San Francisco office will be given advice and all particulars of Dr. Shores’ treatment free by mail by addressing Dr. A. J. Shores Co., San Francisco. Write at once, de- scribing your case. CALIFORNIA OFFICES. | San Francisco—Nucleus Building, cor- llelr ’l‘hl‘l’d lllld Mln‘rkdl‘t ih'“h. 08 Angeles — ck Bl First and Broadway- 3k | Corma T .Olto—fl!fi}‘ K street, opposite 0. Diego — M« = Whaley - Blook, go orse ley -~ Dalton