The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 21, 1897, Page 6

T HE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 21, (¢ 1897, ~ JOHN D. SPR‘ECKELS, Proprictor. Address All Communications to W. S. LEAKE;. Manager. Market and Third strects, San Francisco Telephone Main 1868, <ieee. 517 Clay street PUBLICATION OFFICE EDITORIAL ROOMS Telephone Main 1 (DAILY AND SUNDAY) is served by s for 15 cents a week. 0 CALL ty and surrounding tow r; ver month 65 cen THE SAN FRANC it THE WEEKLY CALL. ...One year, by mail, $1.50 OAKLAND OFFICE ...908 Broadwey Eastern Representative, DAVID ALLEN. NEW YORK OFFICE .Room 188, World Building OFFICE.. St CARLTON, Correspondent. WASHINGTON (D. C. ..Riggs House C. C. BRANCH OFFICI clock. Montgomery street, corner Clay; open until i 9:30 o'clock. 613 corner Sixteeath and il 9 o'clock. 2518 Mission street; open et; open until 9 o'clock. 1505 NW. corner Twenty-second k. AN ERRING CONTEMPORARY. ALL does not seck unduly to regulate the conduct of It recognizes their privilege to do the with an eye to certain com_ relative to the sanctity of truth and theinviola- they ougit not 1o 1temporaries. ey can so long as it is In other words, The operty ¢ not sieal first weakness is an annoy- before its readers the most CaLL secured the foreign serv- In the vsieric fit the F Chronicle benefiting by the circumstance, and long elf, witn justice, upon the excellence of its cable news. Eza aid tbat it had ked the Herald service and that the Chronicle was following its example. These ys when it was a newspaper aminer had this service, but r recently statements were unirue, but what matter? From Cuba to K'ondike, from Cisneros to circulation, the Ezaw revels in falsehood, and o counsel it to reform would be as idle #s i0 reason with a deceased fish upon the wickea- ness of poliuting the air. But ther2 may be hope of inducing the Chronicle to lead a more upright life. It is still printing Herald cables, still put- ting large heads over the servicy it had ‘‘kicked out.” And it does this, knowing that the news belongs out hers exclusively to THE CaLL. What the Chronicle can no longer get by ionest means it is endeavoring to get by dishonest. There is an old familiar theory, reprehens:ble bat well sustained, thatall is fair in love and war. 3 ween contemporaries, howevar, there is no stats of arden Hence neithe , The Chronicle is simbply stealing news, perhaps inadvertently, for habit at last may operate unconsciously. Now affection, yet surely the-e should not be war. excuse prevai that the attention of its editor i1s pleasantly directed to his error he w 1 undoubtedly correct it immediately, trusting to caan- egitimately his for cable news, and at the same time plac- z upon larceny the stamp of disapproval. HE CALL does not complain beca use of any statement that icle has abandoned tue use of Hera’d news. Inteed, it at statement made true, and right away. A LESSON FROM THE VALLEY R OAD. AN FRANCISCO merchants in their efforts to win and to hold the growing trade of Alaska can find encouragement from a study of the results accomplished in the San Joa- quin by the construction of the Valley road. Bv that great enterprise San Frarcisco has gained for her mercbants the markets of the 8an Joaquin as far south as the road extends, and it is an inevitable deduction that 1f her people display an equal energy in providing competitive transportation facilities to the north San Francisco will bave snd hold the Alaskan trade against all comers. The extent to which the construction of the Valley road has benefited San Francisco and the San Joaquin directly, and the whole State indirecily, has been recently set forth with great clearness and precision in an elaborate review of the subj ct by the Los Angeles Times. Inthe course of the review itis said: Uptoafewmonths ago the manufacturers and jobbers of Los Angeles had a profitable fieid of cperation in the San Joaquin Valley, and this city was generally considered the base of supplies for that section. Since the construction of the Valley Railroad, however, the Southern Pacific Company has been obliged to meet the reduction in freight rates from San Francisco into the valley inaugurated by the new competitor. For the first time in the history of San Francisco the merchants felt the advantages of railroad competition south, and they were not slow to take advantage of “that competition to extend their trade into & territory they had claimed always belonged to them, but from which they were excluded by the freight rates oi the Southern Pecific. As specific illustrations of the changes wrought in the channels of trade by the opening of the competing road the Times pointed out that Visalia, which is about an equal cistance between Los Angeles and San Francisco, is now in the hands of the San Francisco merchants, because the treight rates are 50 per cent in faver of San Francisco. The difference in distance between Hanford and the two citles is about ® per cent in favor of San Francisco, while the difference in ireight rates is about 60 per cent in favor of San Franclsco. Whatis true of these points is of course equally true of every other town and city in San Joaquin Valley. The Valley roud has won back for San Francisco the trade that the unfair rates of the Southern Pacific took away from her, and has given to the San Joaquin the benefit of competitive rates not only in freights and fares, butin the purchase of goods for the local market. Temporarily Los Angeles may suffer from tha lower rates to the San Joaquin now afforded to San Fraucisco merchants by the Valley road, but it would be a very superficial view of the case to assume that the loss will be permanent or serious'y injurious. The clear-sighted men of Los Angeles do not need any ona to tell them that the benefit to San Francisco has resulted solely from the construction of a competing line. They will demand from the Southern Pacific lower rates than have besn given in the past, and if the demand ie not conceded Los Angeles sa- gacity can be counted on to find aremedy that Los Angeles energy will be capable of applying promptiy and effectively. We <ee in this cese what can be accomplished by well- directed energy. The Valley road by benefiting San Francisco and the San Joaquin will compel the Southern Pacific to give lower rates to SBouthern California as well as to the counties through which the competing line runs. The good effects of | the road will be widespread and permanent, Moreover, they will increase with the vears until every section of the State and almost every industry will be improved by them. Here, then, is the lesson to be learned by the Valiey road. Trade comes neither by the gilt of God nor by naturs, but by enterprise and by energy. We have won bzck the trade of the great interior valley of the State by the exercise of these virtuas, ana we can win and keep the trade of the ocean by the same means. It is stated that President McKiniey has warned De Lome again. Doubtless this was necessary, but De Lome has been, warned so many times that he must be geiting used to the process, And really the attempts to induce him to leaa & bet- ter life do not seem to have been entirely successtul. By enlarsing its system of employing everybcdy who de- siresa position as teacher the Board of Education will soon en- ap.e each pupil to have a teacherof his own. Such a result hardly within the contemplation of the fo inders of the schoo) system, but the board must be aiming at something, No wonderspeople do not want Durrant tried for a second murder. They have been to the expense of finding him guilty ~f one and much good it has done therp. WANTED—A STATESMAN. HE Republican party of California is now experiencing some of the emparrassments which beset Diogenes when he began his long and trying search for an honest man. 1t will be remembered that Diogenes flourished at a time when gas and electricity were unknown. He was compelled to prosecute his investigations with a lantern, which, in all prob- ability, was a weak and ramshackle affair compared even with the hand lamps of the present age. There is no occasion for wonder, therefore, that Diogenes never discovered his honest man. Amid the darkness and superstition of the period in which he undertook his herculean task—for we do: not un- | derstand that he is still out with his lantern—the only wonder is that he did not abandon his search long before the news- paper reporters had interviewed him and acquainted the world with the nature of his extraordinary effort. . The Republican party ot California, however, whilé 't some extent embarrassed, is not forced to prosscute its search for a Governor with a blinking lantern. It may avail itself not only of sunshine, which rarely fails, but of the blaz- ing electric light of publicity, which has exposed to it in the past the innermost consciences of all its favorite sons. The chief difficulty it is likely to encounter in its quest will be the selection of a man from its ranks who can win. It will have no trouble in finding a good-looking and respectable candidate for the executive office. The woods are full of them. Every county has one. They grow on the trees everywhere. They are, in fact, one of the products of our glorious climate. But to discover a man who can win—that is the problem. In 1804 the Republicans assumed that they were about to face a ““yellow dog ” year. In other words, they laid the flattering unction to their souls that any man nominated by their State convention could be elected. They neglected to note the important fact that the people no longer accept the decrees of political conventions as final; that an Australian ballot, which secures independent acticn for the voters, has come into vogue, and that, consequently, the politicians are now compelled to nominate for office men whom the people want, or trouble ensues. Failing to note these things they lost the governorship. They had a good enough candidate, but he could not get a sufficient number of votes to win the office. All this leads to the conclusion at which we are slowly arriving. In their search for a candidate for Governor the Re- publicans of California mustdiscover not only an honest man, a popular man, a handsome man, a man of brains and a straight-out Republican man, but a man whom the people re- spect, acmire and desire-to honor. We are willing to admit that such a candidate is hard to find. Level-headed men— men who are capable of organizing and leading great political parties—men who can write public papers worth reading, or which are calculated to attract the attention of grown-up people—men who can make speeches that rise above the clap- trap and blather of political buncombe, do not grow on every bush. They are infrequent animals and hard to train for the tra even when discovered. They usually prefer the delights of private life to the bustle, activity, turmoil and slander of political contests. But if we have any such Republican in the State of California at the present time he should be trotted out without delay. The people want to see him. his legs to determine whether he can make a mile in schedule time; they want to look into his face to ascertain if possibl: whether he is honest; whetner if elected he will grant pardons for political favors, sign bills to reward his friends and punish his enemies, cr appoint bad men to office; they want to inspect his “‘bumps,” to hear him spsak and to read so.uiething he has written; in short, they want to ascertain whether or not he is a statesman. THE CALL is a Republican newspaper and desires, other things being equal, to see its party in possession of all the offices. This desire arises from a feeling that when the Gov- ernment is administered ty Republicans it is administered better, more honestly and more economically than when ad- ministered by rattle-pated Populists or demagogue Democrats. But we have no hesitation in saying that if the business of the State is to be conducted by incompetents—*‘yeliow dogs,” so to speak—it is better that it should be turned over to the Pop- ulists and Democrats. Then the Republican party will escape the chagrin and disgrace which always accompany a weak, corrupt or incompetent party government. We would rather, in other words, see Democrats in control of the Governmsnt than suffer the awful agony of apologizing for and excusing the mistakes, or worse, of a Republican administration. We, therefore, conclude that the object of R:publican search at the present time should be a statesman, an organizer and a politician—a sagacious, level-headed, full-grown man, who can lead to victory and after victory strchglhen his party by inaugurating and executing great public measures. The ambition to become Governor of California is a worthy one. Every man has an inalienable right to cherish it. But if the Republicans of this State in the search they are now prose- cuting are mindful of their best interests they will set aside the “good fellows,” the factionists and the wire-pullers who hope to ride into power on the crest of Republican prosperity, and inaugurate a searchlight campaign for a man such as we have described. When he is discovere] the rest will be easy. THE ART EXHIBITION. Y general consant the exhibition at the Mark Hopkins In- stitute of Art this season shows a creditable advance over all previous exhibits. The number of pictures displayed is large and the proportion of works of striking excellerce is perhaps greater than ever before. Thisistrue both of the works of home artists and of the loan exhibits, and is an evidence of the steady upward and onward progress waich the institute is making in the cultivation of art in this city. Since the exhibit is so creditable in all respects it is gratify- ficiently numerous and appreciative to launch the exhibition with a degree of patronage that promises to make it as success- ful as it deserves. ‘It is to be hoped these good omens wiil not prove deceptive. Society, which atiended the crowded masical reception that so delightfully inauzurated the season of art, should not turn away from it now ana leave the art itsalfl ur- noted and unpraised. 3 Like every hing eise of human creation, art lives on public favor. An artist may work with fervor despite the fact that nis particular work is not popular in the community so long as he knows that art itself is reverenced, but where there is no artis- tic aspiration and joy of any kind, good, oad or indifferent, it is only with difficulty any artist can work. If, therefore, we are to have in San Francisco the great art to which we have a right to aspire we must give to the work of our artists the support as well as the commendation their labor and their genius or talent merit. ‘We have already accomplished an art of which we may ba justiy proud. No citizen of California need hesitate to take any visitor from abroad to the exhibit now displayed in the stately mansion on California hill. Itwill repay the visit of all who are susceptible to the influences of color and form, infused with poetic suggestion, and who know how to value and en- joy fine work finely done. The artists have made an exhibit that does honor to the city, and now let the citizens bestow on ita patronage that will be worthv of the exhibit. There will be general sauisfaciion at the heavy verdict against an Eastern railway company for having placed a man on the “black list,” thus rendering it imypossible to earn the honest living he was anxious to do. The blacklist is a form of tyranny for which no excuse has ever been advanced, largely for the reason that there is no excuse for it. The proper deduction to be drawn from the fact that Hunt- ington has been selling New York realty is merely that some- body offered him a good price. They want to examine | ing to note that the attendance on the opening night was suf- | Gm».ummu.ummmmnuu HEY call a spade a spade in Judge Campbeil's court. Aadone Tnevcr realizes how ugly a thing a spade may be till it is ealled by its right name. If you care to retain or to develop an optimistic belief in the vative goodness of humanity the Police Courtis a good place to sy a from, Iverily believe that the discoverer of the _theory of original sin must have spent dn hour in Judge Campbell’s courtroom—as I did yesterday. From 10 o'clock till 11 in the morning there were twenty-nine cases disposed of, each one of them betraying the worst weaknesses of man—and woman, more’s the pity. It was as if the dregs of hu- manity’s deep sea bhad been dragged up by the policeman’s mnet, and into the light of day; *and the ugly, slimy things, taken out of their element, strug- gled and squirmed while the scientists of law and society classi- fied ana labeied them. The sorry spectacie does not depress Judge Campbell, however. He administers law like a busy mother manages a troublesome brood of children—a slap here, a sharp scolding word there, a continuous brzzof talk, a shrewd facetionsness 'that is not over-careful of dig- LT = nity. And the mill of Fuoaz <> = justice busily grinds 50 VoU GAMBLE O~ THE RACES FOR ou, postponing, sen- ALIVING = Im SORRY FORYou tencing, dismissing, YOU'RE DISMISSED." while the crowded courtroom, taking its tone from the character of Judge and kind of case, is noisy, bustling and wholly unimpressed by the horrible human tragedy. After all, though, one’s pity is not for those who enter here. Itis for the ones who will s r through these human malformations— those bound to these criminals by the torturing closeness of relation- ship. For the criminals themseives, with few exceptions this is sot their first appearance in court. They seem mostly as unimpressed, as indifferent, as the spectators—young boys, many of them, who might be attending a betier school. Not that the lessons one learns in Judge Campbell’s court have an im-moral. Ou the contrary, the terrible logic of life is only too manifest here. Sin—punishment. Sin—punistment. This is the sermon of the law’s seesaw. Only the exceeding ugliness, the inevitable unprofitableness of vice strike one here. For by the time a sinner has reached Judge Campbell’s court all the gilt, all the veneer of pretense hes been rubbed off and his sin stands ugly and naked before the world’s averted eyes. i Everybody talks at once in Judge Campbell’s court. His Honor is very patient, however. His loud, scolding, sarcastic voice dom inates the buzz of attorneys’ voices, of officers passing in and out. of whispering reporters, of talkatiy - spectators. Just once yesterday he found it necessary to assert the superior rights of judgesnip. “Has this woman been subpenaed ?” his Honor asked, spropos of a wife-besting case. There was no answer. “Mr. Clerk,” said his Honor, “when I talk don’t pay any attention to any one but me.” “I was speaking to the clerk,” explained Pr Spinetti. “Idon't care if you were,” said Judge Cempbell, nonchalantly- “I'm of more imporiance than you." “Idon’t think so0,” returned the attorney with easy informality. “Well, I am,” insisted the Judge, smoothing his white beard, and with perfect good nature. Itis well understood in Judge Camrbell’s court that the cases to be tried there are of less interest than the Judze himself. His Honor’s running commentary is 8 sort of chorus on the series of dis- mal tragedies that pass before him. He claims the center of the stage and plays to the galiery at times—but he who visits Judge Campbali's courtroom when for any reason the Judge is not there willsee Hamlet with the part of Hamlet leit out—an amiable, shrewd, facetious Ham- | 121, whose witticisms are & joy to the crowd, which laughs at them aloud and unrebuked. At times I fear, though, that Judge Campbell’s humor is wasted. The best thing he said met with only the jaintest buzz of applause, and nothing can be so discouraging to the artist—in jokes or oiher things—than to find his best work uvappreciated, while indifferent things are praised. An attorney objected to his client’s case being postponed. | “Noone wan:s it postponed,” he argued. “Qu, yes, they do,”” smiled his Honor. I want It postponed.” “But that ain’t enough.” “Gh, yes, itis. Case goesover.”” “Well,” said the attorney. I must bow, Isuppose, to the Court’s decree.” § “Tue clerk will please make note that Mr. Gallagher bowed,” said the Judge, in a strictly iegal tone. Mr, Gallagher, who had bent down to listen to a brother lawyer's whisper, lookel up and smiled, and the Court and he had that joke all to themselves s Ivs & little difficult, even with the day’s calendar before one, to keep track of the various cases in' Judge Campbell's court. Every- thing is done in a hurry,with bustling in- formality. Cases over- lap each other, are postponed in a breath or dismissed in an- other. Attorneys lie in wait for an unoccupied moment in which to interject & motion. Whils waiting for the officers in one case the Judge takes up an- other, while the sound of the builiff's chanting voice cowes from the ecuting Attorney outside, where he is calling the missing wiiness. asey, vag!” called Judge Camypbell. “Where’s the officer? Guess I got here 100 early this morning,” he grumbled, good- naturedly. “The officer should bz here at 9:30 o’clock.” “Cast 0. R ’s out on his olunteered a volce. 0. R’ means own recognizance, of course, as.any of the men who stood patientiy listening, crowding the courtroom, couid tell you. Casey did not look like a *‘vag,” as his Hounor has it. He was rather decently dressed. His face was thin and was marked by the sortof pailid sneer tuat shows the sneak. He was shortand slight, and he answered the Judge's sharp, hectoring questions, in a hesitat- 1ug, shifty way. s your business?”’ asked his Honor, sharply. muttered “How do you make a living?"” “Gambling,” answered Casey, unabashed. “Play poker?’ asked the Judge, amiably. *No; horse races.” “Better play pok-r,” advised the Judge, paternally. “There’s some show there of your winning. There's no show at all in the Taces.”” “Now, look here, Cosey,” interrupted the Prosecuting Attorney, “if 1 don't prosecute you this time will you keep away from Ellis street and those places. Sure, now, wiil you?” Casey promised. “Well,” grumbled the Judge, “you cam go. But the offices ’Il keep an eye on you, mind. Don't you come here again. If you do 1Ll be six months. We're going slow this morning. What's the com- plaint in this next case?” “Your Honor, my assistant’s getting lazy. He's had this lawless case chuuged just because it's easier making out the complaint. I can’t do anythiug,” said Attorney Spluetti. “His salury runs on just the same?’’ sarcastically inquired his Honor. “Well, where's those two ladies arrested for disturbing the eace? 4 Try 'em together?' asked tbe Prosecuting Attorney, lifting an eye to an attorney who stood over him, “Try ’em together,’ he answered. So they were tried together—Delia Cuneo and Ellen Cunningham. The officer whd arrested these two began hus story—a shameful, small history, crudely to!d. 1 “I was called down Hunt street. These women were screamin’ and yellin’ and howlin’. It was 11 o'clock atnight. They wasn’t druuk. An’ the big one was beatin’ the little one.”” 1 looked at the “big one.” She was dressed decently in black and wore & green het with some strageling feathers. Her eyes were small, her face broad and her chin doubie. “You-som’iy-swear-leli-truth-whole-iruth-n’thn-but-truth, s'elp- you-God, take a seat.”’ It was Judge Campbell swearing Mrs. Cuneo. The *big one,” trembling with anger, pegan her story; how she had taken in this woman, this Ellen Cunningham, who had repaid her with base in- gratitude in trying to steal her (Mrs. Cuneo’s) husbaud’s affections. “She’s & jailbird, your Honor—" . Au angry cluckiag from tne *little one’’ sought to deny this statement. “8he is, your Honor,” Dslia Cuneo repeated. ‘‘She oniy been out of jail one year. Aw’ I tuk ber in an’ giv’ her & home.” “Well,” said the Judge atter he had iistened to the vilestorys “why dian’t you beat your husband if he wasn’t true to you, instead of beating her?” Delia Cuneo was a little staggered, She hesitated, and then, her wrath coming to her aid, she answered: “Because 1 was arrested for heatin' anybody. The lew don't allow me to beat nobody.” E “Well,” remarked his Honor sweetly to the courtroom in general, “I'm tired of the husbands a.ways beating the wives. Why don’t the wives beat tne husbands sometimes?” | To which no one in the courtroom felt competent to reply, I pre- sume, 5556BBBBKUUlfliEKUHBEBWTKIHB‘TT'E'GBIEU‘U“Imanflm‘[KEBUUKUBKKUliflslflifl o ¢ ONE HOUR IN JUDGE CAMPBELL'S COURT. g % * Then the “little one” ook the stand. Ob. such a hard little one. Wrelchedly dressed in @ faded thin blue skirc and a black shawl which, she assured the Judge, were all the clothes sne had on, Delin Cuneo having literally torn everything from her “‘very back. " An old “little one,” with a smail kuot of almost white hair, & gnarled, wrinkled, clawliXe hand and a wicked little face. The *little one” promptly began to ma ign the “tig one.” she declared that Delis Cuneo spent all her time at ramghops. “Does she rush the growler ?” asked Judge Campbell, with easy familinrity with technical phrases. “8ir?”” questioned Ellen Cunningham. His Honor repeated his question, anl the *little one” replied with other technica.ities, which I hadn’t the time to ask Jugdge Campbell to explain. She deaield having attempted to alienate the affections of Mr. Cuneo from his wife. She admitted that Delia Cuneo was jealous, but 'Taint worth her while,” she said. “Whnat would I want with a one-armed man? My own husband has two.” “Wnat does your husbané do?” «same as hers,” she answered. “Feddlin’. Ihey’rebothchums.” «Why dorr't you and your husband live together?” msked the Juage. “Idon’t know.” All the time Ellem Cunningham, in her broken brogue, was answering the Judge's questions. Delia Cuneo s100d behind her atior- ney prompting him. She was viciously re- vengeful. “Be quiet now,” her attorney said warne ingly and finally she went to g bench, where she sat and glowered at wretched Ellen Cun- ningham. God,” the little one was saying and the words sounded blasphemous from her hypoeritical wirhered lips. “Now, Ellen,” snid His Houor leaning for- ward, “how would you like to go to juil for awhile just to arrange your clothes—io get them in order? “Oh! your Homor!" whined the ‘‘little one,” “please let me off. I wassent up for three months last time and I gotoff with only 1wo and a half for good behavior,” she smirked; “an’ I found a Dlace yesterday an’ Idon’t want to disapp’int th> lady.” Oh, imagine “the lady” who would employ Ellex Cunningham, “What do you say, Mrs. Cuneo?” asked His Honor. Mrs. Cuneo’s voice trembled with passion. Her thumb was down. The “iittle one’’ could expect no pity from her. She called for blood. She would advise His Honor to give E len Cunningham a home. She herself had tried to provide for the “little one's” childi—Ellen Cun- ninghams have sons, horrible to relate—but she had bzen unsuccess- ful and if the court would do nothing in the mauter she would se2 what she could do. “0h, your Honor, please,” began the *little one” again. “Will you keep away from Mrs. Cuneo’s?” asked ihe Judge. “I'll never darken her doors again,” she whimpered; would be & pity to disapp’int the lady an’ I jest got the piace.” nd you won't sin any more?” His Houor smiled sarcastically. o, your Honor.” “Well—case dismissed.” The “little one” steppsd down from the stand. As she passed the chair where Delia Cuneo sat with difficult containing her wrathat the Judge's decision the larger woman grasped tne smaller one’s shawl. , “DISTURBED THE. 'h\u‘ IN OPEN COURT, ‘an’ it vo me thatshawl,” she muttered wrathfully; ‘.Us mine; you stole it.” Ellen Cunningham squirmed away from that shaking hand. She held the shawl tight over her small body, whose every line showed through the scant covering. “Oh, let her have the shawl,” Mrs. Cuneo’s attorney exclaimed with disgust. Yet, 1f Dolia Cuneo could, she would have stripped that wicked little bezgarly body naked, as she had done once bfore, so fierce, so unappeased was her rage “Will you cail the O’'Brien cas=?" a man asked Attorney Spinetti. His voice was quite audible. But there was no auswer. Every- body w:s 100 busy to AusWer questions. ““Joseph Smith—assault with & deadly weapon,” reed the Judge. Jos:ph Smith appeared, speetacied, rather respectable, the muscles | of his cheek working with nervousness. All thatJoseph Smith had done to be brought before Judge Campbell was to threaten bis father's life with a pistol. Joseph Smith—the name, by the way, is not the promising youth’s real name—siood and was reprimandea by the court, who revoked permssion the boy had received to carry a wenpon. Then there was u short whispered colloguy and Joseph Smitn retired. “Wiil you call the O’'Brien case?’ asked the voice behind the prosecuting attorney. “Conrad Cole, petty larceny,” read the Judge. “What have you been doing?” His Honor turned sternly o the scowling boy sianding | at his desk. “Stole & baseball worth $150,” explained the prosecuting at- torney. *‘Was it one of those that come over the fence out at the Recreation Grounds?” His Honor iliustrared with an expressive gesture. “I didn’t take no ba muttered the boy. ““Where’s the officer?'” asked Judge Campbell, So the bailiff with his Titian-colored eyebrows and hair and mustache to match went out into the corridor and chanted an apos- trophe to the City Hall’s dome, but nary an officer appeared. “Case dismissed,” jovfully ordered the Judge his eyes twinkling benenth his bushy white eyebrows. The boy took his hat and left the courtroom. “:Any boy’d steal a baseball,” explained the Judge to the crowd. “Boy’s been in jail four or five days, anyway. Officer’s fault. Should have been here” Just then the officer appeared, but his Honor would not listen. “*[t's too late. The boy’s gone,” he said, and his voice showed anything but regre:. ‘“‘They’d no business to play ball on Sunday. If they’d observed the Sabbath they wouldu’t have lost tneir ball,” he concluded, virtuously. John C. Johuson’s was the next case Mr. Johnson hasa fair che, fair hair, a biunt nose and small eyes. ou plead not guiity?”’ asked the Judze, informally. said Mr. Johnson, misunderstanding. e “No.” “Well-—" began the Judge, impatiently. “Not guilty—not guilty,” explained the man, hurriedly. “Now,” said the Judge, “I'm anxious to suppress these machines— these gimbling mi- f,_; chines. Why,’ he looked around witn sweet simplicity, “Ilose about $150 every day on them myself. You run a sa oon 2’ res, but 1 haa a ! cense to run the mu- chines.” “A license!” said_the Judge, shocked. “They give you a license to run the machine and taen arrest you for run- ning 17 “The man nodded, keeping'his eves dubi- ously nxed upon his Ho or. “Well,” said the Judge, “the party that issued the license ought to be fined Instead of you. Isuppose they’il issue a licens to com” mit burglary yet. You won't rn the machines any more? All right, case dismiss d.” “While you're wait- in’,” suid & voice, pitis fuily, “will you call the O'Brien cas 2" | — POR ' TOUGHING, A GRANGER = WELL MOLLIET T GUESS YOU NEED A‘ “Harry Malone!” coT —. e MON cal ed his Honor. “Where 14 T arry Malone s’ | o /o T There wos no answ.r, s) th: bailiff w-nt ont into the hal and again lifted up his voice in sons. And stili no Harry Malone appeared. “What bail wes there for Hurry Mulone ?” asked the Juage. “None, your Honor.” “Hum! No buil. Where’s the officer that arrested him ? What's his bail 7 No ba'l ior the officer, efther, Mr. Clerk And nobody lauzhed at this, though it was pretty fair, takén as one of many. “Miilie Forster—vag,” growled the Judg, ‘Where’s the officer ? All right. D smissed. No prosecution. Who's tho next? Charles Blyduer. Battery. Who's prosecuting this.man? Mamie Biyduer, eh? His wife? Weil, if 1’s his wife she won’t be here,” continued his Honor, with cynical sadness. “Blydner,” the Judge turned to a short man with a light mustache and dark hair, & low forehesd and smail geay eyes, who stood with his attorney in the rear of the room. come here to p:osecute you ?'" Blydner half smiled, h»1f sneered, es he mumbled his answer. “Have you kissed and made up?” bantered the Judge. The mAN'S SneETiNg sMiie §7cW more pronoun.ed. “Are you living tegether azaiu ?” “Yes, I guess -he didn't want to come, “Well, lok here, s id the Judge, shaking his long beard, threaten. ingly, “if you’re brought rere again L wanta subpena for your wile. Case dismissed,” he growled. And Blydner wa ked off. To beat his wife again ? I haven’t hed experience enough i Police courts to say. But it I‘I:.‘GML perhaps she’ll have courage enough to prosecute him next “Won’t you call the O’'Brien case " oily Burns—stand up, Molly.' The Judge peered into the “Blydner, why didn’t your wife i “T'il have to trustto | { uproar. i | MissEs' and chiliren’s two-toned Boucle | Jackets, s1ik lined, with orpaments, £5. Gol- den Gate Cloak and Sutt House, 1230-1232 Market street. * | cisco. i you.get ten | dock. “Corze over here, Molly, where we can see you.”’ Molly came—a nightmare of womanhood Her black alpaca skirt was torn and faded, ber tan jacket was dirty and-old. On berold rusty biack straw hat a few scattered leaves and a couple of miserable roses nodded. But | her face—O0, her face! [t typifies ail one hus ever heard of degraded femininity. It was | blotehed and disfigured, for the woman’s nose had been smashed aud her eyes were weaXl and watery, and her whole wretched bodj shaok as she wailed her incoaerent plea, = Sue had been hov-picking el summer—:he | didn’t do nothing of the kind—and her face | was sore and ber nose was hurt— “‘Who did it ?” asked the Judse, that awful face. ‘My nusband,” she whined. “Where is he ?” wie’s dead.” «Well,” ssid Judge Campbell, consolingly, wyou ought to be thankful for that.” “]am,” she auswered, her voice sudd: looking at 1y | showing strength. «What did you do to that man at the Kion- dixe saioon ?” asked the Judz “En, Moily ? «She robbed him,” said the officer, “‘while he was asleep.” «He was awake—I didn’t,” wept Molly, ering that feariul face witn & dirty handker- chief. «You didn’t loaf at the Klondike saloon, Motly ? Nor at the Knickerbocker—nor at the New York? You don’t look like a professional, Molly,” said his Honor, sarcas- tically, looking at her battered face. “You need a rest, Molly. Just through the win- ter, say. Till next spring. Three months,” concluded nis Honor, making a note. \ The people began to make their way out of the courtroom. “Where’s that man — that case that was squared 7’ asked Judge Campbell above the “Well—all right. Case dismissed. court adjourned till tnis afternoon at 1.” His Honor left the bench. “Wou't you call the O’Brien case sorrowful voie Mir1AM MICHEL safa s FER ONAL Dr. R. T. Rooncy of Auburn is at tne Gif E. K. Smart,a Dutch Flat merchant, is at the Grand. John Le Fanout, & Red Bluff merchant, is at the Baldwin. J. B. Quigley, & Sacramento railroad man, is at the Grand. W. H. Brott of Fresno is registered at the Cosmopolitan. i Maurice E. Griffin, a Colorado mining man, is ot the Grand. Attorney James F. Meagher of Chicago 1s & grest at the Palace Charles Wa/lingham of Acapulco, Mexico, is at the Cosmopolitan. Sheriff Henry L. Borguard of Tulare County is at the Russ House, W. W. Pennycook, the Vallejo editor, is stay- | ing at the Occidental. Frank Ireland, a horseman of Paris, Ken- tucky, 1s at the Palace. N. A. Bradley, a mining man from Hollister, | is a guest at the Grand. Louis Gundefinger, a Fresno merchant, is | registered at the Palace. George Lingo, a cattleman of Birds Landing, is registered at the Grand. M. Maison, & business man of Portland, 15 staying at the Russ House. William H. Dunphy, captain on the Rosen- feld ship line, is at the Lick. | F. H. Green and wife of Lincoln, Nebr., are staying at the Cosmopolitan. | Professor F. A. Davidson of the Stanford University is at the California. E. A. Winstanley, a Mont na mining man, | and wife are at the Occidental. | Elitor E. B. Weeks of the Sacramento | Record-Union, with his wife and son, is ut the i Russ House. C. G. Murchison, & commercial traveler of Nashviile, Tenn., is among the guests at the Cosmopolitan. J. M. Ledgerwood, one of the members of & large munufacturing concern of Chicago, 1s at the California. { 11G. T. Rhodes, a wealthy Mendocino County | hop-crower, and son, Attorney John A. Rhodes of Stockton, are in town. CALIFORNIANS IN NEW YORK. NEW YORK. No 20—; the St. Cloud, G. Savoy, A. Rosenbaum; . Gerlach, R. D. Gilsey, Mr. and Mrs. L. D. Rad- CALIFORNIANS IN CHICAGO. CHICAGO, Nov. 20.—At the Northern, Cap- i tain A. L Soule and wife. San Franciseo; Wel- lington, Miss Louise Creighton, San Francisco; Leland, Mrs. R. A. Figlds, Mrs. Dr. Florence, San Francisco; A. H. McKay, Los Angeles; Auditorium, E. S. Churcnill, Truckee; Audi- torium Annex, Mrs. S. G. Murry, Miss M. K. Grifiin, Thomss J. Barbour, San Francisco; Palmer House, E. W. 8. Vansiyke, San Fran- CALIFORNIANS IN WASHINGTON. WASHINGTON, Nov. 20.—J. F. Trunkett and wife and Dr. W. P. 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