The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 4, 1899, Page 18

18 THE SAN FRANOISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 4, 1899 d home With her; you cen bet your hopes cf a silk hat on that. And she thawed, bogsf by heavea she thawzd.” West Point. v on the face of the fifth, as a pale youth, with ht rvous fig- oblivious, appar- * said one of the is correct estern acce You're not good for a pl 1. Holy * said You've got ed nic 1t Why don't sall in im the benefi face an with a strong lean You're as blue as paint. all for s nd L I sense nor reasi ry in this cou se about m marry we dyspeps to sentiment. When we get ready t deliberation, and if we can’t get th sequently, we do not make mistakes. u are too young to t about marrying, anyway. As you have no money and, are not ordered yet, the most you could accomplish would be a long engagement." *“Oh, pull up,” exclatmed Whack. *‘You're like a patent medicine—tull we look about again, gross to_the cure. You've got the right idea, why don't you put It in sules? Who 18 the girl, ? We're on to the fact; e name, sige, shape and color— R name e “T know who it {8 cried a youth who had not yet spoken, a youth with the glow of the Bouth in his'tace, its mellow brogue in his voice. He ed forward and flung his arm about Van der Ruyter’s shoulder. “It's jan Osbourne.’” 4 icholy youth blushed to his hair. Whack exclaimed: )u met at Narragansett that summer, two years ago? Jee- don't mean to say that you are mooning about her yet?” said ustedly 4 s known a was Allen, his She is s no one in particu I do not say this cak us a student of socia) drawled the Phiiadelphian, who wae alwa e faet that his | nt first name as omnipreser a charming girl, I b lar. Don't marry tc with any as the po r, and hand ashin 1 me whatever; cried the Southerner. “Love first, last, always, It ‘m with you. I'll sustain you, uphold you, advise sword and divide with vou. And Miss ney and devotion. Her char- n, I respect you for your two years' nistake.” announced Whack, ‘“‘that is, if she vou showed us when 1 came back." ts of the case,” sald Barton, with his slow 1 them. Twd years ago, during your fur- at Narragansett Pier and fell in love wit tty, moderately well off, indifferent and ambitione onn refused you, and you came back with a face as long as the one you've got on now, and drove us nearly frantic for two months. Then her imuse seemed to fade, and wo, also, were allowed to forget her. Now, after this long interval, will you explain the relapse? Is It because you graduats next week, and that between now and the time of receiving orders you have leisure to moon again?’ Van der Ruyter leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. * shut up-here. “Partly_that,” he said, ‘Partly a letter I had three ays ago from my sister. yYou see, lgd!:wnm Id (nizot her. I hadn’t any mone":jnd )I;‘r:)e“v she'd be besieged by men, to say nothing of the fact that I had no Shows But my sister is at Narragansett this summer, and she a3 met her there and raves about her. She isn't married, and _\05\ sh.it % all come back, and worse than ever. I can’t make up my min hwr = @o. I never want to see her again and I can’t keep away from li FaThe moment I get out of this place I'll make a bee line for Narragansett, SU8 3 fate. Then I won't have my wings singed—I'll be a cinder inside of twertys four hours. Most likely I'll blow my brains out. This time I'm older, 1t'll go harde o e “‘By ve!' d the Southerner, on the verge of tears, “I'll sh y 8 plood rrlfn vou, and that's as true as that my name’s Page Maai- heart’s blood to son Langhorne.” e Py Whack thumped his mighty hand upon the table. “I'm sorry u, Tom, blamed if Lm not, I'4 like to see you get your girl. Hanged If there's anything I wouldn't do for you.” 7 % Tven n!{gdle wag mnvgd| t]o‘ taympathy. Perhaps she’s waited for you, Tom Tv It again, and luck to you. 5 ‘"What luck, when I'haven’t ten cents I can call my own1"‘_d s e “I have a plan.” said Barton, as if he were putting one word at & me into the scale of his (f’o;efathera. “Will you listen to me? I think we ci marry Tom to Miss Osbourne.” Van der Ruyter shrugeed his shoulders dejectedly, but look‘psd at éleis speaker with gome curiousness. The others simultaneously comman 3arto ld lan. . B s o a What Tom needs in order to get that flr: ‘‘It's this, and it's business. 1s money—hard rocks, He has laid down that proposition himself, and o a self-evident fact. Now listen: ~We, Willlam Barton of New York, g Riddle of Philadeiphia, Page Madison Langhorne of Virginia and Jol fi Kern of Colorado, will put u? our avallable assets and remain here unt we recelve ordenlu. lnadplllcfhln e e money we cannot spend in this—in Y zr:\m)at once to lhape;\'ew York tailor who came here y@sterdaf’ a'.pd mehu- ured us for civilian’s clothes, countermanding the order. Also”—wit a deep sigh—*“the order for the silk hats. Tom will go to Narragansett an cut a dash. Dazzle the eyes of a wompn if you would cut & swath straight to her heart.” “Good!" cried Langhorne, ‘“I'd live on brfield dln!(l’ wlt.trt;o’hqe&g;:rl;lnfl et the girl he loved. I've only got twenty-five dollars af t‘s\r'!. bll‘;l I'll—yes—by henvan.’ S'Xl sell l{c prize fox terrier of Virginia, e and Fou ab RRoW L “You're a brick,” exclaimed Whack. “But I'm not made of mud, either. When your friend’s in a hole it's your duty as a man and a sol- Zler to pull him out. I've got a reasonable sum at the qum"te‘rmuter‘m Jt's only a stroke of luck I'm not dead broke as usual. I wish 'twere more, but it {sn’t, and I'm afraid there's no getting anything out of the old man at present. He's silver poor, and that's a fact. But all I've got is yours, Tom, every blamed cent.” o “I do not approve of a Van der Ruyter and an Oshourne,” sald Biddle gloomily. “They don't rhyme. But you're my friend and I'll stand by you. All I've got {s yours. o “‘You're no end good,” sald Tom, shaking his head dizmally. ‘But 'I' can’t take it; you must see that. I cannot accept what I can never repay. “Oh, I've thought of all that,’ sald Barton. “Of course you will repay us and with interest. I told you in the beginning that this -vas business. We form a syndicate. Papers drawn up in regular form, money to be repaid in five years' time, Interest three per cent. Tom has no taste for the army; he has a declded turn for business. He will so manipulate his wife's small fortune that in five years’ time he will be a rich man. All he wants is capital. The possibilities of Tom, with a reasonable sum as a starter, are simply gorzeout Id pke my last nickel on him, and I've got the business sense of my fami it T have gone into the army. Tom, you're a first class speculation. The Love dicate, Limited, backs you up for all it can raise. Do yvou consent to be a speculation?” 3 Tom Rlu{;edA and throwing himself forward wrung Barton's hand. “TI'll chance it,"” he sald. k, . The others slapped Rarton on the back. *You're a double-barreled brick,” cried Whack. Tf T were a girl 1 should kiss ' murmured Langhorne. “‘But—but,” sald Tom, depreca “T can't endure to think of all of you vegetating here when you might be having a jolly good time before being ordered out to Arizona or some other beastly—" : ‘““You 4!d not give me time to mention that the entire debt is not to he paid in cofn,” interrupted Barton. “You are to write us daily budgets of your progress, adventures and pastimes. You will amuse us, instruct us and give us points which we mayv find valuable at a later date. You know vou like to write letters. so it will be no effart—to say nothing of the fact that you will need a safety valve. 8o vou agree?" “I'll agreg to anything,” cried Tom, “and T'll enjoy writing you all about it." ‘“Now to business' sald Barton. taking an account book from pocket. W are not, any of us. burdened with a superfluity of rocks. when we all put up we mav find th we have a reasonable sum." And for the next bour five cror 1 heads were pressed together above a ‘square of paper and a rapidly moving pencil. . . 11 (Tom Van' der Ruvter, at Narragansett Pler, to the Lowve Syndicate, «d. at West Point.) “Dear Boys:. T am here, arri We will also send a tele- uis But n hardly hold in till 11 o This hotel is full of 1s ig hall h law ey n play blue girls time. nda, girls on the where: pink and ever knew there are so.many gzir N her? with ailor hats, the s are as alike A% 4 gun on a v love fs a sort of microhe, only fastens:on nourishing soil. starves or goes to sleep on others. Heard a doctor say once he had had the pneumonia bacilli in him for a year, but couldn't de- velop the dis hi tem wasn't agreeable. In other words, they couldn’t catch on. It's the same with love, my bovs. Your love lius fiies past a_whole watering place full'of eirls to light on the nAs fr ble to the hreed. Tf her svst agree- Lt T digress. If T haven't something thriliing fo write to vou ame’s not—Tom Van der Ruyter.” e Tuesd T've seen her! At 11 T sauntered (1) down to the beach file of irls, ald and young mammas. young and ald ray- number of gray-haired voung married m apoalling) n 18 1s proud f v actual cot girls 4. She was not there, vning of the pavilion more we like a vu re in the water. A number large many frizht gaze under down the sands At last T came to one surr I threw casual though burni under many s Instinetively she was there. Actually, boy pulled myself together and strode in front of the Tt was she. Did T ever desc her to you? Rhapso ;. Besides, Hefore > was pretiy. and be woman of the world than nice old lady, h Is always resting s caps and flabby cheeks. She sses in_purple. mixed. but you don't care-ab 1 T'll do better with he gazed upon hey say ces charms, and 1'd like to hegin with that n't know about woman's clothes, Al T can say Is that she doesn’t wear t or a shirt waist, but had on a white rough thing that m s was serge and tallor made,, and a big white hat, lined with scarlet velvet. And that velvet was jolly Pocoming to her fch curl o—like—well, like halr. Her faco s a lttle t ¥ her head, and her neck was And sh es! she's'got a color! , Her atraig ; ith _is a scornful pink Al that a good piece Her e are blue- v, with Jashes—but. hamg it. I can't give vou any idea of her by describing her outside, 1t's herself that’s out of sight. Her figure Nelts herself better than her face. Tt's tall and slim, and carried as if ihe owned the United States and didn’t care a hang about it. Her indif- ference js—well, that's a description I'm not equal to. She never utters ten T aboutive sentences—she's too indolent. She even listens with an absent. tuinded alr, And all the time vou feel as if vou had a chain round your Meck. and the other end was fastened to her belt. Only—once in & while—after you've been pounding away for ten min- utes or @ half-hour on a subject, and can't tell for the life of you whethar It interests her or not, she raises her eves slowly to yours, then lets them fairly blaze with expression. Then you propose on the spot. I proposed seven times to-day. She didn’t take the trouble to answer, but at Pk e 4idn't say no. So I'm alive. the hands of Thomas Van der Ruyter the Cas I suppose you want to know how she recelved me. I stood before her for about forty seconds bgfore she locked up. Finally her eves traveled slowly from my shoes to my face and rested there with & look of blank unrecogrition, +Don’t you know mae?" I stammered. I was ready to cry. “Why, of course,” ehe said, with her deliclous drawl. Vén der Ruyter. You've grown.” I collapsed, but on the sand, and at her feet. She did not address another word to me for five minutes, but permitted & ridiculous youth with a persweaty face, as my little nlece would say, to relate a stupld anecdote while she looked out over the water. When she epoke it was to me. The youth might have been babbling to the breakers. *‘What a hideous object a man In a bathing suit 1s!” she sald. & J béssem'ed eagerly, registering a vow that she should never see me in a athing suit. “These sands are full of graves,” she continued, “graves of buried sentiment. The convex ones look like jelly figh, the scrawny ones like the punishment of Adam. Those that happen to be well bullt are merely re-y pulsive,” "'We were all in the water yesterday,” one of the five murmured feebly. ( - “My remarks applied to you. Fortunately, I have no sentiment to ury. 1 pitied those poor men. A great flounder of a man came out of the water and flung himself down before her. gohe siren of the sea cannot hold me While you—= he began. She rose. She took her skirts with an expression of disgust which made even innocent me shiver. She turned her back on the purpling, stam- mering offender (who, after all, had plenty of examples all round), and #ald in a cool voice: “Mr. Van der Ruyter, you may walk with me till it is time to go to the ‘“It's Tommy n Boys, I'll tell ~'T. Y ell you the rest to-morrow. Wednesday Morning. T'm up again at 7 to write to you, I was getting writer's paralysis last night. I'm going to make this letter like a conversation in a novel. We are strolling up the beach (just after I left off in my last). Myself: “How awhully jolly this 1s—to be walking all alone with you. These last two years have been like two centuries. But now it seems like the same old summer.” Bhe: ‘“What a kid you arel* Myself: I know; but then, you see, I'll 3 years older than you were two years ago. Now, don't get more beautiful than ever. 1 mean is that you ve the alr of ope who has exhausted the world. It's tremendously fetching—though, to_be sure, that first indefinable charm has gone forever. (Catch on, bog:uh But it {sn't every woman who can be three or four women in one lifetime. I should !ay‘you could be five or six a year if you liked.” She; “You seem to have an analytical turn of mind. So hed I at your age. Mpyself: “That's a good pot shot. If you ever did consent to marry me I should feel as if f:vere taking a sort of SHE to_wife. And If I re- member aright, I am three days older than [ou are. But such is the un- even galt of the sexes, it is just about time for you to get over being pro- posged to and for me to begin proposing.” She: “You'll do the bullylng-jossing act better when you've had two vears' hard practice.” Myself (hurrledly): “Look at that big fellow rolling in. What a life of pleasure it is here. People seem to forget when they come to Nnrrlf“- sett that there is any other object but fileuure in life. What an awful set of jays those men were you were talking to. Don’t wonder you looked bored. Supgose New York soclety men are the same.” To which brilllant series of remarks she made no r You have. You're ten —you're ly whatever. Myself (after a paintul pause): “Have you been here lons?” She: "“Two weeks." 1f: “Like it?"” well as anything.” Golng to s{nt nfi}ummirl' ever make plans. dritt?” 1t to the Casino. Eyer seen it, boys? It's like America—a Nttl of everything. Shlnfile roofs above stone walls. Romanesque t an Moorish corridors. Pillars of cobblestones and varnished wooden g8, Still. it is pretty, and when swarming with people looks very brilliant. We sat ourselves, with the rest of the crowd, on the inner veranda overlooking the lawn and the sea. The music played; the'mople Jal Every third girl had a boy. Bo did the young matrons. coming man should be something remarkable, his education begins so 2 There are any number of good looking men here; but they are in 1t with the beardless youths. Half a dosen girls were pointed out as beliles from various States. They had several boys apiece. She was surrounded, of course, but 1 managed to plant myself at her “Why do vou treat my proposals with contempt?* I murmured under er of the musle. v have vou the audacity to propose to me? “hat you don’t try for you don’t get. I want to get you if I don’t propose? u, and how in thun- You wouldn't propose to me, I suppose Iy Certainly showld not.”” “Why am I so audacious? I am as good as any of this lot.” ther better. Your name is good, but Jou haven't any money.” wddered, but resolved to admire frankness in woman. intend to be a rich man inside of five years.” i incement she treated with silent contempt—the contempt of aded nineteenth century American maiden. 1 long interval: “Will you think it over?” at over?”’ I« ymmy, you don’t expect me to think about that. Fancy n s gray matter over a proposal—and from you!” mped up th a huff and went upstairs, determined not to look at her nty-four hours. Alas! found myself gulng down upon her upper gallery, which overlooks the lower at right angles, inside from the of five minutes. I assured myself I was admiring the charming spectacle— frregular rows of pretty faces and gay gowns and bright parasols, set by ished wooden background and the green lawn In front. 'But staring straight at h r, and I knew that she knew it, al- r looked up. I jerked about and walked clear out to the the long gallery, between the pillars of cobblestones, sat down by the parapet and gazed out upon the ocean. But I wasn't admiring the water-scape. 1 was meditating. The result of my meditations was this: T must do as Barton suggested—I must dazzle her. I couldn’t go to the old Jady and tell her I had a fortune because, like G. W., I never lfe, but I must make her think so by iInference. Of this my consclence approved. AIl's fair in love. I shall entertain her, devote myself to her amusement, make her conspicuous by my distinguished attentions, and. perhaps her heart and ambition will be touched Boys, how do you think I'm getting on?—T. Friday. I've made my first deal. Gave her a dinner at Sherry's last night. It c But never mind, I've got enough left to get married on— that is if she doesn’t insist upon too much st Not that she has accapted me yet. Well, that dinner was given in style. You can bet vour chances of a war on that. There were eight of us—she, me, her mother, my sister and four of her friends, that I told her to invite. I carried it aff like a lord. 'The old lady beamed and paid me marked attention. 1 heard her whisper to one of the party, “One of the old Van der Ruyters of New York, you kno locks the Osbourne pedigree because she's dead fond of me and is fascinated by her, i1s heiping me along beautifully. The old lady mping her to find out if I'd inherited a fortune. and my sis- 1 reserved and modest mien. intimated that T had unexpect- into a tle sum. Which is true; you who are vege- 1 3 painfully aware of the fact. I saw her )k surprised once or twice, and then she put on added indifference. g0 1 shouldn’t think she was impressed. The other men look: glum, which T take as a good sign. We had driven out in great state, but when we had sat round on the veranda for an hour or two after dinner we young folks ocon- cluded to walk home in the moonlight. I walked with her, you can bet your hopes of & silk hat on that. And she thawed, boys! by heaven, she thawed! Her oyes blazed with a soft, dreamy blaze for five consecutive minutes and returned to the charge later. " And there was @ sort of gulf stream through the cold depths of her vojce, How’s that? 1{“15 true she didn’t pay the slightest attention when I proposed—but, boys, I'm getting there.—T. (To be concluded next weel) My sister, who over- .000000"0000900000900000'000000000000@000000000000 SUICIDES AND @ 0000000000000 00006000000 +++00000000000000000660600000006000006000600000000600000000000 LR R RX 4 THE WEATHER |+ 00D suicide weather,” the grizzled | © old sergeant behind the desk of one | GOT HER PHOTOGRAPHS \‘/90090090000@@@60‘9000000.00000000000990 likely to prove of special interest to philatelists. The Government SAN ANCI $|GOOD NEWS FOR |NOVEL COURT- A SAN FR SCO FLAG § STAMP GETTERS SHIP IN JAPAN | HOISTED AT MALOLOS ;| | ST smenrt| o pumm ar oo s o married does not hesitate to in- form the public of her desire. In a recent fssue of the Japanese jour- G of the East Side police stations ob- | & served, as he glanced out at the| dull, overwhelming clolds from which the | T 18 not generally known that an ex- | about which there was considerable decided some time ago to establish rain sifted down Y * THROUGH “PERSON@LS” L2 X X4 2000000000000 0080200000008000800000000 San Francisco boy was the first to hofst the stars and stripes in Aguin- aldo’s capital city of Malolos or that a San Francisco lady furnished the banner which proclalmed the sov erelgnty of the United States In the rebel capital; but the distinction of raising the first flag undoubtedly belongs to Lewls Hoffman, who for seven years was a resi- dent of this city, and the flag In question was the gift of Mrs. C. C. O’Donnell. Lu Hoffman isaseldierin the First Mon- tana Regiment, now doing duty in the Philippines. He {5 not a shoulder- strapped officer; does not even sport the chevrons of a sergeant or corporal; but is just @ plain private and is proud of it. A friend in this city recently received a | letter from him and his description of scenes in the troubled islands are de- cidedly graphic. Private Hoffman is the cook of Com- pany G and for thirty days his regiment lay in front of Caloocan within 500 yards of the insurgent trenches. He says *the niggers used to drive me out of the kitch- en every morning with their Mausers and I never got to cook a meal In peace.” Lu 1s a patient chap and never put up a protest until one day the Filipinos shot a hole through his coffee pot just as he was about to take it off the fire. t 167 In his letter he gives tHe facts concern- o | newspaper controversy at the time. "We were all proud of the flag Mrs. O'Donnell had given us,” says Heffman, | "and carried it with us every move we made. We raised it for the first time In | our camp before Caloocan, when the nig- gers shot two holes through it from their | trenches. The next move of importance | Was on the 25th. Private Yost carried it inslde his shirt and was wounded. It was then turned over to Billy Boost to carry, and he was wounded in a skirmish the next day. The flag waa then looked upon :: r.ry h?fi:tnu h’onblh.flmdfm one cared to e battle of th t, W expected the hardeat Heht of our Came: {patgn, and I strapped it on my back and | togk & chance, and went through all O K. “We were about the first company to land on the square in Malolos In front of .Afiu!naldo‘l eadquarters, the e St e Telaed oun; | se. Ellfihlh y & COEDIA o e flag of the went up and asj ratse the Ame can flag. S ool “ ‘Yes,’' sald he, If you have one,’ I unstrapped it and unfuried it to the :ni:d.i:nd he boys went wild when they “‘The old general sald, ‘Take down the Eighth Army Corps flag, and put that o) on'"top,” which 1 dld with tho assistapme of Becond Bergeant Btephen and ed Messer of our company. The general took off his hat and cheered, I told him to have it back, and he asked, Rihere dia Ttoid hi ‘Where you 0 m £t was capitol | 1) ‘Rep- | bave nog mn?fia“"l&-e Fish] a pigeon messenger service betwaeen Auck- | land and Great Barrier Island, which is several miles from the mainland. This service was the more necessary as there was nelther a cable nor any other regu- lar connection between the island and Auckland. The experiment was tried and proved 80 successful that it was decided to send letters regularly by pigeons, and it is for this purpose that the new stamp has been issued. Letters or dispatches sent i way will be known as “‘pigeongrams’ each must be written on a small, thin sheet of {Ager. The address mu gs written at the m of this sheet and the “mep will be xed to the right hand corner. On the stamp appears the picture of a plfeon on the wing and carrying an en- velope in its beak. Above the picture are the words ‘‘Great Barrier Island low are the words “‘Special Post, at each side are the words “One B! Letters can be sent by %hu sengers twice each month, slow rate the first {ssue of stamps ‘v“v‘l‘l‘l ?%n be exhausted, as it consists of only “It T s the most extr Te, megt it went to the w{. " sal man who makes- it a point to ewg;mod. ‘when one of the many came up dis- e hat way? asked t “In _wi way?”’ asl 6 man who pays little attention to detalls. 4 y, it 18 tl one w] o EiteBlis, | DouE 4 nal, Kanazawa Shimbum, one of these girls, who signs herself ‘‘Ho- Buljoshl,” {g very outspoken on this point, as the following notice shows: “I, the un- dersigned, am a pretty girl with abun- dant halr, flowerilke face, perfect eye- brows and a good figure. I have money enough to take life easy and to enable me to spend my years with some beloved man who will ever be my companion and Wwho can admire the flowers with me by day and the moon by night. If any clever, accomplished, handsome and fastidious gentleman is disposed to accept this of- fer, 1 ctn assure him that L will be true to him for lifo, and that atter life is over 1 "‘”:"3‘., ly to be buried with him in one grave. It 1s not ur‘mhurd of thing for Euro- ean or American girls to advertise for usbands, but it is very doubtful if any uro?el.n or American naper has ever contalned such a poetical matrimonial ad- venllgmfi}“r this one. oreover, it is very dou f any opean or eri- can girl would ever think of offering to share the same grave with the gentle- man who might accept her o e&' of mar- ifferently riage. Verily, they do things in Japan. ——————— Prison Chaplain—Ah| You have a pet, I Co nt—-Y this rat. I feeds him da.yo.n‘;h r'morore.' that ‘ere m'l:f:x’. ”i!fl“ vin' creature. 80! there' aplain—Ab! In eyt somef gil g of the angel \:r'? fl?fi: low came you fo take o in a never-ending drizzle. “A .good day for sulcldes over there,” he continued, musingly. “If a German is going to kill himself he waits for just such a day as this. Even if he don't in- tend to kill himself, three or four days like this will drive him to {t. We'll be apt to have three or four cases reported before roll call. “Now, it's different with a Frenchman. | When a German feels blue it makes him all the bluer if the weather’s bad. But a Frenchman, when he 18 crossed in love or has gone broke, thinks the weather is sympathizing with him it it rains when he {8 feeling badly. When he makes up his mind to commit suicide he'll invaria- bly carry out his intention on a sunshiny day. The world's brightness seems only to mock him.” “And what about the Irishman, Ser- geant?” asked the new policeman. “‘Look here, young man,” sald the Ser- geant, with just a suggestion of Lim- erick in his tone, “Irlshmen don't commit suicide. When an Irishman gets and blue he don't kill hlm’nlr. brl%‘c(:: much! He goes home and beats his wite, every time. People often of a trillion ossible number. The (zlct 18, not |'¢'rmf on of seconds has elapsed since the cre- ation of Adam; nor will that number have elapsed until ¥ebrmary 1st in the year of our Lord for in a trillion of Seconds there are 81687 years 82 d “mma:;fls 40 secons, » " Are always seen in public places.” F the above narrow-minded quotation | | I and choice photographic collection of | fools, culled from every part of the | | State. | Miss Tillman is a young lady quite we\l} known in San Francisco and a student in one of the fashionable seminaries. She is not an amateur photographer, neither is she a bicycle flend, nor does she in- dorse the cries of the ‘‘new woman.” She has, however, a purely original man- ner of amusing herself at the expense of many an unsuspecting subject. ‘When George W. Topping of Napa City, Cal., visited San Francisco last year his no mention of his visit was even re- corded by the press; but, carved on a rock at the CIiff House, his signature over the date of October 12, 1893, records his sojourn here. This name was an unusuailly brilllant target, and among hundreds of others did, not escape the eagle eye of Miss Tillman as she was out one day in search of a new list of correspondents. As - an {llustration of the manner in hioh Miss Tillman addressed the per-| jects arrival was not heralded by the firing of | cannon and a display of bunting and flags, | | “Tools' names, ltke fools' faces, | were true, Miss Tillman has a rare| sons thus located, the following is a fair example: “My Dear Mr. Topping: It was my pleasure to meet you at the Clff House on the 12th of October last. You formed a great impression upon me, and since then I have been trylng to locate you. Until to-day my search has been in vain. I have a favor to ask. It is not much, and I trust that you will grant it./ Mem. ory is Inadequate to keep you befors me. Kindly send me your photograph, that I may ever see you.' From the reply she received it is easy 4o see that Mr. Topping is a man who appreciates.a joke. Here it fs: “My Dear Miss Tillman: I have no ob- jection to your having my photograph, but you must not think of loving me, be- cause I was married yesterday. I am sorry that you have wasted your time in the ‘search,” which still remains “n vain.’ Inclosed you will find my photo. Yours, ete., G. W. TOPPING.” Miss Tillman prizes this letter most highly among her great and varied col- lection and wonders upon whom the joke b ests. Miss Tillman's friends tell her that she is liable to “‘get her foot in it if she com‘ tinues her novel joke; but it is not through fear that she has discontinued her practice of addressing the gentlemen who advertise themselves so conspic- uously in public places. Her fiance ob-