The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 4, 1900, Page 5

THE SUNDAY CALL Ualets and Jheir #ccomplishments. id the orthodox require- atter requested that his ser- m to sleep after din- snore. For these and s 0 per year would be Did the applicant approve? , remark, ‘the lover of case ssion_ of a dutiful ser- astound he companio: to Pearson The Japanese valet of a much-traveled gentleman was burdencd with many and pecultar Not only did he dress and overlook his master's tollet; from no 3 d the latter accept his nobody could make it » as the jolly Jap, and w to serve his bowl of attendant’'s delicacy. uties. ammock stretching s smoking room be- the val by smoking sce e room not DDA DDA A D DA S S O HIS is the story of a e girl who pald for her own edu- cation. Her capital was seven lambs. Laura Chalmers was just elght years old when she started out to be a shepherdess. She was living at Bil- ver Creek, up in the mountains of Alpine County, when ehe arrived at the decision, and Alpine County 18 an appropri- ate place in which to be a shepherdess. When her eighth birthday came she put on a pair of over- a blue and white checked sunbonnet and a solemn face. Her black curls would sble down under the sunbonnet and look undignified in spite of all she could do, But she elf as stern as possible and called her lambs together. have something of importance to communicate had learned the phrase in a big giit-edged e whatn would made he ambs, 1 she said. She at stood on bock th With her gathered about her and seeming to listen d them a lo v as if they understood. She was only but she knew the story well enough herself, though y read only in the grown people’s st book of ‘life. to »w poor her mother was, now that the mine in which her father's fortune had been sunk was no longer being worked How they themselves, the lambs, had been the little girl by sheep men who now and then passed .y to grazing land. How they were all her very she pleased with, and how she had decided to call sheep raising. give cre on t ow them her flock anc go intc “You wouldn't have to work. poor lambs, if papa was still alive,” zhe apologized to them. It was little enough they knew about work. to be sure. They were frisky and fluffy with youth —rio friskier than Laura might have been except for the great sble which had made her much older than eight years. nad been a time when Chalmers’ mine at Silver Creek keeping the whole place humming with the excitement of jts prosperity. Then the crash had come. If the lambs had been able to look back upon all these changes they might have éone some moralizing on their own account, but they were very ycung. So they simply put their shoulders to the wheel without knowing much what It was all about. Day after day they nibbled diligently, as professional lambs must do. Day after @éay the overalled, sunbonncted shepherdess followed and our way. YWagnerian maaic is ab ter lecture on Wagn for he ght year: born in E He wiii play W ner, r. He has ad a son. The music was in ce people of the fact v false alarms in the they said. “That great interpreter of great Which was exactly what Walte# t tried to convi they were skepticai, for theze are so m world. “You are cnly t is no cre to you. F music before we belfeve.” intended to do e son of your fath ove ¥ d States and n ideas with A question of ized. He hac the musical world. No look at his pictures in the light of preju- ith! Who ever could have doubted per 1ip! And that chir! Any one t place that it would never be you sce, you are saving these things now be u know. Twenty years ago you would not, In e studied the lip and chin <t all, but you “There's a foolish and a bumptious young ¥ dreams. He fancies he Is going to teach us about mus ] ge he had coms to the U had brough: so might ha couraged hing new When, in truth, 1t was an old is done with Wagrer,' to him,” he vowed. he did begin to teach it was not something son that had been forgotten. *‘New York he heard. ' *“New York shall again listen Fourteen vears cal affairs of the gr 20 he began to play some part in the musi- t city, but it ivas a small part. Not until seven years ago was the name of Walter Damrosch known pro- throughout the cour Up to that time his only had beer: in his marriage with Miss Margaret Blalne, daughter of James . Blaine. Mr. Damrosch is a domestic man, by the way; there is a tribe of happy little Damrosches. A friend tells of one of the least of these, who asked her mother to re- tire from the rogom one might while she said her prayars; she wanted to talk to God alone, she said. Her mother did what most people would; listened at the key . God. for- Bive me for tHeJam 1 stole to-day, e heard. Heavenly justice Is so comfortably remote compared with ma- ternal justice. Mr. Damrosch produ ed Wagnerian music In. New York, in the South and in the Southwest. Wagner is to him the great master, but he has worked along many other lines. He has been the conductor of a great New York orchestra, both con- ductor and manager o0f opera companies, and composer of operatic and lyric music. 3 He comes this season to interpret to us of the Pacific Coast the message of the great musician . Walter Damrosch, Composer, Conductor and Lecturer,” he is announced. The plan of action is unique. With him are Mme. Gadski, who shone here last year in the Grand Opera firmament, and David Bispham, the barytone. Excerpts from the opera will be sung by Gadsk! and Bispham while Damrosch plays and explains. Besides the Wagnerian studies there will be a recital of Damrosch’'s own compositions. He is as passionats as Rosseiti, as martial as Kipling, for he has caught the spirit and made the melody for the poetey of both. Damrosch the man is still a stranger to our shore. We can ¢ speculate abcut him, knowing that he is to bring to us “the endlessly varied voices that are audible in the forest.” 0T TSSO DDA BT, D DS S TSSOSO . An adamirable artist. the valet tattooed the body of his employer in all st;les of scaly , executed with faithful minutenes Every patch of skin save the breast and uncovered parts was illuminated, the emblazoned ore being proud to be photographed in semi-nude state. o o Every few days painted the bare valet becama pesse devoted service. ject, according to fancy valuable plate in recognition of five years’ An advertisement to this effect recently appeared: ‘“Wanted, a young gentlemay . as valet, educated, refined, etc., and able to wear No. 5 shoes and nch corsets.” This wearing of the master’s tight clothes to ease them of newness is a great trial to many valets. One who can pinch him- self into Cinderell: shoes and squeeze his walst within fashion plate limits is indeed a treasure, 3 the Eastern artist ed of $5000 and much E Watching Her Flock. Place Where Prayer Never Ceases. There 1s one spot in the United States Bible. where the voice of praver is never still. in a few years a For more than twenty months the “turret it has built four of prayer” that surrounds the “Tempie -of Truth” among of Truth,” near Lisbon Falls, Me., has rectangle c: The life here is never for an instant been without the religious revival. C sound of a human voice in supplication. It is the inteniion of the people who at- tend to this remarkable form of worship that prayer In the turret shall never cease £0 long as the building shall stand. The author of this custom Is the Rev. Frank W. Sandford, leader of the “Holy Ghost and Us Society.” The society af- filiates with no denomination and tries to conform strictly to the teaching of the in the vear. great turret. On the roof other little tur! the number of enough-to ac up continu pable of seating 20,2 e in the spirit of & rstons are made, yer every day The students of religion who make their home here take turns at sus- taining the never-ending prayer -in the and. the sick healed by p Starting without a penmny, It has d such success that a the temple are twelve s, in each of which, when students becomes t of it, prayer will be kept BT DA AT AT D T TS S @ The little lambs waxed fat and grew to sheep;:and guarded. sqap lather or Juné their wool was as white and fuzzy as clouds. The sheep were all of Laura’s companions. Sometimes = stranger would lose his way In the mountains and land at Sil- wver Creek for a day or two, but these strangers wers always sa d!sobliging as to be grown up and therefors very uncompanion- able. Laura did not know what a real boy or girl was. She had speculations on the subject, based upon herself, but self is a risky basis. As time went by Mrs. Chalmers did a great deal of thinking. This thinking was about Laura and school. It would never do to let the little girl grow up with no more education than her mother could give her. Shte had learned a bit about the. thres R's, and so far, so good; but Laura was growing older all the At last when her .twelfth birthday came Mrs. C She knew that each year had seen in time. mers broached the subject. & pile of sheep money laid away for a “You must go away to school;” she s The shepherdess thought it over calmly. “Is there money enough?’ she asked, “Not without sellifg the sheep.” “If it's got to be done, all right,” she said calmly. But she went forth and wept a weep apiece over all the beloved flock. - embarrassed -and knew nothing to say except *“Baa-a?” they Inquired, not undérstanding. ‘Because T must be educated.” “Baa-a-a,” they assented in solemn chorus. Then they went forth to be sold at a neat price. Everything was settled at last. A boarding pla swas engaged In Markleeville, seventeen miles a A spick and span wardrobe was bought, for in Markleeville it is con- .sidered hardly the thing to wear overalls upon all.occasior especially for a girl. When the whole thing had been settl. and paid for there was $84 of sheep money left for the.; ralny day. She is now among charts and maps- and blackboards. ing vacations she goes home to the little Silver Creek house and climbs the Silver Creek Mountains and.thinks of the.days when she and the pioneer seven climbed there together. e for Laura Made a Fleck of Gift kambs Pay fow Her Educa- _tion. largs