The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 29, 1900, Page 3

THE SUNDAY CALL. to Oak d-hearted widow to her her Ivertisement exercise. the wa: r. somewhere on _the s ship, and surel billows the tide arry his body to one or the othe: ttle Jim, so overboard he fell e had been nshed pumped shie When out, and thawed out, he told his story next port that sea captain put into nd a letter from Mr. Emlay, and » next foreign-bound ship that left rried Jim to his father's arms. did not confine himself en- tirely to saving runaway children. “There were a number of men,” said Mr. Emlay, “and two or three I have reason to be- Jieve @id mot fall in accidentally. Then there were others who were ‘half seas over’ before they ever wandered down to the drawbridge. “One old fellow who jumped over and rbor Mr. Emlay was rescued is living yet. T meet him frequently on the street, and there is al- ways a peculiar expression on his face when he sees me. I pretend not to recog- him, because I do not wish to re- mind him of it, but he always knows me and tries to avold me. He was not quite sober that night. T have fished out other fellows who came down here ‘just to let the night air blow on their heads.’ " “Do you always find it easy to rescue people?” “Well, comparatively. I am an expert swimmer and keep them at a distance in nize the water. T remember one fellow that T pulled out. I had a hard time with him, I saw him going under the second time and T made a dive from the bridge. When I got to him he tried to jerk away, and tried to kick struggle while T ng him out. When I got him and the water pumped he would and even was straightened out out of him he cursed and said been all right without any interfer- Cow, T suppose,’ sald he, ‘that you bout saving my I don't think he had any will go around and bra life, d—n vou.' intentlon of committing suicide, but he certainly would have been drowned had I not gone to the rescue. “Once or twice T have had to jump in after swimmers who iost their heads or were taken with cramps. I recall one in- jcular. A young man, who t swimmer, came down to the bridge to fish. T had often seen him swimming about here, and when I saw him slip and fall from the bridge T was preparing for a good laugh at his ex- pense. He must have lost his head, or T dqp't know which. Any- way, 1 saw 1h:u¥w was helpless, and was going down the second time. I jumped In and swam with him over to little dock there. It was a strong o 1 to go with it to make any was an expe been stunned, as about gore in when I got him out, and he was unconsclous. When we had fixed him up and had him In Led he came to himself and said: ‘Why, was T dro He could not beliove 1t himself, and mulating drink of whisky he was =o puzzled that he pro- posed taking a swim together, just to see what was the matter. We went in, and he swam all around me. I could not be- e p Oaklapd Bridge Gender Who Has Braved Death any Gimes apd (heated Dauy PN gin to compete with him. Guess he fusty lost his head.” Mr. Emlay is a young man in his twen- ty-eighth year, tall, straight and athletie. With his tants, one an eleetri- cian and the other a machinist, he stands guard in the tower at the top of the bridge work, with an eye alwa the alert for any signi ant circumstance. The bridge was closed and the electric cars running back and forth, While speaking he was looking away to the north. Sud- denly his bright blue eyes lit up and he turned quickly to the machinery. “Scow coming,” he sald Sure enough, it was a little two-sailed black barge, laden with coal. Small as It was, however, it was important enough to command that big bridge to give trail. As it bore down Mr. Emlay grasped a brake, gave it a wrench, then turned on the pow- er. The strong iron gates on either side closed and locked. There was a rumbling nd a turning of big-cogged wheels and we began to go around. Slowly the im- mense mechanism, three hundred and sixty-five feet in length and wide enough for car-tracks, roadways and two walk- ing paths, swung out and around, leaving two great gaps, each one hundred and sixty feet in width, on either side. The little scow sailed lefsurely, impertinently, through with an air of accepting her due. It as if the big bridge sald, “I beg your pardon,” and got out of the way. two vs on Jopes Out of His Prey. The little black sow d say all s ex Emla > water traffic has the r va have to no right to be there exce of the water traffic three whisties we open T and let them through.” As the scow sailed VOLUME might be written of fa- mous people an pets would be reading. Many books aphy have, scatte ten der rem ment to some well's “Joh down to ona of the | pages kind, “The Life and 14 Charles Kingsiey at “Hodge,” for which he go out to buy oy B o that tr poor ¢ s o5 ARLE a@m\y THE HER© °F THE OAKLAND N T m@moqfi V ary hou he two me Charles Kingsles ve loved every living cre m, and he his ¢ ct even the loathsome gsley tells how a fa made their home in and » approach their two little friends in® which lived in a ¢ his drawing ro saved from d sand-wasp window | hich he h wnin and every pr! Ager- ly for them or their young, which came out of, or returned to same crack. He petted the white stable cat and the black house cat. and sat up with a sick dog during the I fering life. Whe r he went he was fol- lowed about the parish by his faithful lit- tle Dandy Dinmont, whose intelligent face was always to be seen at the lectures and chool lessons, and known to every cottager in the place, being almost as much esteemed by them as by the Kings- s of its suf- Jome Pets of Famous Authors. as Saved Thirty Lives From a Ulatery Grave A v s s I - sald K c Bt s s B get married tha fishes plar, Bary Jones have life and its t ¢ Sy Bors log, for whose death hose mem- T y her famous lovers of dogs. Sir Edwin Landseer was especially fond of t is pets he has made to liv n the Immortal can- vas. Mrs. Browning was greatiy attached to a silken-haired. hazel-eyed 1 +hat Miss D to her. * lives in lites as the subject of one of mistress’ tenderest Goethe hated ¢ pet was a live snake, w! e kept in a chimney cor- ner, & rep e companion one would think e 13, the Roman a ke; yet the two in every partie- Jean Paul R S pets wers a mouse, a squirrel and a white spider. Hogarth, the painter, was fond of cats, and at his home at ( k he had a garden where lets to mark the individual = The cat ha spot and distinguish hers r yrite with s sum of w Pope made he showed the also a state avorite cat, with as biting as his tiful “Flegy in v wrete an “Ofe Gray, auth a Country CT on th De and almost pet of a lar tier had a whit cat gre: named Don Plerrot de Navarre, of which he was extravagantly fond. This amiabls animal dled of consumption. He had a regular physician and was fed on ase milk, but he finally succumbed to disease and the poet describes his death in moving terms.