The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 10, 1901, Page 6

THE SUNDAY CALL. e was beginning to look ba fe at home as a sort of VAgue man abou ewed this frame of mind assured t . s Shat the latier was ™t that he was developing wing self-estee = ¥ xte re was no v in L] A ming 2 ' e ¢ r 3 P ® glass e at such a serenade acts + you've s 0 it does,” cried the old S - dly rubbing his hands to- s how New. York r gum, I'll try it. Just y < me the name and address of one of - - " n same rich widders and she'll o & harmonious, high-grade seren rning . this very night A i entine’s eve, ain’t 1t?” And the m G man took a coupl ¥ eal K v elebrate 1y 1o g ew York k the 1 man, for- E at b had wants to win a gir! window bef. the mirror and began trolling St. Valentine's morning and fony, 53 few bars from a love song that &ing s If she's pleased .. nopular when he was a voung man admitted the Old Groceryman, wit the song he sings she 4ng Jumes K. Polk was President. “the name does sound kind of familiar, u “And now how -about the name of one but I can't place her just now. Is she T now, of course them widders?"” he broke off to ask. rich <k 1 eryman, “and I'd Well observed the Bad Boy, after “Rich!"™ echoed the Bad Boy, I should like mig v that form of deeply for a moment ar two, “say so.’ Lives In. one of the finest and n some h widder to-night, But s Mrs. Tombs." most expensitve houses in New York, cor- trouble § t you haven't intro- Mrs. Who?" ner of Center and Franklin streets. Those duced me ot “No; Mrs. Tombs. Do you mean to say are fashionable streets, as you can tell by E T sted the Bad Boy, “surely you never heard of her?" the sound.” e i e e e o S 20 Y Pretty Legend of the Arctic Night. ME of one of the former e to Greenland ¥k st nt for the long nse cold i they say, “long generat when the sun never set on the of the north, and when sea were forever ving green. peace and plenty people and sorrow em. one day me to pass. As the were resting and feasting among s their custom through- hours, & beautiful vory, was seen drift- re from the di- rere dwelt the ¢ white canoe had ap to t hore a great awe fast asleep s he ermine robe, lay P a se skin was as f s the wer and whose hair was 1ik f sunshine, But when t ; ne the maiden to the shore ar ed her whence -she d in his he for hter of the spirit 3 ave drifted here P r snow-white o in the ¥ will return there no more. for " me’ shall be with you ¥ the spirit of the h and in a terrible daughter be But when sought out their eled him to give the prin- immediately cess {into stood mute her father's hands the before them. Then, youth in obedi- ence to & gesture, they entered his ruined house, and there on a couch lay the beau- tiful princess, with.her white hands— whiter now than the snow flower—tolded silently ver her breast “When ‘the spirit of the wipds looked forth and beheld the pr! cold ‘in death on the desolate strand fhis anger was yet more terrible against #he kneel- Ing muititude and he commartded dark- ness to come down upon them. And the nd the cold and for the space e offended spirit w fer the sunshine to r son the darkness con- f many dave before ¥ relent and suf- urn for a brief Chicago Chronicle. Trees Affected by Electricity. ‘7\‘*‘ REMARKABLE sight was recently /L seen on Loulse avenue in Brussels. —\\ An electric rallroad had been laid in the avenue and soon after the began to run it was noticed that 1wves of the trees which bordered one side had suddenly become brown and that soon afterward they dropped off and a new growth of follage took their.place. Meanwhile the trees on the other side ere ted in any wav. They lost as all trees do In autumn, v gave no evidence of new life and mably they will .10t blosm again un- next spring. i1fual oceurrence attracted the attention of several botanists and, after making an investigation, they concluded that it was due to the electric currents which were underground near the roots of those treec which nad put forth new leaves at a time when «li other trees were preparing for their long winter's rest. The botanists further expressed the- opinion that the currents would not do the slight- est injury to the trees, but, on the con- trary, would have the effect of a tonic on them. Is It Suicidal to Sleep on Pillow? § it better to sleep with the head high H or low? This is a auestion which man- ufacturers of bedciothes apparently answered long ago by announcing au- thoritatively that no one in his senses would think of lying down to sleep unless he has a pillow and a bolster under h's head. Now, however, a French scientist comes forward and says that any one who rests his head ou a pillow and bol- ster while he is sleeping Is slowly but surely committing suicide. This sclentis: s M. A. Feret and 1: was at the recent meeting of the French Society of Hygiene that he expressed his heterodox views on the subject. 5 According to M. Feret the cnly natural position for & man while sleeping is the horizontal one and the first thing to do-in order to accustom one’s self to it is to re- move the bolster. he says, one.will be able to sleep much more calmly than ever before, and, more- over, the general health will be much im- proved. ¥ “This statement,” he Insists, “is not made lightly, but is the result of long experience.’” The next step, he says. is to remove the pillow, for not until then will the circula- tion of the blood be as free as it should be. In further explanation he says that the pillow and bolster keep the head and neck at an’ abnormal angle and that conse- quently the sleeper’s entire body remains during the night in an uncomfortable posi- tion and one which imvedes the free course of the blood through the vessels and organs. ‘Within a few months,. “But her name sounds kind of funersl, don’t 'it?” objected the Old Groceryman, feebly. . 3 “Not a bit. Plenty of life about her. Why, so many men come to see her that she’'s had to build a bridge, across the street to accommodate them all. They all sigh for her favor, you see; so she's named the bridge ‘The Bridge of Sighe.’ " “That settles it,” Groceryman, “I'll serenade her this very night. T'll sing my very sweetest, and maybe—" “Maybe she'll open the door and let you come in and call.”” “But it'll be pretty late for callin’, won't it, at midnight?" . “Not in New York. They keep. late hours in the Tombs household. Why, peopie keep dropping in ever so much later than that.” “I'll go,” chuckled the Old Groceryman, as he settled this last doubt. “But remember,” cautioned the Bad Boy, “she's very romantic, as you can judge from her building and that Bridge of Sighs. So you must dress for the part.” “How?” : Well, a lot of her visitors set a fashion of wearing striped clothes,” an- announced the Old~ D MAN WAS NG STORIES swered the Bad Boy, “ana you'd better try something a little more picturesque. ‘Why not hire a broad-brimmed, plumed sombrero and a long scarlet'eloak’ and a gultar at a costumer's? Then you'll look like a Spanish Hidalgo as you twang dreamy love songs in the moonlight be- :neath her barred lattice.” 'My!" murmured the Old Groceryman, vou talk just like a dime novel. I'm off for the costumer’s, and to-night you'll have to show me where K Mrs. Tombs lives.” Midnight was striking from old Trin- ity as two figures emerged from a cab at the corner of Center and Franklin streets and dismissed the vehidle and walked up Franklin street under the shadow of the little bridge, The distant’ electric light revealed one form as’that of the Bad Boy, while the other - could be Tecognized under its scarlet cloak and plumed hat as the Old Groceryman. The old man carried his hired guitar as though it was a colicky baby. “There,”” whispered the Bad Boy. pointing to a lighted window on the second floor, “‘there’s her boudoir. Now tunc up and begin. Don’t be bashful. She admires a fine loud volce.” “Lives in a fine big house, doesn" exclaimed the old man as his ey took in the outlines of the massive buill- ing. modated there.” “‘She’s the most hospitable old lady in she? slowly *Plenty of company coul. be accom- New York,” answered the Bad Boy. “Keeps open house all the year round Her guests are madae o feel so much at home that some of ihem stay as long as six months. But tume up. I'll get out of the way 8o as not to mar your.chances when she peeps out of her window to see who it Is that is singing so divinely.” “There!” groaned the Old Grocerymaa, “I'm so rattled and flabbergasted that I declare I've clean forgot all them lovely old serenades 1'd thought up. What'll I do?” “Oh, sing any old thing, s6 long as you sing it loud,” counseled the Bad Boy “Qnly hurry up, for it's past midnight al- ready. and maybe some other aspirant tor her favor may happen along and eut you out. “Everything depends on being first on the fleld, you know. Good-by.” And the Bad Boy sneaked away into the night. but as he went he could hear the Oid Groceryman begin his serenade “YES, [ Do sAY So! THUNDERED THE OLD G ROCERYMAN. “In a volce that made the windows rattle, The old man had forgotten his intended words, so sang such snatches of old ani mew songs as happened to come to his memory. The result was somewhat as follows: ©Oh, believe me if all those endearing young charms Were to—Swim out, 0'Grady, swim out! ‘Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone, And his name is read above his head; you can see it If you rubber. T'd offer you this hand of mi Just because she made them -§00 eyea. . . . . > e Gray dawn was breaking next morning Wwhen the Bad Roy woke up in his bed at the hotel to find the Old Groceryman standing ruefully clutching at the foot- board. “That—that steered me up Toombs residence you ags began the oll man sternly, “lsn’t nothing but a prison.” “You don't y gasped the Bad Boy, and he buried his face in the plllow to hide his grief. “Yes, I do say so!” thundered the Old Groceryman. “And, morepver, iIf I thought you'd got me into a fix like that on purpose whr—why—well, there’d be a whole lot of carriages drivin' very slow behind you. That's all. "And the Old Grocervman stamped off to his own room without awalting = reply GEORGE W. PECK.