The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 26, 1902, Page 13

THE SUNDAY CALL. 13 vermnor as F u are seeking the Republican r ¢ for Lieutenant Governor you won't e to go very far to dis- ' £ on is 2 man ft you try the Republican State will learn it from. Inquiry there out the astonish- was at Sacr Oakland and x n Fran- same time. As 1 at none of these He was at the th however, were not > nce as might seem. aken only as to the day v next day Mr. Ander- to each and evel ater. c se s, with the single ex- c 8¢ to, between dawn ar t is near enough t t him to transact a vas s between poses for togr: rview with the “Re n candidate and his family at b in the matter of pictures he is neither » nor modest about his appearance, though he objects to ordinary studio P aphs because the retoucher al- v s on taking out all the lines t ke his racter or rather the aracter has made. ou would scarcely rec- his ¢ reason ) ognize him from hls campaign pctures, though if you were seeking him at the theater, where he very seldom goes, by the way, or anywhere else in the State for the matter o' that, you won't need his picture for identification. Just ask anybody to show you Alden Anderson and you will quickly find your man. You will marvel at this at first, for there is nothing in his appearance to attract special attention in a crowd ex- cept that he is invariably the center of the crowd. He is neither tall nor short, slight nor robust, very dark or very fair, nor given to eccentricities of any sort in dress or personal habits. After you have been in his cqmpany an hour or two you will cease to marvel at any- thing unless it is the realization that in that time he has learned all about you, while you have learned next to nothing about him. The Republican nominee—the man the ANDERSON:, State may have to look to In case of an unfortunate and unexpected crisis; that is, if he is elected—does not waste words. Economy of strength—concentration of ef. v around his seat ever changing cen at Their THo | ! Alden Anderson, Republican Nominee. e fort is what you would naturally expect from a man whose motto is ‘““He who bes- itates is lost”; and you are not disap- pointed in Mr. Anderson. He does not talk unless he has something to say, and when he does talk it is In the slow, mea- sured tones of one who has weighed every word before uttering it. He is brief and to the point—uncompromisingly brief—as is the way with men of alert minds, quick perception and deep insight. And he car- ries out his motto to the letter. “Pictures of my family at home?’ he repeated. *“Certainly. I'm going to Sac- ramento_to-morrow, but I'll stop off at home., You can have three-quarters of an hour. Will that be enough? All right. The train leaves at 7 a. m. I'll wire Mrs. Anderson and she will have everything in readiy 3 At 7a. m.—an unearthly hour to a news- paper man—he arrived at the ferry In leisurely fashion with time and to spare, and took breakfast on the boat surround- ed by men from all waiks of life. all of whom greeted familiarly, “Hello, Al- den; howdy.” They talked—and he listened. On deck after breakfast he was still surrounded by a crqwd—a different crowd. They talked—he listened. On the train his seat became the center of another crowd; still they talked, and still he listened. They were argumentative, persuasive, confidential—some almost bombastic, all of them tense. earnest talkers—the group as those among them reached their destination and dropped out. and the others moved up; but no matter what the subject— politics, business, farming, mining, ship- ping—the whole gamut of social and financial economy was gone through, he listened while they talked. But when at last he did speak—and it was never more than a few sentences s the end of a particularly strenuous argu ment—everybody else listened while he talked, and that particular argument was not resumed. And then you are quite prepared to learn that he is interested in a large s of way in fruit raising and fruit packing and fruit shipping in San Jose and Suisun and Contra Costa and Sacramento, where ‘he is manager of the new Fruit Exchange that has undertaken the conquest of the East on brand new lines: namely, to send fruit to cities where there is none and to keep it away from cities that are already glutted. And, as he entertained his visitors with the details of his diversified interests the while he transacted all the business in- cidental thereto, something of his mas- tery of men became more and more evi- dent and when finally he led the way to his home one's anticipation was quite ful- filled by the sight of a clean, white cot- tage, large and spacious and wide, spread- ing, setting well back from the street, comfortably shaded with carefully cul- tivated trees and beautified with beds of flowers and potted plants. Within full sight of thesstreet and yet quite screened about with clambering grapevines is a summer arbor, which, like everything else about the Anderson home, is large, cool and alry. And it is furnished—as is every room in the Anderson house—for comfort and not for show. Tn the big living room there is a piano and an immense music box. “Let’s have some music,” said Mr. An- derson, as he wound up the spring. “Are you fond of Sousa?’ he asked,"and with- out waliting for a reply added: “We are. I met Sousa in Sacramento a few days ago and was surprised to find that he is much more of a business man than his — reputation as a poser would suggest. His marches sound splendid in the music box, but there is only one fault I have to find with it.” And he looked pointedly at Mrs. Anderson. “What is it?” she asked. “You never play on the plano since we got it,”" he replied smilingly. “You don’t know. You are never here to hear me,” she answered, with a twin- kie in her eye, but he grew grave again at once. “This rush will soon be over,” he said. “It's not so much politics as the lateness of the fruit season this year, though both together have kept me away from home a great deal.” ‘“Have you been speaking much?” was asked. Vot at all,” he answered. made a single speech yet, suppose I will. I don't belleve much in speeches. People don’t want words. T want actlons. It's your friends that cc in politics as well as In business and cial life. In fact, “I haven't and I don’t friends make up all there is in life. Without them you can accomplish nothing worth while. You know Mrs. Anderson has been quite sick.” It was nothing,” “It was our little gi answered quickly. * he hastened to exp'ain: “onr "t tle girl has been having her baby aile ments very late In life. She st o9 a sickness of any sort until about a year ago, and then they came all at once— measles, croup, whooping cough, every- thing. We used to live In the vailey, but moved Into town on her account.” re not much social life here, is there?" asked. “Oh, indeed,” Mrs. Anderson re- plied. “Yesterday we drove about tem miles up the valley to a tea. It was beaut There were ever so many la- dies present. The house is surrounded by a great, comfortable veranda and we Lad tea in the open alr. Even the city cannot equal that.” “Here's the little one, mow,” Mr. An- derson interrupted, and a plump little 1 cyes and a quiet, retiring ma stealtnily from door to wita siy slipped door until could enter at a point nearer her father, when she cuddied bashfully into his lap and gave him a resvuading kiss of welcome. “She fe always very bashful before company,” said her mother in apology, “but you should hear her talk to her fam- ily of dolls.” And later she did talk to her tamily of dolls in a manner wholly free from guile, while the photographer caught snap shots of the pretty scene. “We have lots of fun playing house when Mr. Anderson is away, don’t we? It's vacation time aiways, them, fsn't it ““And when does Mr. Anderson get his vacation, and what does he do with it?" was asked “Oh, I expect to have time enough this winter,” he said. "“And as for recreation, 1 shall get plenty of that.” “And what will you do?" “Read parliamentary law. That's my hobby, you know. I've got a fine library, but I've been too busy to arrange it since we moved in{ here. But when this rush is over—"" He paused. The glance he and Mra Anderson exchanged told the rest. It is easy to see where his real-interest lies \