The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 15, 1903, Page 7

NDAY CALL., demands attention e to the most minute detall the the { course, the envelope must per, and it should be of such one folding is necessa st an endless variety of ve received the stamp of the creamy white always marked preference. Many ¥ 2 or lavender, or R W border, or some ale tone which are also who loves originality varies e e e . When the or- order cy as they bond papers are imperial vellum in quite as swell and is e. A pongee bond iart and are shown > THE THIRTEENTH DISTRICT A NEW LITERARY MAS- TERPIECE OF LOVE AND POLITICS IN WASH- INGTON BEGINS IN THE NEXT SUNDAY CALL ——t in great quantities, but they are far too expensive to ever make them commonly used. The greatest novelty in stationery is a vegy thin white envelope lined with & tinted tissue paper. Just a Suspicicn of color makes them very d y. and if one es a certain color In all thin it is de tfully characteristic. The very thin paper always will be used more or less. Postage on heavy European letters amounts to something i & short time, and almost unconsclous- 1y one turne to & thin Egyptian-linen. It is strong but light in weight, which is its chief recommendation. Crests and monograms are quite ordi- nary, but a st essential to a fit girl's accessories. The address dle stamps the aper at the center near the top of the first page: but when a crest or monogram is used the address is written at the right hand side. Py A sort of family a name of the str s nue,” or if It is a ir is to give the 34 Van Ness ave- sountry place to have engraved “Fdgewatcr, Burlingame.” Then the entire family can use the same pa- per apd not make -such a hele in their joint bank account. 7 Naturally the crest means by far the most. It is made to impress one with the dignity of & family tree as old and as honorable as the hills, but when one stops to consider that crests and trees for that matter are iisted at a price some of the luster fades and passes away. But be that how it may, a crest is a crest “for a’ that and a’ that,” and if you can beg, bOTTOW or steal one vour sta- \tionery will reach the required height of smartness. QGather the peas on a warm, dry day, shell theni, and gather out the finest and evenest—carefully rejecting any in the jeast blemished—put them into wide- mouthed bottles (the patent-stoppered bettles are the best), and screw down the stcppers as tightly as possible. Wrap these bottles in hay or old cloths (to pre- yent their knocking together when the water bolls), and set them in a botler or large fish kettle, with cold water up to the shoulder of the bottles; bring this water well to the boil, then draw.it to R TMEINA S04 g gas ring, turm off the gas and boiling point for about two hours, keep- leave the bottles untouched till perfect- the side of the stove, and keep it at this if on & ing the van covered all this time. Now lift the pan from the fire, or better still 1y cold, when they should be dried,.-the stoppere tightened down as closely as (Continued From Page Five.) him. For a minute they came hot. “What the blazes do ¥ mean by bringing in an engine in that condition?” choked Doubleday, pointing to the blown machine, “I thought you wanted the mail,” wink- ed Jimmie. “How the devil are we to get the mail with you blocking the traek two hours?" demanded Callahan, insanely. “Why, the mail's here in these box- cars,” answered Jimmle Bradshaw, pointing to his bobtail train. “Now, don’t look daffy, like that: every sack is right here. I thought the best way to get the mail here was to bring it. We're forty minutes late, ain't we? Doubleday waited te hear no more. Or- ders flew like curlews from the superin- tendent and the master mechanic. They saw there was a life for it yet. Before the fire brigade had done with the trucks a string of new mail cars was backed down beside the train. Ths relleving mail crews waiigng at the Bend took hold and a dozen extra men helped them sling the pouches. The 1014, biowing porpoisewise, was backed up, and the Yellow Mail, re- habilitated, rejuvenated and exultant, started up the gorge for Bear Dance, only fifgy-three minutes late, with Hawks- worth in the cab. hat up, Frank, you're no good on earth,” sputtered Dou- bleday at engineer. And Frank Hawksworth did make it up, and the Yel- low Mail went on and off the West End on the test and into the Slerras for the Coast on time. “There's a butt of plug tobacco and transportation to Crockett's coming to thiese bucks, Mr. Doubleday,” wheezed Jimmie Bradshaw uncertainly, for with the wearing off of the strain came the idea to Jimmie that he might have to pay for it himself. “I promised them that,”™ he added, “for helping with the transf It it hadn't been for the blankets L] weuldn't have got off for another hour. They chew Tomahawk, rough and ready preferréd, Mr. Doubleday. H'm?” Doubleday was looking off Into the 3 yard. or if corked dip the head of the © “You've beenm on a freight run some bottle in bottle wax. Store in a cool, dry place, and, if properly done, they will Keep till the next season easily. . time, Jimmie,”” sald he, tentatively. ‘Fhe Indian detachment was crowding in prétty close on the red-headed engineer. “If you'll take care of my contract, Doubleday, we'll call square. I'm not looking as much as I was.™ mall contract,” resumed f ely, “and it won't be your fault if we don't—we may need you on one of the runs. you ought to have one. Jimmie shook his head. *I don’t want one, don't nd Just fix these gentle- men out with some tobacco before they scalp me, will you?" The Indians got their leaf, and Bucks got his contract, and Jimmie Bradshaw got the pick of the runs on the Yellow Mail, and ever since he’s been kicking to get back on a freight. But they don't call him Bradshaw any more, When the head brave of the hunting party received the butt of tobaseo on be- half of his company he looked at Double- day with digni pointed to the sandy engineer and spoke freckled words in the Sloux. That's the way it eame abo - shaw holds the belt for the F\Ih.f';v!n,rstl‘d Axe to Medicine Bend; but he never goes any more by the name of Bradshaw, and from that day west of McCloud, every- whers up and down the mountains, they have given Bradshaw the name the Sfoux gave him that day—Jimmie the Wind. p ) ST +* THE . THIRTEENT! DISTRICT A NEW LITERARY MAS- TERPIECE OF LOVE AND POLITICS IN WASH- INGTON BEGINS IN THE NEXT SJUNDAY CALL = s dls o+