The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 3, 1903, Page 13

Romantic Histery of the Strange 0/d-Time Robert THE SUNDAY CALL. Friend of . a sho sig M w & e a € s wa keep f a r shaw . ¢ 4 b sia ¢ w r \ W m 1 d v Kk w I 1 er te » dics g ge:s with himse.f | to make, upor er by his shall be neces to keep & without pres red ipitula- grim cond sume f for.ituae them we rs ago wh the prett ser the handsom light and sweet nothir Simoneau dashing young foreigne love with a it i main one B € the towr After n battle he won. Then came the Sorh: £ the same problem that causes youths of all ages to think deeper than anything 0 clse e said as she held a black Simoneau was ] raud e ead o closely that only call himself a E 1 ot the kind we then in @ m that live in studios and nd that it is e and she opened bliss, but the roving. restless nature that can make an honest dollar in any land the kind of a man who would willingly . t with stray guest ¢ v - add 1 cheer me staur which he e men and when Stes nis coast secking heal se to his tender mercies ar R Watch for ihi Supplem:znt with t .e Next.... i..SUNDAY CALL.. “Did 8 first came dowr ever By One of the Most Fam- ous Pain:ers in the Werld. As ¥ stely free. e = coseveit at tne Stores would ccst $1.50 B on have here? “Well, nothing worth speaking of but rs of Monterey .ART MASTERPIECE.. FREE-Sunday, May 10-FREE MAGNIFICENT DECORATIVE PORTRAIT OF PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT. portraits ever made of the Pres roduced in delicate flesh tints on a + painting that it le hard to tell the ident Roosevelt will be In 1id opportunity to get a good picture If You Tried {0 Buy this Picture of President it Eeau iful Art Bay ything when he 1 asked my host FF PR ’ i i_,..»‘-&u o IMONERYV WHERE /PaBERY Louls O TEVENSON the itch,” was his answer, “and he lost even thet.” Robert Louis Stevenson, one of our best known authors and a man of tremendous intellect, spent happy care-free months in that humble little cottage, roaming about at wilk and culling material for the works that were to come. The un- failing delight that he always got out of eny journey, even though it was only a hundred miles more or less, is; shown vividly in his works, more especlally in hix “Ewsays and Travel.”” Wherever he went he was always looking for men who touched some part of his ideal of man- heod, and at the same time he feasted upon the beautiful and drew strong ple- tures in his mind's eye which he intended to call upon later. . His vivacity and his Mvely interest fn all things new and strange led him to live the joyous life of a boy. For hours he would sit and watch his friend mix, grind and spread the husks with meal, and the old-timers tell how he used to trudge along beside Simoneau when he went to deliver tamales. all the time jobbering French, and new and then #topping to make some comment upon the beautiful scenery which never failed to charm him. As years passed and each book follow- ed its predecessor, it in turn found its way into his friend’s hand always with an inscription. One reads, “If any man has ever been good to me, that man is Jules Simoneau.” Another ‘“To Jules Simoneau for Auld Lang Syne,” still yet “To my true and well-tried friend, Jules Bimoneau.” But the best of all is writ- ten on the fly leaf of “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekylli and Mr. Hyde.” “But the case of Robert Louis Stevenson and Jules Eimoneau—if one forgot the other—would be stranger stiil.” Such a tribute ie not allotted every one, but think what a great source of pride, satisfaction and delight it would be, if this loved master of words had written the same of you or me. Everything that he ever wrote is care- fully hoarded away in a small bamboo hcokcase. Each book is well thumbed and shows its constant reading, while the markers are letters written from various places, just where Stevenson chanced to be. Many of them are in French, as are a few of his inscriptions. “My friend, he speaks French almost as well as I, and T am a Frenchman,” Simoneni said as he read snatches from letters, “‘we always talk that way. I think quicker,” he added by way of ex- planation. “Do you know that people try ail ze time to buy these hooks from me. Think of it! They think I sell what bas been given me as a gift from my friend. Jules has not seen a day when he was hunary enough to even think of that. Not long agy, some time last summer, I think, a man come from Baltimore. Some way, I know not how, he heard of my poor little books, He come to me and say, ‘T will give you anything you will ask for them. 1 am making & collection of signatures.’ T say to this man: ‘You have not enough to make me give them up. I, too, am malung a collection.’ “But what do vou think he did? THe ‘brought his daughter all the way out here 1o mee and to try to get my books. Every day or so they come to visit and every day or so they go away sorry until th went home like this,” two empty wrinkled palms with a q ering little laugh. them here, and when I leave this hon that 1 have lived In for over r 1 hope somebody will care enough to k family. here the last time. for Bim, but he was too weak to com This 18 Ms last letter from Samoa.” heart thém in ze the deveted old even open it. Even when the man was fleeing from his grim enemy, even when he was too weak to speak for fear of having a hem- orrhage, he thought of his French com- rade and reminded him of the walks and “Content eyes his winters cighties, but t al ears. vexa seldom hav alone here. Bu am lonel busy ail the da books and = In a few ) same and he held out . was too f ten fingers to s At a recent talks they had both enjoyed so much, but Agrient which were never to be again. reported, 3 After this gifted man’'s untimely deatn eucalyptu » monument was set up to commemorate Delghborhor his memory There were roots of neight many men in long coats and silk hats, Which it wa but Mrs. Stevenson held the pick and I ma:,.‘:‘,;‘ s How many as that? jut. clsco. years, take another. 1 go. 1 am 83 now.” Judging from the merry twinkle in his Mis. Simoneau were the central.figures at the time of its erection. %1 was in good company. and You were not there,” g y at me; @nd you were not there.” young people could recall distinetly the faces of 100 people as vivid- He ls &3 years of age, poke with conviction, sooth, he knew well what he was talk 1 go not often to the city of San Fran- This was my first trip in twenty and 1 know not whether Once in every twenty years What do you think, mademoiselle, Stevenson and & plied the house glanc- “1 remember faces yet because, I sorptive power . had also was gre that altk ther I shall the ever ready wovements, one wou kad numbe steaming t had ugh This Aged Bohemian's Motto Is: Is Than Gold ! am Rich. | Have It.” laugh and hi amales. and then ;£ MOORE. invaded and its so that the COWSLIP. By e —————— H esssseseee THE NIGHT MAN'S STORY. THE STRIPED CHEST. THE GREAT IDEA. ADELIA IN ARCADY. THE LOST OPPORTUNITY. IZA ORNE WHITE. 'FOR THEZ HAND OF HALEEN. A DAUGHTER OF THE AURORA. 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