Weekly Trinity journal., 1871-02-18
SAN FRANCISCO LETTER.
FROM opR REGULAR CORRESPONDENT.

Tom Mooney, the great inancier, will not al
low his memory to be forgotten. Every few
weeks he sends an epistle from Brussels, pro-
testing against the aspersions cast ON his fair
fame, and making out that if there is an injured
innocent in Belgium's capital, Thomas is the
given and Mooney the surname of that indvid-
ual. His last effort in the epistolary line is a
communication to legal firm in this city, al
most as lengthy as the list of Thomas mis-deeds
He says that when he left San Francisco there
was balance of $500 due to him from the
Savings and Loan Society and ample funds in
the safe to meet all accruing liabilities. He
bitterly denounces General Cazneau and some
of the banks directors accuses them of making
scapegoat of him to cover their own malad-
ministration and concludes with the intimation
that he de6es the State of California and all it's
emissaries to moest him in his present retreat.
But Notwithstanding this special pleading it will
take great deal of ink and paper to convince
any sensible man that the whilom anti-coolie
candidate for Governor is one iota more of a
saint than any Of the less fortunate swindlers
cooped up in San Quentin, and the less Mr..
Mooney says about the matter the better it will
be for his own reputation. AT present it looks
as if his name for years to come would be n syn
onym fer brass, demagogism and commercial
rottenness.
OPENING OF THE EARTHQUAKE SEASON.
The earthquake season opened on Wednesday
with very slight shock, SO slight indeed that
but for confrmatory kilograms from San Jose
and Santa Cruz, we should hardly have known
that there was 1t is nearly year since we
had anything like an unmistakable vibration,
one that man can swear to with an easy con-
science, and we have almost forgotten what the
sensation is like. They furnish such excellent
material for parlor conversation, that it is pity
they do not come oftener.
POLICE JUDGES SIMPLICITY.
/ was somewhat amused yesterday morning
while in the Police Court, at Judge Sawyer's
real or assumed surprise when an unfortunate
vagrant testified that a special officer had told
him he could steal where he pleased as long as
he kept off of his (the special's) beat, and that
there was one man, even in that sacred precinct,
from whom he could plunder with impunty, be-
~~NSN HN N'uh P"J mo uiVHthiJ HuOb" W IuC
said "iocal." Judge Sawyer seemed to think
that such moral depravity was unaccountable,
considering that the " local ~ was neither a SEN
ator nor Supervisor, thereby showing that he
was not over and above well posted in the dark
ways of the silver starred gentry. There is no
such autocrat in San Francisco as
THE LOCAL POLICEMAN.
He exercises despotic sway on his beat. He
walks his block with consciousness of irressti-
BILE power. He represents respectabiity, keep
ing crime in awe and feels the full weight of his
responsibility. If you have a specimen of the
genus in your locality, you have probably OBJ
served what a knowledge he affects of human
nature, how well posted he is in pioneer history
and how profoundly versed in criminal lore |
He is conscious of being a natural born detect |
i've, and only wants opportunity to develop into
Rose or Lees Here he patronizes the corner
grocery man with the air of a monarch, and
drinks his whisky and takes his cigar as If he
was comforting favor by so doing. Perched
on dry goods box in some dark corner he and
the regular officer while away the night in ex-
changing adventures or planning deep plots the
denouement Of which will be in the Police
Court. Once a month when collection day
comes round, our local sinks the official and as
sumes the character of hard working, lily paid
and conscientious citizen-viglant there is
not word in the dictionary to express it, How
freely he then spends his two bits at the corner
grocery, or sympathetcally condoles with the
baker about hard times tells Mr.. Smith of the |
suspicious character he watched for three nights |
in succession, and nearly throws Mrs. Jones into |
Mysteries by the account of the fellow he saw
lettering round her back yard. Woe be to the
man that refuses to pay the local. Calamity
will dog his footsteps and adversely overtake his
window pane. Misfortune will be his heritage |
and disaster will be his daily experience. l
once knew
MAN THAT WOULDN'T PAY THE LOCAL.
He was a Dutchman and drove an express
wagon. He lived near the corner of Clay and
Powell streets, and delighted in dogs and chick
ems. The retribution with which an indignant
Providence visited that man was something fear
ful. First his loaf of bread left by the baker
outside the door, disappeared every morning.
Then his milk can would persist in upsettng it.
self and spilling the milk all over the steps. |
Then his Chronicle was stolen with the utmost
regularity and his pet rooster fell victim to q
prowling Chinaman. About that time he spoke
to the local and intimated that there was some
90 tam rascals round" but that officer did not
know anything about 1t and couldn t worry him
self for man that didn't pay. The next week
that Dutchmans house became thief haunted
and his life burden to him. Stones crashed
through his windows in the dead of night,
washing tub left in the back yard was carried
away, then a cord of stove wood and two bales |
of hay. His clothes line was stripped, and first
six, then eight of his chickens departed no one
knew whittier, his dog was arrested by the
pound keeper, and the tarpaulin of his wagon
made itself scarce. Then he was put on a sue
cession of coroner's juries, and the poll tax man
got hold of him, and his horse strayed from the |