The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-07-22
From the San Francisco Post,l
singular Family Meeting.
A SAN FRANCISCO STORY.

SAN FRANCISCO STORY.
The old government buildings on Wash
ington street are making way for the APP
praiscr's stores, and with them will disap-
pear the mouldy book vendors, the candy
merchants, the marking ink culogists, and
all those traders who have so long made
this place their rendezvous. There is
little story in connection with these build
ings which the writer learned from gen.
tlcman who knew the parties concerned.
Like many of the incidents which occur
daily in this country of change and excite
mcnt it has II strong piece of romance, and
would not furnish II bad plot for the scnsa-
liona wccklics. Every day FOR five years.
no matter how heavily the Winter rain
came down, or the gusly Summer wind
swept from the hill tops, an old man took
up his position near the pOstollicc, and sat
until dusk behind his tray of assorted can
dies Children ON their way to mail or de-
maud letters, patronizcd the old candy
merchant. lie appeared to shun acquaint-
anceship with his professional brethren,
and no matter what novelties they intro
duccd in their business, he kept aloOf from
competition, and adhered strictly to the
sweet stuffs. Among the customers came
one day bright-cycd, ncatly-drcsscd ur-
chin, who put down his five cents and
boldly demanded its equivalent in mo-
l;isscs candy. While the old fellow wrap
ped it up in the scanty piece of brown
paper, he looked wistfuly into the
urchins eyes. The boy took his
candy and went off with his mouth
full The next day the little chap turned
mp again. and again purchased his five
cents worth of cardy. One morning the
candy merchant, while wrapping up his
young customers purchase, asked the name
of his patron. The candy man Immediate
ly removed his tray to the care of fellow
merchant, and told the boy he would ac-
company him to his mothers house. The
boy conducted him to "A pleasant residence
on Bryant street. His mother opened the
the door, and the moment her eyes fell on
the candy merchant she threw her arms
around him, and sobbng violently, called
him "Father.' 1t appears that at one
time the candy man was well-to-do mer-
chant in Portland Me- His eldest daugh-
ter eloped with a gambler, man who had
very hard reputation in that town. On
coming to California, however, he gave up
his regular encounters with the ''tiger
and devoted himself to specializing in min
ing stock. He was fortunate, grew
wealthy, bought real estate, and won the
name of being an honorable and generous
man. His wife wrote back to Portland
but her letters were returned for her father
had failed in business, her mother was
dead, and the other members of the family
settled in New York. The old man then
came to California, and not knowing OF
his daughters whereabouts, and after many
unsuccessful efforts finally went to selling
candy. Something in the little boys face
reminded him of his daughter, and when
he heard the name he remembered the
handsome gambler against whom he had SC
often warned his wilful child. The reunion
was happy one, and the candy profession
has lost one of its members.