The daily gazette., 1881-09-07
The Tables Turned.

| The Tables Turned.
| A communistic person identified with
| the dangerous classes of the COmstock
| and notorious for his disregard of truth
| and contempt for vested rights, has just
| returned from visit to San Francisco.
| This morning he endangered the good
name of the Chronicle by entering its
editorial room. The nihilist declared
that he had "a good thing on Stanford
and Steve Cage" but he supposed the
Chronicle, like the rest of the corrupt
and time serving press, would be afraid
TO publish 1t.
srell your story" said the editor with
dignity, and gazing inquiringly at the
boot of the socialist, which was resting
upon the editorial table. The boot res
NAMED there, however, while the follow
Ing ridiculous narrative was delivered.
It's fine weather at the bay and every
body who can afford 1t takes spin oc-
easlonally out Of the dust and heat. Last
Saturday Stanford and Gage were walk
Ing along Kearney street, and when they
got TO the corner Of Bush the Governor
took off his hat, wiped his brow and re-
| marked:
"Steve, it's too hot for anything. What
| do you say to breath of fresh ARP"
aHave we timeP" inquired Mr.. Gage,
pulling out his watch. SO did the Gov
ernor, who replied:
"There isn't anything very pressing
for couple Of hours, guess, and we
may as well take spin out to the park.
1t isn't worth while TO have out my hor-
ses. Let's take hack, aud then we can
enjoy walk when we get there. tn
be better than riding around tine drives"
So they got into coupe aud were
driven out to Golden Gate park. At the
entrance the Governor aud Gage align
ted,
"What's the fare?" asked the Cover
nor.
"On'y SIS, Guv'nur."
"Whati" yelled Stanford and Gage In
the same breath.
Fifteen dollars" repeated cabby, IN
buttoning his coat and splitting on his
hand.
"But my good man." protested the
Governor, 'ssueh q charge is xo'bitant.
The law confines you TO q certain price
for your services and you can be srres-
ted and punished for such violation of
the ordinance"
"Hang the law !" growled cabby. "My
money bought and paid tor this hack
an horses, an the essence of ownership
10 CONTROL"
"Hem p' coughed the Governor, look
| ing slyly at Steve, who began to grin.
"That's all when applied to my rail-
roads, but-but-er--n If you
charge us fifteen dollars to bring US to
hA nork Whaf aarfh Unnlh
charge us to the Cliff House ?"
"Fiften dollars"
"From here"
"No; from The CITY,"
"But it's twice the distance !"
eyes, but it's q competitive point.
Fifteen to the park, five to the Cliff. No
boggin' about 1t. Through rate to the
Cliff, local rate back to park added
just as you fellows do when you charge
$500 for drawing q carload of stuff from
New York to Frisco, and make 1t $500
If you drop che car at Elko, about 500
miles nearer New York"
1t was Stevens turn to cough and the
Governors to grin.
"Well," said the Governor with sigh,
stake us to the Cliff."
At the Cliff House the Governor and
Stephen drank their beer and smoked a
cigar, and listened TO the barking of the
seals, and filed their lungs with the sea-
breeze. Suddenly Steve clapped him
self on the leg and cried out
"By Jove, Governor l forgot that
lot of coal of Smiths that the sheriff is
to sell at 3 O'Clock. It's now. If we
miss that chance to save at least
Thousand dollars will be gone."
"GoOd Heavens I" cried the Governor
snatching out his watch, "let's hurry
back at once. Driver Oh, driver |"
"Here, sir" answered cabby, who Ad
been leaning over the balcony paIapet
within ear-shot, "here, SIR"
ave want to return to town immedi-
ateiy," cried Mr.. Gage.
"Ya-as, l s'pose so, said cabby, slowly
chewing q straw, "but I'll take my pay
In advance, If It's all the same to you,
gents"
The Governor growled something be-
tween his teeth and rendered SIS.
"Talnt enough" said cabby, con
temptuously.
ain Heavens name, how far will your
sxtortion gop" snorted the Governor.
"How much do you wantp"
Five hundred more" calmly replied,
| the hackman.
"Hey ?" shrieked Steve an the Gov
ernor.
"FIve hundred, an not cent less,
repeated cabby.
"How sir-er-damnie, sir how do
you dare ask such o price for driving
| two gentlemen four or five miles ?"
sputtered the Governor.
81 bases my Charge on what the
traffic will BEAR" replied the hack
man with grin. If laters is sellin in
Los Angeles at fifty cents bushel and
at 90 a bushel at Tuscon, you fellers
charge the poor devil of q rancher
$3.50 a bushel to pack his taters to
Tuscon and gobble all the profit. Now
amt as hoggish az that. l heered
Mr.. Gage says II he could git into town
by Q o'clock he could make thousand
dollars. As there amt no other hack
here, Pm as good monopoly for this
wunst a. any blasted railroad on
earth but amt 10 greedy. I don't
want all you can make by usin' my