Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-09-11
Planned by a Red-Haired Bow.


At high noon yesterday large gentle
man, who was distinguished by pleasing
rotundity of person, pair of singularly
graceful whisllers and an alluring smile,
emerged from the doorway of No. 20 West
Thirty-iifth street, carrying in his arms the
elaborate apparatus of an amateur photog-
rapher. He picked his way daintily across
the street. AT the same moment an acute
observer might have seen @ red-haired boy
with wart on his nose slip off of the fire
plug on the corner, wink at a profigate
companion. aud DRIFT slowly up the street
toward DR.. C. NJ. Richmond, the we'll
known amateur photographer, who had by
this time mounted his camera on its three
rather insecure-looking legs, and was stand
ing beside il with an air of easy negligence,
while he directed the grouping of party
of friends on his doorstep. The doctor
was attired in bright yellow-and- blue
polo cap, short velvet smoking
jacket, white duck trousers and pair of
extremely fetching slippers, the ground
work of which was green velvet, with q
dashing superstructure of pink beads. The
auburn-ha boy looked at him for mo-
ment, as he stood there in the triumphant
glare of the MONDAY sun, and then re-
marked to his brother:
Pipe his whiskers Jimmy"
An fur huven's sake, said the other,
git onto de moccasins."
? With such honest and enthusiastic ex-
pressions of admiration rs these, the two
small boys fell into group which might
be said to personify Esteem.
Meanwhile, the doctor having finished
his instructions to his friends across the
way, partially disappeared behind a parti-
colored quilt which hung over the breach
of the camera. Upon this the friends rose,
with many expressions of satisfaction, and
went into the house. Presently the doctor
emerged ard said:
Now, then, please-eh? Why, bless
my soul, they've gomez.
HDe went aroun' de corner, while vouze
was under cover" said the boy with the
wart on his nose. " \ woman just fell
dead by de fire plug, an dey went to see
her"
4 pedestrian who chance1 to be passing
at the time stumbled heavily over a string
that was stretched across the walk. One
end of the string was attached TO the fence
the other TO one of the legs of the camera.
An instant later there was Wild tumble
of the doctor, the camera, the quilt and
the pedestrian, while the boy with the wart
appropriated the polo cap and drifted care
lessly down the street.
The day had grown warm. The sun
beat down with merciless fury on the
chaotic group where the camera had stood,
and when the doctor emerged from the
struggle with many affable apologies to the
pedestrian he seemed bit flurried.
No offense, sir, l hope" he gasped
courteously as he mopped his brow.
"Well, dunno" said the stranger, with
discriminating air, as he pulled himself
together; there is various ways Of enjoy
ing the summer season, but / mus say if
Pm asst that it amt my idea of glee for to
be slung on my face on the pavemint first
an then have large party fall on my left
lung afterward."
But the doctor did not hear. He was
absently feeling of the top of his head.
why, where" he asked excitedly,
where's my colo pap-my polo cap?"
Did yez take notice of dat dere red
headed tarrier, what wuz wild me?" said
the sole remaining element of the former
group of Esteem, as he looked innocently
up into the doctors face:
Yes, of course / saw him."
"Well, he juggled Dat dern cap Of yer
head, and walked off wild it while yez waz
on de groun' wild dis gent here
"Where'd he go?"
up dat way" snid the boy, pointing in
| the opposite direction to the one his COM
panion had taken Without an instant's
hesitation the doctor plunged up the
street with such earnestness that the beaded
slippers battered on the walk like the roll
of military drum. Thereupon the boy
took the embroidered quilt from the
breach of the camera, and sedately and
solemnly strolled off to join his friend.
This left the pedestrian alone with the
camera. He was q large pedestrian, with a
rugged face, horny hands, a resenttul eye
and coarse, inelegant, cowhide boots. He
looked at the camera, and bit his nails. He
glanced up and down the street, stood q
moment IN deep thought, and then, with a
hoarse laugh of savage exultation, he
drew back, kicked the camera over the
fence, and fled in the wake of the boy.-N
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