, 1890-04-20

Gentlemen, said he, Il am here to
act as the pail bearer Of Sandy Baldwin.
| shall do it, and those OF you who know
me know that | will do it. He cared lit
tie for the empty titles which the errors
of humanity bestow upon unworthy men.
lie knew his friends while living. He
knows them still. | was his friend. |
am nothing more than that now. If he
were be would endorse that sentiment. "
At that moment Mr.. Goodman stopped
and, taking hold of the casket. he gently
iolted 1t to test its weight. Alter he had
hetted it he said:
Now, gentlemen" and he looked like
a Numidian lion whose tail had been shut
into the door of the Coliseum by mistake.
or a Royal Bengal tiger. whose W pri-
vate martyr had been ruthlesslY ierked
away from him by means OF a string;
pride, pomp n circumstances can no
longer reach Sandy BALDWIN in that
mysterious country to which he has
gone. Empty titles and the false gla-
mour and glitter OF hollow honors cannot
bring the fash of pride to his pallid clay.
But friendly hands shall be the last to
touch his bier. No stranger shall bear
my friend away to his grave, for, by.
| will carry him myself"
Then he reached down and put his
strong arms about the casket of Sandy
Baldwin to shoulder 1t. But better iudg
ment moved the man who had charge of
the services and the original programme
W IS carried out.
Lawrence Barrett said it was at once the
Rrandest and the most ludicrous sight he
ever saw. There in the midst Of mourning,
on the most solemn and impressive of DC.
c%asions, stood a brave and defiant man, in
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dignified but lacked the necessary scope,
and with trousers which shuddered at the
idea of touching the earth by a foot or so.
With flashing eye and distended nostril
he deiied the entire programme, and
threatening to bear away the body of his
friend, like a true gladiator, he won his
case, and Sandy Baldwin went to his
grave surrounded by a little band OF plain
American citizens, followed by the titled
but over awed pail bearers. whose names
were respectively Messrs. Mud. Dennis
and others.
1t was beautiful.
Had been Sandy Baldwin at that mo-
ment, | should have made a superhuman
effort to make a few desultory remarks at
the grave.
Fresno is also noted latterly for having
among its citizens a gentleman named
Whisk, who has done well for a number
of years by attaching the baggage of va
riOus theatrical companies. | do not
mention this because | have any personal
grudge against Mr.. Whisk, for | am not
a theatrical company, nyether did he at
tach my baggage. On the contrary, he
bought a box and treated me well, but
Others murmur, and, | believe, with Just
cause, insomuch that the citizens of
Fresno kick with a loud and sonorous
kick, which extendeth even unit San
Francisco and even also unto the sound
which is to the north thereof.
Mr.. Whisk married in rather a roman
tic way, | thought. A Fresno gentleman
told me about 1t. He said that Mr..
Whisk was dong well in his attachment
industry there, and finally formed another
attachment for a very wealthy widow.
She feared. however, that he loved her
only as a brother, and also as one who
hath his eye on the bank accoun where
with she had been blcst.
So she said to him: ''Oh, darling. |
fear that my wealth hath taught thee to
love me, and if it we're to take wings
unto itself thou worlds also do the
same
Nay, G~weniolin," said NIT. Whisk.
softly, as he drew her head down Upon
his shoulder and tickled the lobe of her
little, cunning ear with the end of his
mustache. II love not thy dollars, but