Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-28

system, while the Pacific Coast Steamship
Company bring it in frequent communities
tion with San Francisco. 1t Is handsome
and agreeable city, healthful in location
and with a climate in praise of which
language has already been exhausted.
Like most American cities, San Diego is
full of life and activity and very methodl-
cal withal in the hurly burly OF its busi-
ness affairs. If movement be manifesto
tion of life it exists here to an intense de-
gree. The day is hardly long enough for
business transactions. But II this was the
case with those whose instincts and inclina-
tions hurled them into this whirlpool, it
did not apply to those lives which were
drawn out into interminable rounds OF
leisure. When things come to -standstill
time becomes great laggard-
And this was Mrs. Allaire's experiences
after the sailing of the Dreadnaught. Since
her marriage her husbands labors had en-
tered more or less into her life. Even when
he was not absent on trip, Captain John
relations with the house of Hollister q Co.
kept him busy Besides the part which Ihe
took in the business affairs of the firm, he
had been commissioned to watch the con-
struetion of the clipper ship, Of which he
was destined to be the commander. With
what zeal, yes, almost affection did he super
wise the work, even to its smallest detalisi
It was like the loving care of the man who
is engaged in building q home in which to
end his DAYS. But it was even more than
this, for ship is not only house, 1t is not
only an instrument of fortune, it is fabric
of wood and iron to which precious human
lives are to be entrusted. Moreover, is 1t
not, as it were, a detached fragment OF ma
tive soil, which is borne back home by wind
and wave only to be carried away again, and
which, in the end, destiny unfortunately
does not always permit to return to the
port out of which it first drifted? :,
Molly had very frequently accompanied
Captain John to the shipyard: These tim
bers resting upon the inclined keel, these
ribs so like the skeleton Of some vast ma
rine mammal, this planking already in posi-
tion This hull with its complex outlines.
this deck pierced by the broad matches for
loading and unloading, these masts lying on
the ground biding their time to be placed IN
position, the interior arrangements, the
crews quarters, the quarterback and It's
cabins-was not all this sufficient to interest
her? Was it not her husbands life and the
life of his companions, which the Dread
naupht would shield from and defend against
the gales of the Pacific? Hence there was
not a single plank which in Molly's lmagl-
nation Captain John might not In some
emergency stand In neeQ OF IOT Lne sdlSty VI
his life: nor did blow of a hammer resound
amid all the noise and turmoil of that ship
ward which did not find an echo In her
heart.
John took pleasure in initiating her in
the mysteries of the work, pointing out the
destination of each piece of metal, explain
ing to her the vessels speed as indicated by
the plan of construction. Molly learned to
love this ship, of which her husband was to
be the soul and, next to God, the mastsrl
The house occupied by John Allaire stood
upon one of the loftiest terraces of the
heighths which shut in the north side of the
bay. 1t was a sort of Swiss cottage, sur
rounded by garden containing orange and
olive trees and shut in by a plain wooden
fence. A ground floor. with yeranda in
front, upon which opened the front door
and the windows of the parlor and dining
room, a second story with balcony extend
ing its entire length, and above this the gable
end, the sloping rafters Of which were
richly carved-such was this very simple,
but very attractive, habitation. The parlor
and dining room, modestly furnished, occu-
pied the ground floor, above them were two
rooms, Mrs. Allaire's and one devoted to
the comfort of little Walt; in the rear there
was small annex used for the kitchen and
the servants This was the home in which
the captains wife must now face the long
hours of absence. The baby's nurse and