The morning call., 1893-01-30

slant a very handsome woman walked
gracefully into the room. She lost no time
IN telling NE what she wanted and soon
realized that she was the woman with the
hobby for gables and poetry. Not being in
The employ OF the city decided To risk Mr..
EIlert's health al d happiness by at once
admitting her TO his presence.
We'll, Mr.. Mayor" she began, 1--WE
called once more TO get permission TO con-
struct the gables on my house. Right now
desire that you order policeman to act
as sentry In order that l shall not be again
disturbed in my poetic labors.
but, madame"
Never mind; I'll take no butts I've
waited long enough. Send up the biggest,
bravest officers on the force. Now, listen
to me. Perhaps you think Pm not poet
Listen TO me-"
Mayor Ebert leaned ard looked the mar
tyr that he is, while the woman unroled a
manuscript and began TO read something
that sounded like this:
The day wore slowly and 7, fol weary.
Was prone TO rest my head upon my hand:
Fer thoughts Oppressive made the hour seem
orearY-
Soon balmy dreamand was at my command.
VERY WELL" said Mr.. Ebert, but must
now go and attend meeting OF the City
Hall Commissioners" and the modern mar
tyr slid away.
Then escorted the visitor to the corrid or
and she shook hands over her good by"
The next visitor who appeared before me
was raw-boned youth, who claimed that
he had Just completed walk from New
York.
81 arrived in San Francisco just three
hours too late to " In the wager" said he,
''and want the Mayor to give me money
enough to get back. After | arrived here
l Ielegraphed TO New York 10 one of my
hackers, but the answer was that he had
gone to Europe. So. you see, must raise
money enough to get honsr. even il l am
compelled 10 lecture on my journey.
''Did you walk all the way out?" was
asked.
Yes"
"Then you can walk back" was my de-
cision, as | instructed the messenger 10
show him out.
My conduct may appear cruel, but rec
ognized the visitor as fraud Who had been
going around the city for weeks, telling
every one who would listen about his gre IT
pedestrian feat.
Next came pretty little girl. who wiped
tears from her big blue eyes as she related
in trembling tones how the dogcatchers had
taken away her pet terrier.
Mamma told me 10 come here" she ex-
planned, 'and tell Dir. Ebert all about 1t.
She says be Is the head Of the city papas
and can get Fido out Of the Pound."
The tear-stained lass was promptly shown
into the inner sanetum and told to wait for
Inc MhEOT, just tDeD MT. Newman re-
turned and the little girls story so touched
him that he promptly wrote a note and told
her TO deliver it to Poundmaster Partridge.
III less than two hours the girl returned
with her pet terrier in her arms. "Pve got
my Fldo," she exclaimed jOy0usly, land
those norrid men will never get him again
Eve got tag and they'll not dare to touc /
him any more. Pm so glad. Here's let
ter from mamma"
When the assistant martyr read the words
OF gratitude from the gr's mother he fol
more than repaid for his trouble. ~
have made my lite girl happy" ran the
letter, 'and as she is all tie Grid
how can ever repay you for the Kind
ness?"
While we were discussing the incident
lady walked into the room, ard, " Ithout q