The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-07-30

JUDGE CELLERS.
A Character Sketch.

kin, when, like Sairy Camp. he felt 80
dispoged," without the oarkeeper assist
anee.
least he was wont to say. "even though
I am forced to 90 little crooked on my
| Democracy occasionally.
Truth TO say the shadiness Of Demo.
cratic doctripe-the full-bodied article-in
! the columns Of the Herald, was not closely
noticed by the Benlclans, who, even at
tbst time, had not quite recovered from
the disappointment of having been thrown
over on the State capital question. They
did not much care whether the politi-
cal school kept or not Old Billy Nc
Daniels, a dyed-in-the-wool Jacksonian,
an expert euchre-pl and a quasi
lawyer. who appalled, the ignorant by the
size of his Flaw" library, made up almost
entirely of Patent Office reports-Major
Billy felt it his duty, however to haul
Cellers over the Goals occasionally on the
quality and quantity of his Democracy.
He'd meet him. perhaps, At Weineman's
old Solano Hotel on a winter evening,
when it was cold without, and live-o
fire made the air warm and comfortab BILE
within.
''Celler.," the old man would begin
shutting carelessly a well-worn pack of
the "papes." by way of inviting some one
to game-''how's that rag of your'n this
week? thought We were Roin' to hev q
sound Democratic paper in this yer burg,
but I'll be = eff thar's line in that og-
goned Herald OF your'n even sauintin'
that way. If thar be, l can't find it,"
Major Billy was an authority and a
power in the village. and Cellers b ad TO get
his best work in tn placate him. He would
let the old man wear himself out in OBJ
jurgati0n. and the interview was generally
followed by the two toddling off to Luke
Bonds, further down the street, where the
whisky barrel was on the treStle and ready
to assert itself. After the editor gave the
old politician pannikin or two of Monon-
gahela he was willing TO cGndone the Her
AIDS political sins q omission and commits
sion, and Cellers sent him off with prom
Use to do better for the party in the future.
Then. again, delegates from the Demo-
cratic operatives OF the Pacific Mall Steam
ship Works 1T Bottle Hill would wait On
Celers in the printing office after they
had finished work for the day, particularly
on Saturday evening. With voices like
Stentors, and loaded down to the Plmsol
line with bad whisky. they were apt to
make things unpleasant. When they came
it was bad quarter of an hour for Gel
lers. He generally got behind the hand
press in the corner and listened to what
the walking delegates had to say. With
the wall behind him and the bed of the
press between himself and the hard
handed sons of toll. he felt be had vantage
ground.
well. BOYS, how are you this evening,
and what's the news over at the Hip"
This with slight tremor of apprehen sion
in his voice.
News be hanged" the angry spokes-
man would respond; "we don't get much
news or anything else in this raper OF
yours. We come here to find out. if we
can. what are you givin' Us. anyhow, in a
political way. If you are a Democrat, why
don't you histe yer colors? IF yer agin US.
why, then, say SD. No beating about the
bush. Do one thing or tother Elseways,
as far as we're concerned over at the
works. you can take yer blasted old paper
and go to - with it. Bottle Hill mas