The morning call., 1894-01-14
HERE AND THERE.

T1EKE AND fT1ERE.
de was an old gentleman with snow-white
hair, and the regular travellers by the $50
Sutter-street car had got to know him quite
well. AT one house on the line. TOO. bevy OF
children who crowded the windows to watch
the passing cars had become quite intimate at
long range with the old merchant by reason OF
his unvarying punctualiIy. Each morning at
20 minutes before 8 o'clock three bright-faced
girls and a boy Of about 10 years smiled good
morning to their friend, while French bOnne
held up the youngest Of the olive branches-a
laughing. curly headed little tot Of about
summers. The little one crOwed her delight
each morning when she esDied the old man
approaching, and beat the Window-panes
with chubby hands as she not infre-
quently waited Kisses TO her aged admirer.
A couple Of weeks ago there was change.
The children no longer crowded the windows,
and in consequence the old house appeared
gloomy. The ola man bent forward each morn
ing anticipating the daily welcome to be ac-
corded, only TO be again disappointed. Last
Monday, however, the dear children were again
In their accustomed place, but In clothing OF
somber black. The French bonne, too, was
there, but she no longer clasped "Baby Sweet
heart' In her arms. The loved and loving baby
was dead. The swift passing car bore the old
man past the house, but he did not nod to the
eyes, his lips quivered, and he raised his hat
from his head and the cold wind fiuttered his
scanty locks while he paid silent reverence to
the memory of baby Sweetheart"
An amusing incident In connection with the
footpad scare took place the other night on
Cough street, the participants being two prOmt
nent citizens. One of them. who is well known
around the new City Hall, got off McAlister-
street car and on glancing hastily around saw
the figure Of man on the opposite side of the
street. He kept his eyes fixed in that direction
and saw the man under surveillance put his
hand in his pistol pocket and pull out pistol.
The City Hall man quickly followed suit and
with his gun ia position started 10 cross the
street, when the other man slowly retreated.
The City Hall man walked briskly in the direc-
tion OF his home followed by the supposed foot
pad anG as he reached his own door he yelled
Pm home now, - you. Come on quick II
you want TO shoot" "Rello, Bill, is that you?"
came lhe lanswer, and both weapons were In
stantly lowered. They were next-door neigh
bors and each look the Other for foOtpad.
They bound themselves 10 secrecy, but the
story leaked out all the same.
1t was only baby. just a wee tot. too
young TO appreciate anything but the spectacu-
lar effects of 'Sndbad." 1t had come 10 the
matinee at the Grand with its parents-woTka-
day people, who nad taken an afternoon off in
search of amusement, and who, thanks TO a
friendly usher, had been seated among
the bald heads in the orchestra. Out of
place they were it seemed to everybody
except the baby. The little one was at
home. It's big blue eyes surveyed actors
and audience with impartial indifference, and
its prattle sometimes sounded above the trem.
olo of the second violin. 1t couldn't under
stand what coal -scuttle had TO do with an at
tempt to scuttle the ship, but 1t appreciated
the chilliDess OF the barn-lihe theater. So when
the premier posed on her toes. TO the despair
OF the chorus girls, it isn't strange that an au-
dible smile ran through the lower part of the
house. for shrill baby voice exclaimed.
Mamma, did foOtpad steal their clothes?"
The smallest paper in the world is published
at Guadalajara, in Mexico. Its title is Ell
TELEGRAPH, and underneath is the announce
ment that the paper is an independent weekly
periodical OF politics and varied news. The
monthly subscription is four cents, by mail five
cents, for this weekly is a cent publication. II
is printed In eight columns. each 412 inches
long and ~ inches wide, on thick MANILA
paper. And yet the staff includes an editor
and director, an administrators or business
manager, responsible man or capitalist and
printer. Among newspapers this tiny Sunday
journal certainly occupies unique position.
A Police Judge recently fined an interpreter
$40 for contempt The Interpreter positively
refused TO pay the fine, as he failed TO see
where the contempt came In The Judge wrote
4 letter to the Supervisors bringing the cOntu-
macious conduct of the interpreter TO their no
tice, and IL began to look blue for him. He
finally got tip and satisfied himself of its cor
rectness. The other day he ana the Judge met
accidentally. "Why don't you pay that fine ?''
said 1.-THE Judge, steinly. why don't you pay
the $50 fine for contempt which was imposed
upon you when you were an attOrney?" re-
torted the interpreter. Shake" said the
Judge; "we'l call il quits"
A strange fatality is attaching itself 10 Al
catraZ Island. Not long ago DR.. DeitZ the sur
geon, killed himself after numbering his wife
on the island. Then the lightbouse-keeper at
tempted suicide by cutting his throat. few
months passed and Sergeant Harris shot him.
self in the military prison, and only week ago
young Miss Barbara Fern. the dressmaker, who
paraded Market street in bridal dress and was
committed TO the insane asylum, returned from
AlcatraZ, where she bad been employed at her
trade by officers wives. AleatraZ turned Miss
Ferns mind. Officers and men on the island
are asking who's turn next?'
night that la0y had been attacked by foot
pad at Sutter and Larkin streets. Naturally
enough. she was terrified. In her fright she
ran down Suffer street to Hyde.