The morning call., 1894-03-23

goods are gone, and so is Hubbard, and
his brOther-musicians allude to bim no
longer as great landed proprietor, but in
more humble language they speak of him
as ''biIk."
It was at o'clock on Wednesday morn
ing that the great cIsEionet player locked a
trunk that was not his OWL, went to the
window of his room on Point Lobos ave-
nue-a room, alas, for which he owed the
rent-and by the light Of the moon con-
suited gold watch which he had bor-
rowed and forgotten to return. Then the
gifted virtuoso. seeing that the hour for
shaking off the dust of the San Francisco
sand hills from bis feet had arrived man.
fully shouldered his trunk and stole to a
side door with stealthy footsteps.
All was still in the house, and unlocking
the door and opening it carefully Hubbard
crept out, still carrying the trunk. On the
threshold was coal cart, the owner of
which he had hired to keep tryst with
him, after vainly using his eloquence upon
the proprietor of a wheelbarrow in the
neighborhood to convey the trunk to the
cars for the sum of 10 cents. 1t was the
work of few moments to hand the trunk
into the cart, which drove swiftly, leaving
the owners of all the goods the clarionet
player carried away with him slumbering
the sleep of tie just.
81he fugitive musician was driven direct
10 the ferry, where he took an early boat to
Oakland. remaining there all day. In the
evening he heard that his creditors were
on his trail and took an east-hound train.
Whether he is seeking seclusion in his
Southern California groves or has gone to
enjoy life on his Georgia plantation, is
what the people who own his luggage
would dearly like to know.
I. M. Dnugan, who keeps the laundry
next door to the Point Lob House, where
the members Of the band have been OBJ
tanning board and lodging on credit for
some time past, seemed to know as much
about the fitting as any one, though the
proprietor of the house, who happened to
bs in the laundry Office when il was WIS.,
tied by CALL reporter. also had a good
deal to say.
He owed every one," said the laundry
$115 in money altogether. E. S. Thomas
alone, one of the boys of the band, had
loaned him $40. He owed the tailor. the
landlord. he owed me for his washing,
he owed every one, but we all believed in
him.
why, bless you." continued the laun-
dryman, I'VE ali believed him to be man
of wealth. 1t was only last week that he
came in here and cordially invited me to
visit him in his southern home. and they
do say that his father is a wealthy man
near Los Angeles, but that he is the black
sheep of the family"
81 got TO Oakland just too late to catch
him." interposed the proprietor of the
Point Lobos House, who looked worn and
weary. as If the cares of providing board
and lodging for the members of the Iowa
band and receiving in return only orders
on a treasurer who never pays, had been
too much for him. 81 located Hubbard in
Oakland, but by the time l got there the
bird had flown, and now I do not know
where to look for him." and the proprietor
sighed wearily.
They are the cheapest John people
who ever came to the Pacific Coast, that
band. said the laund yman. 'but Hnb-
bard was the worst. for be bilked his own
companions. the others--do you think ]
am dlshgured for life?" and as he gave
this abrupt turn to the conversation,
i. NJ. Dougan looked anxiousIy into the