The morning call., 1894-08-19

IL Is Sdlu LUaL TIE Wed0eSL woman In
America arrived in the city last week and
that she is in search of employment. Last
year she was ''spotter." or detective. for
an Eastern railroad. She rented babe.
put on widows weeds and cried when the
conductor asked for her fare. Under her
fearful plea of poverty the conductor al
lowed her to ride. for which violation of
the company's rule he was reported and
subsequently discharged. Humanity is
admiral bic, except in the case of widows,
and their vast experience is too great for
more brilliant men than the average rail-
road conductor.
1t is not often that the press Of San
Francisco go out of their way TO bring
before the public gratuitously any wine-
room In this city. Nevertheless, the
change OF management in the bar of such
a world-KnOwn house as the Grand Hotel
cannot fail to interest the numerous regu-
lar patrons and visitors who refresh their
Inner man" in font of its bospitable
board. The bar of the Grand Hotel is so
well known as popular resort for polit!-
clans. downtown" commercial men and
professionals that the change OF regime
must b5 considered as a piece of interest
ing news to large portion of the COM
munity. Mr.. j. r. Loosely, who is the
new and sole proprietor, has determined
TO surpass the efforts of all his prsds-
cessors and competitors and render such a
gorgeous lunch that his customers may
board there entirely IL they please. When
the old management retired Mr.. Loosely
had an efficient staff ready, whose in
strnctions are to make every one at home
and give them the best LrOcurable in
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one to see the prestige of such widely
known places of resort kept up, or, as in
The present case, materially improved.
There can be no doubt Of the new owners
success at the Grand Hotel bar if the
happy faces of the old customers aud
many new ones may be taken as guar
antee.
From quiet rural retreat in the English
MidlandS,t there came to America about six
years ago An elderly couple, having an
only daughter. The family was quite
well-tO-do in the old country, but relations
and friends had settled in California, and
the Burrows homestead. as it was called,
was wealth of fruit, flOwe and pasture,
which is gradually improving in value un-
der the care Of 'old Ike Burrows" While
he takes pride in his ranch from force of
habit, an additional incentive lies in the
fact that he Is making a trim little nest for
Madge. who is the apple Of the old mans
eye. No paradise, however. is without its
serpent or some equivalent, and Will
Harkins-to give name other than the
right ons-succeeded admirably in dis
tur bing the mental equilibrium of Farmer
Burrows and his aIuiable wife. WHIP
had known the family back in the old
country, and had been an admirer of
with his old-tme sweetheart he did not
rest content until she had shyly consented
to be his wife. This was a constant grief
and worry to the worthy farmer and his
wife; for while Madge's fance appeared
as an angel of light TO her. TO the old folks
be appeared as the embodiment of all
things evil. Not that they were blind to
his success as a business man, his gen.
orally conceded ability and his scUupulous
integrity; but, granting all this, one in
5uperable objection, not to be overcome in
the Puritanlc minds IF Madge's parents,
lay in the fact that VIII showed a strong
aud increasing tendency TO indulge in what
is modestly termed cOnviviality, but what
is in reality plain, everyday drunkenness.
Matters reached climax one evening.
Will and his sweetheart had been strolling
in the orchard aid paused in the porch TO
say goodnight. The farmers blood boiled
wnen he saw VIII plant kiss on Madge's
rudy lips. When Madge entered the
house, the very picture of innocence, the
storm burst. NOW, Madge. lass" the
old man said, 18th art old enough to knaw
IN mind, but when VIII Harkins calls
thee wife th'art no daughter o mine.
None o. ma gowd ill go TO support a
drunkard ana a drunkard's brond." The
broad Loamshire burr accentuated the
harsh words. and the old man strobe into
the open air. comforted in the thought
that he had spoken for Madge's good.
She flew to her room and, womanlike.
| found sOlace in Tears. She realized WHY'S
| falling, and perhaps never so fully as at
| present. He had promised so often to
| stop drinking altogether, and IL his DIOR
! ises had been kept she knew that her
parents would have had NO objection to
| her sutton. With the obstinate perversity
| that his appetite for stimulants was be-
| yond his control. Systematically he had
| abslained for as long as week at time,
! saving his conscience upon each Relapse
with the thought that 1t was not his own
weakness. but having no nome of his own
"a fellow must go out with the boys and
not make himself a butt for remarks by
| refusing 20 drink" With Madge as his
wife things would be different If the girl
had been less unsophisticated she would
/ have told her lover that II whisky had
more power over him than her OVID sweet
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| second place in his heart TO whisky flask.
| But Madge was innocent OF worldly ways,
| and had a little of that spirit that seems
| inherent in wOmaDkind and which be-
lieves in the power Of love to redeem the
! greatest rake from the realms OF perdltlOD.
To one friend only did she contide all her
troubles. THIS was the young wife of a
neigbbUring rancher, slightly older in
years ana much older in experience than
herself.
Brought up among flowers and having
spent her childhood IN the forests sur
rounding her English home, Madge be-
came her mothers assistant IN the concoc-
ton of all kinds of drinks and medicines
made from herbs ana products OF nature.
Having carefully prepared bottle of one
OF the sweetest of these she sent 1t to her
| lover, telling him that it was good for pro-
lection against the cold, foggy weather
then prevailing. Freedom from cold, Ca
| tarrh and the like. coupled with tenn
porary abstinence from drink, VIII got so
we'll and strong that he could scarcely
realize that be was the same man. de ran
up 10 keep quiet appointment with his
beloved Madge, and almost smothered her
with atfectionate thanks for her lovely
medicinal present. Madge. suffused with
bushes. said: 'Ob, Will, you thought il
was my own cure that saved you and made
you the man you are. No, my dear, you
were running yourself. and l sent YOU a
bottle OF something that L knew would
make both our futures happy. 1t has
cured you, thank God, OF the habit of
drinking. and il was the only remedy
which people say never fails-The FitZ
! Cure. Forgive me-. Will, for the deception.