The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-04-01

David and Jonathan" said Mr.. Cockrill, "until
they had a falling out about horse. The lie
was passed and challenge followed. Prelimi-
naries We're arranged, although general regret
was expressed that two old neighbors should
seek each others blood. knew them both so
we'll that determined to do something to pre-
vent the meeting. An idea occurred to me-
and l talked the seconds over into aeceding to
1T. twas to fill the gun barrels with poke
berries, which have dark purple juice resem-
bling blood. and letthe contestants blaze away.
'The eventful morning dawned, and our
party stood on the bank of the placid Usage
and made ready. 1t was one, two-fire, and
they let go. Each saw the other drenched
with what he supposed was blood, and then,
feeling what he thought was his own blood
dripping about him, fell over on the sward.
Friends carted them away, and when they
came to, no more remorse-stricken men could
have been found on earth.
Il have killed my best friend walled each.
"By agreement their friends kept them I'M
der this delusion. Two days later arrange
ments were made for them to meet accidentally
at the tavern. Pat stood bewailing his
unfortunate act, when Billy walked in.
They gazed in stunned amaZement at each
other for moment, and then embraced. The
two were united in friendship again until
Schandler came to California. He was pretty
well known here for years. The affair was
known through Kansas and Missouri for many
months as the famous pokeberry duel"
al have heard it remarked many times in the
East by people who have returned from Cali
fornia, that you folks of the land of gold are
not as reckless with your money as you were
in The days when stocks were booming and
everybody jingled gold pieces in his jeans, and
that, furthermore, you could squeeze nickel
as hard now as q Nantucket man." said II. C.
Middleman of Chicago yesterday to group of
friends.
'But," he added, "when go back I'll com /.
bat any such statements. AS to recklessness
won't say, but have seen several instances
in the past few days that convince me that the
same old disregard for money still exists in the
Californian's nature. was on cable-car
Friday and a stout, ruddy-faced man stood
hanging on to the rail of the dummy.
He had ten-cent piece in his hand
waiting for the conductor to come along. In
some way an adjoining passenger logged his
arm just as he was about to hand the money
over and the piece fell in the street Did he
have the car stopped or jump off? No. He
only glanced back and then dived down in his
pocket and fshed up another coin.
yesterday saw two instances. One of them
was Oh cable-car of the Powell-street line A
man got on nOlu1ng q. transfer In MS hanQ. He
seemed buried in thought about something and
when the conductor came along shouting Fare,
please / was surprised to see him go into his
pocket, bring out nickel and hand it over to the
conductor, who promptly rang it up. Two
blocks further on the man realized that he had
transfer. He muttered something and then
threw the transfer away and went on thinking.
know many man in the East who would
have hauled that conductor out and raised
din about the nickel.
Another case was that of a woman who
stood in front of a store window on Montgom-
cry street. She had stopped to buy knick-
knack from a street vender, and in taking
money from her purse dropped a coin, which
fell through an iron grating into the basement
OF the store. She only peered down
once, and then taking her purchase
went on. But the vender was a thrifty
mortal. Waiting till she was out
OF sight he went in the store, and soon 1 saw
him come out smiling Out of curiosity /
asked him how much he got. 1t was a quar-
ter. Those are only three instances and in
contrast to what 1 have seen elsewhere.
Though am an Eastern man, 1 must say that
Californians have not come down to an
economical basis as regards handling money"