The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-04-18
I sent my soul into the Invisible
Some letter of that after life 10 spell.
And by and by my soul returned t.

Some letter of that after life 10 SPELL
And by and by my soul returned t.
"Can't remember it all, but anyhow he was
marvellous man. l must freshen up little on
Omar. There is another verse about the-by
Jove, l really must freshen up on Omar"
"Well, now, Senator, to go deeper into the
world of letters. Tell me your favorite
novelist"
"Robert Louis Stevenson I consider the peer
if not the superior of modern writers. He was
the Oliver Goldsmith of the present generation
and no better writer Of English ever lived.
His sentences were pure and simple, but they
were resplendent with meaning and strength.
He was a genius. We are just learning to APP
precate him and-I don't know, though" Mr..
Lynch paused q moment, and after calculating
to himself little ventured 20 remark that
Stevenson made about $4,000 a year on his
books, all OF which he considered pretty good
wages.
z" Certainly, Jere," said an old acquaintance,
Sc man who has been such slave to poetry
and prose must always have musical idol"
Tfyou mean what is my fayorite song, viii
tell you the drinking song from Lucretia
Borgia.' 1t goes like this" and in order to
further the knowledge of his listeners Mr..
Lynch hummed few lines. "Do you know
it?" he said, looking around the circle for
nod OF familiarity, "and the chorus is" some
OF which he sang in low, musical voice.
"Oh, yes, OF course" responded majority of
the gentlemen present You're right. That's
great song"
At this juncture several voices hummed little
melodies taken from different parts of the
opera, and everybody decided that Lynch was
right about that one particular thing, anyhow.
Presently the conversation turned to the right
of ordinary mortals to touch the Tyre of Homer.
"By the way, Senator, do you think bust
ness man is justified in writing poetry?"
at all depends upon the appreciation 1t re-
ceives," answered the Senator. Now, most
poets amount to nothing while they live;
therefore, few men are justified. Some day
will be dead myself; therefore the future is
encouraging"
"Let me tell you how came to owe debt of
gratitude to man with plenty OF nerve" said
L. r. Mead, secretary OF the Manufacturers As
ISOLATION, to few friends in the rotunda OF the
Mills building last evening. "About score OF
years ago visited the Occur d'Alene mining
region in what was then the sparsely settled
Territory of Idaho. / went as the representa-
tive of some creditors of mine that had failed,
ana my business was to investigate the COM
pany's affairs and see If any settlement could
be effected / reached the camp in the morn
ing and was not long in learning that the
miners who had been thrown out of work by
the shutdown hadn't received a cent of their
last months wages, and that the mine super
intendent had quoted the demands by assur-
ing the crew that would be along in d few
days and settle with the wage-claimants dollar
for dollar. Consequently was besieged from
the moment alighted from the stage. ex-
planned to the miners my position, and assured
them that my visit was simply one OF inyesti-
cation.
well, there was one miner who wouldn't
take any explanation. He was commonly
known as a bad man. His appearance, his
language and actions were all decidedly tough.
He drew me aside, showed me his account and
said, grufiy: Say, captain, want my stuff.
You can't put me off the way you did the rest
of the boys, because I won't stand 1t. want
my stuff, and want 1t inside of twenty-four
hours, or you'll have trouble on your hands.
Square me up, and I'll help you out little, Tor
the boys are pretty sore.'
"That bad man steered up against me time
and again, repeating the warning to fork over
his stuff in the specified number of hours. The
miners had law in their own hands in that
camp, and / began to fear that the bad man
might do me some injury.
"On the afternoon of that day got into con-
| versation with another guest at the hotel. l
invited him to have a cigar with me, and we
strolled through the camp together.
Evening came, and the bad man came with
1t. was standing on the hotel steps alone.
To my establishment the fellow didn't mention
the subject of money at all. He asked me q
question. 1t was:
"'Do you know EarpT
'EarpT 1 replied wondering what motive
| prompted such q question. Know him. I
| laughed; Il should think did,.
"'Where did yougget acquainted with Earp?'
| asked the bad man.
"Why, I've bunked and eaten with the carp