The San Francisco call., 1896-08-29

that he wanted to see Mr.. Kohlbeck, an
old and very dear friend of his who had
been wine-b broker for the Doge of Venice
or some other distin suishedl European per-
sonage whose name Mr.. Jaco oson had tor
gotten In the rapldlty of subsequent events.
This Mr.. Koh beck, who seems to be a
creation of Mr.. Cooks revived memory,
was said by the boss to live near the
corner of Van Ness avenue and California
street. He was desirous that Mr.. Jacob
son should go up there with him and have
chat with tie venerable and retired
winemaker of Van Ness avenue. Pos
sibly he could pick up few European
ideas with which to flavor the VINE of the
Sonoma vineyard.
The boss left Mr.. Jacobson at the corner
while he strolled down Van Ness avenue
to see if Mr.. Kohlbeck was at home. Mr..
Jacobson said he did not notice where
'the boss" went, out in a few minutes he
Kohlbeck had gone downtown.
Here the scene of a common drama of
great city changes. Not hired assassin
comes on the stage with knife in his
teeth, but a second villain steps nimbly
across the street, and is so glad to see Mr..
Cook. The stranger is in such hurry to
take train out of the City that he
scarcely has time to be introduced to Mr..
Jacobson. The stranger is also unfor-
tunately short of cash, and flashing a
check pegs Mr.. Cook TO cash 1T. "The
boss" is short of the amount of money
called for by the face of the check, and the
two are in a quandary until 1.-The boss
revived memory comes to the rescue and
his face is as benign and radiant as O har-
vest moon.
He asked Mr.. Jacobson if he had any
money.
Mr.. Jacobson had every cent of $1S.
Would Mr.. Jacobson loan it to him so
that he could accommodate his friend2
Every cent of Mr.. Jacobson's SIS went
into the open palm of the boss and a mo-
ment later dropped with pleasant jingle
OF about the ratio of 1 to 16 into the
pocket OF the stranger, who was in
hurry.
car happened along Just then, bound
down the hill 'The boss" and the
stranger made dash for it, the former
shouting to the accommodating Mr..
Jacobson to be sure and call at the Office
at noon. Waving pleasant adieu to Mr..
Jacobson ''the boss" and the stranger and
the streetcar scared over the brow of the
hill and disappeared.
Then Mr.. Jacobson stood alone and re-
hected. Then he began to realize. Then
he walked to the brow of the hill and
gazed sadly after the car and his SIS.
1--WE got jobs through THE CALL be-
FORE" said Mr.. Jacobson yesterday alter
noon, 'but | never got iobbed like that.
The boss being IN the frult-packlng COM
pany's Office is what fooled me and threw
me off my guard. He acted as though he
belonged there. The manager OF the
fruit packing company told me that ne
saw me talking with the man, but said he
supposed we had business together. He
said he did not know the man at all, nor
the young fellow who called on me. The
boss was about s. feet inches tall, dark
completed and my first impression on
anpino him xvQo that no uvoa nO m he
trusted. The stranger who came across
the street was of middle size. He had
black mustache, side whiskers, close
cropped hair and wore dark suit. He
looked like Jew"
The manager of the Pacific Fruit-pack-
ing Company is Lew Hing, a Chinaman.
His principal assistant is a Chinaman,
and there are other Gilman around the
place. 1t appears to be Chinese institu-
ton.