The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1896-01-29

carried to coupe that appeared to be in
waiting for him.
The cabman slowly picked his way to
the residence of Mr.. Polk, having previ-
ously received instructions to drive only
on streets paved with asphaltum. AS the
carriage drove up to the front gate a stall
wart servant came out and the almost
PROSTATE Willis staggered into the house
and, with the assistance of his valet, sank
heavily on his couch.
AZ wish to be alone" said he. admit
no one. Tell them all that will see only
my private secretary and Ned Greenway.
I fear that the worst has not yet come.
Avaunt."
Mr.. Folks valet made low salaam and
backed out into plan for the new ferry
depot that Mr.. Polk had completed some
days before and left in the hallway for the
inspection of visitors. No particular
harm was done, as the puncture merely
looks like one of the architects eccen-
tricities.
The curtains were drawn and the help
were instructed to put on muffied slippers
for few days. Hot bottles were prepared
and the entire house was put IN order
sp ecially for the stricken Willis.
At a late hour the news OF Mr.. Folks
sudden affiiction was carried along Mar
ket street, and CALL reporter went i'm
mediately to the gentleman's residence,
not without securing credentials, however,
from Mr.. Greenway before calling. Mr..
Polk immediately sent out word to bring
the visitor in, and, upon entering, the
representative of this paper found the
architect propped up on pillows, carefully
reading formula for the removal of fire.
proof paint. Just what this particular
variety of literature was worth in sick
room developed later.
Mr.. Polk himself was too much ex-
hausted and worn out TO tell WELDON
nected story, but shortly after midnight
the following terrible revelation was ex-
tracted from his conversation.
1t seems that Willis left San Francisco
some two weeks ago to visit his old friend
and brother artist, Charles Rollo Peters,
who is at present living in Monterey, that
historic old spot where SO many painters
and bohemians have lived before him.
In order to appreciate the gravity of the
situation one must understand that many
years ago a Mr.. Sanchez, whose wife was
a sister of the wife of Robert Louis
Stevenson, conducted and made hospit-
able certain tavern where the knights of
the brush used to congregate and tell Jokes
and discuss art. In the regular order of
things all of the best known painters on
this coast and some from the East found
rest, recreation and hot Scotches under the
adobe roof of the ever appreeiatlve
Sanchez.
Such men as Duran, Times, Carlson,
Tayernler, Stanton, Latimer, Strong, RiX,
Peters, Rodriguez and others used to
drop in on old Sanchez and tell him ar
tistic stories and pass the time of day.
On great many occasions they passed
several times of the day and always
dropped in each time. Monterey and
Sanchez Tavern were the two bright par
ticular spots on the Pacific Coast where
artists felt at home. They stayed there
all summer and found some of their most
marvellous inspirations in the atmosphere
OF the old cypress tree. 1t vas
verltable heaven for them in every way.
A painter was not recognized in society
who had never been to Monterey and the
tavern of Sanchez.
Such pleasant associations as must
necessarily have been enjoyed there
should have been preserved in some way,
and it fell to the lot of Sanchez to devise
some ways and means of perpetuating the
old circle. He thought long time before
the idea struck him, but he eventually
succeeded in grasping the situation one
day while looking over his accounts.
There were many names on his books,
and some of them were artists. He
thought little while over the matter and
got good plan Strengthened out in his
head. HWhy not have them paint me
plcture-each one of them-all of them p
sad he; land some day, yes, some day,
the collection will be above price. I'll do
1T and square the accounts"
1t was gigantic undertaking. but it
carried at last, and in a few DAYS every
artist In Monterey was at work on some