The San Francisco call., 1896-08-02
THE BOOKSELLER
IN SAUSAL|T0,
How the Exile Landed in
the Pretty Marin Hill
Town.
CAST UP FROM THE SEA
San Francisco Drove Him Out
and Oakland Received
Him Not.
PATRONS FROM OVER THE BAY
A New Suit Against the Poolrooms
Began Yesterday - Marshal
Creed's Anger.
PATRONS FROM OVER THE BAY

Pretty Sausalito, perched on and around
her green hill, is the resting-place of the
City man when the store, the shop and
the office close for the night. Worn with
struggle in the whirling, neyer-tranquil
mart of trade, he slips over the beautiful
bay, and in the cottage or villa among the
trees is as home.
But pretty Sausalito, where the green
hill comes down to the blue waves, is the
toiling- place of another mantle pool
seller. When the merchant, the me-
chanic. the lawyer, the artist ferry over to
the City the pool-seller passes them on the
bay. In the evening the thing is reversed,
and so they come and go, crossing and re-
crossing each other as regularly as the
tides OF the sea.
A desideratum not to be wished in Sau-
salito is the bookseller. TO the towns.
people he is an alien from other shores,
and to the Town Trustees he is an infiic-
ton on the body polite. He is Poker
Flat outcast that will not be cast out. Bret
Harte could write charming tales of the
Sausalito bookseller. With little color
brushed in and a few dashing attributes
flung gratuitously here and there, Killip,
Schwartz and Whitehead would be worthy
successors of the gallant Oakhurst OF Ell
Dorado fiction:
So when San Francisco drove him out
and Oakland received him not the pool
seller landed with his blackboard and box
of chalk and bundle of tickets on the
Marin beach. The water front stared and
the hill frowned on the exile. Both repu-
dated him.
He was self-welcomed appearance, a
self-inspired idea, a self-assum ption.
Then Sausalito gathered herself together
and the mills of the law began to grind.
Between the upper and the neither stones
some OF him was caught and conviction
followed. But the pool-seller had estab-
lished himself with his simple parnpher-
MALTA and defied the law. The second
trial, in which ]. NJ. MCGEE was accused
of selling City Marshal Greed pool. ticket,
ended a'few days ago in q jury disagree
ment, and the citizens.are wondering how
it all happened. Judge Pryor's charge 10
the twelve good men and true was strongly
in the line of conviction. But they stood
six to SIX, and the pool people scored their
first inning.
The second trial of MCGEE was begun
yesterday before Judge Pryor ana the
work. securing q new jury commenced.
The prosecution was conducted by City
Attornes A. Silvia and the defense by
Thomas P. Boyd of San Rafael. The pro-
ceedings opened somewhat truculentIy,
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their respective choice of jurors that his
HonpT threatened them with contempt
proceedings. Even City Marshal Creed,
the prosecuting witness and the inveterate
foe of the pool business, in his enthusi-
asm took hand. He caught newspaper
artist sketching a picture of his Honor,
and thinking he was being handed down
to. posterity in that manner arose in his
wrath.
He usurped the functions of the court
and expressed his sincere intention of
"breaking every bone'' in the sketcher's s
body. When the court Indignantly called
him to order he continued his TRADE until
the Judge threatened him with heavy
fine for contempt. That and view of
his Honor's judicial features in the OBJ
jectionable sketch quieted the angry Off
cial.
At the close of the session of several
hours j. D. Folsom. John Richards and
n. P. Damianakinn were sworn in as
jurors. The court ad djcurned to next Tues
dav evening.
In the meantime the poolroom of Will
liam Harrison is running at full blast at
the Buffalo House on the water front. 1t
is cheerful place, the apartment opening
on the bay, whence the refreshing sea
winds wander in through the wide door
way TO cool the heated brows of the
crowds that come regularly from the City
every morning. 1t is the principal land
ing place from the handsome yachts and
jaunty launches that lie moored just off
the poolroom. Gentlemen and ladies in
natty aquatic togs come down to EN- bark
aboard their vessels.
As they troop by the door they get their
first impression of a. booksellers estab-
lishment and the nondescript following
that WOO fortune at the end of tele.
graphic wire. The poolreom is liberal