The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1897-11-24
THE PASSING IHRONG.

Mrs. Brown told her husbans. that never,
never would she wear one Of those hidaous
vulgar nigh water skirts" as she put il.
II was raining the other morning as I. does
In tals Climate when there's Chinook on
ana the wind blows strong and fresh from
the south. and as Mrs Brown emerged
from her home bent on a mornings shop
ping. she presented a silhouette against the
SKY that was strongly suggestive of comic
picture from Punch
Presently the Madison street car came
along. the water running down in sheets
from the caves Mrs. Brown, putting and
oowing from her walk up the hill 20 the
car, managed 20 get aboard. and with a
sigh OF relief and look of radiance be-
tokening comfort sat down in one corner
o. the car. Two men sat opposite, but a
little farther up. Another man boarded the
car block down, and minute later a
little. neatly-buiit woman with short. wet
weather costume got on. and then the con-
ductor looked in for the fares.
Four rings OF the register ard then Mrs
Brown woke up to the fact that the con-
ouctor was looking expeetantiy In her di-
rection. Mrs. Brown deposited bundle
she carried In her lap and began looking
for her purse. Her skirts were pinned up
under her macintosh IN what was prob
ably meant for Grecian folds. Beneath
them doomed pair OF big, black rubber
boots that were anything Blu, classic
The conductor waited for the fare that
was coming. and Mrs. Browns face as
sumed cardinal hue as she fingered
around nervousiy for her pocketbook- FL
nally she unbuttoned the macintosh a lit
tie further. revealing more Of the rubber
boots, but that did not seem 10 help her.
Then she got worried and, dropping her
basket TO the floor, began q systematic
search of her person and surroundings.
The conductor leaned up against the car
door and waited patiently while Mrs.
Brown emptied everything out Of her lap
and pockets in her rubber coat, In vain
search for the missing purse. 1--WE lost it"
she gasped helplessly. while the men across
the car, who had watched her fumbling
among the folds Of her dress. smiled In an
amused way. 1T had money In 1t" she
said. much put out. II can't imagine where
lost it."
All this time Mrs Brown was fumbling
in her gown. going all over her pockets
again, and filling the car seat with letters.
samples of dress goods. handkerchiefs and
gloves. Finally, as she was about to get up
and walk out Of the car in despair, her
hand sought her belt. to which the skirt
was pinned on the sides. There, in fold
created by the unusual arrangement, was
the pocketbook.
Mrs Brown gathered her belongings to-
gether, while one Of the men laughed out
right. The woman with the short skirt
smiled in satisfied way. and the conduc-
tor rang UP another fare.
'They have a queer way of hunting
mountain goats up in the mountains back
of Skaguay." said d. ]. Mckinney, the
mayor OF Skaguay." yesterday at the
Hotel Northern 1.-The boys at one OF my
camps told me one day that they had seen
some goats up In the ILLS and they asked
me IL wanted to go along to hunt them.
OF course / did. and We were soon climb
ing high up on the mountains, away above
the altitude that thought any living crea-
ture would live. Still up and up we went.
The boys were trying to get above place
whore they had seen the goats few days
before. When they had located the proper
point. they selected a huge boulder and got
me to help them tip 1t over. 1t took the
combined strength of three Of US to get
the rock started. When 1t did get to going
the havoc II caused on its way down to the
valley was something fearful. Then the
boys told me to get ready for surprise.
We all got our rifles ready and waited. 1t
was only a short time until we saw emery
Ing from the scrubby growth below MS
three fine goats. They came toward us.
bounding from crag to crag and apparent-
iy needless Of the danger they were rum
ming into. They came to within sixty yards
Of US and we brought down all three.
"I learned then that the goat always tries
to get above rolling rocks. and that that
is favorite way Of hunting Them"
A story is told OF young man, we'll con-
nected In the South, who may be seen
about the streets or the Hobbies OF the
hotels almost any time. He came to Seat
tie several months ago, headed for the
Klondike. Here he fell In with congenial
spirits, took a run over to Tacoma, saw
the boys and the girls. spilled a little red
paint and wound up broken In pocket, out
not in spirit. He laid low for few weeks
and thought of the beautiful time he had
been having. He met three or -four other
young men, also from the South, and they
became fast friends.
Then the frisky young man wrote home
that he had been to Skaguay; that his
outfit and his horses had been lost on the
pass and that he himself had been obliged
to come back to Seattle to spend the VIM
ter.
It was a very likely story. but some way
the folks did not take to ii. Papa wired
the bank through which they were doing
business and found out that his son had
not been anywhere near Alaska There
was a remittance that never came, and
the young man is beginning to think Of
going home.
II. w. NesteIe, OF rdiTHhVeH Is NJ the
Butler. having come down to meet a num-
Der of mining men with whom he is as
ISOLATED in various enterprises.
"We have not yet started our line Of
steamers 70 the Yukon from the bay"
said Mr.. NesteIle. "but we expect to. Mr.
Larabee and Mr.. L. n. Griffin, OF our city,
and Mr.. Talbot. of Seattle, are still in the
East, where they went TO purchase an
ocean-going vessel for the company. They
are expected back any day.
1.-THE people raised $4,000 In two hours
to loan the company. Whatcom was to
raise the same amount. but has not yet
done so. Farhaven Is 8 place with the
Seattle spirit only up there We call 1t
different naTe-but you know what
mean. when define ii that way. mean
that the people stick together and pull for
the common interest Of all. That is the