The San Francisco call., 1898-04-12

fourth vice-president. to which he was elected at the last meeting of the board of directors.
 T. F. Thompson, editor and proprietor of leading newspaper of Northern Cal ifornia. the Daily Standard of Eureka, is in town Mir. Thompson Is delegate to the I. O. O. F. convention and a prom inent member of that order.
 Assistant General Manager J. H. Fill more of the Southern Pacific and H. J. Small, superintendent of motive power, left last night to go over the line as lar as Fl Paso, where they will meet l.. s. Thorne yice-president and general man. ager of the Texas Pacific. and D. w. Dod- ridge of the Wabash road. The purpose of the meeting is to talk over ana ar range some comparatively unimportant details of freight and passenger tra1nc. MT. Fillmore and MT Small will probably be gone about eight or ten days.
 0 Q o 0 "The great n charm about life SOCIAL LIFE in Tahiti. said
 a gentleman who IN has just returned oTROPICAL TAHITlo to the city from o o among tn @ Summer Isles of Eden" lying in dark 
 sence of all conventionality. Art and na- lure are just the same in the land or tno cocoanut and the cannibal, and the oniy difference between the white settiel anu the dusky aborigine is the time IL VIII take the latter to get down to the io"er standard of viciousness which mas oeen reached by the former after trayenns TOT centuries along the paths of ciV1llzauon. Missionaries go down from this country to teach tho poor benighted heathen now to shoot straight with the moral bow ana arrow, and after passing couple or years doing twice as much harm py their example as they do good by their pre- cepts, return home to the congregatlons that sent them there and are entertained and feted while they spin fairy stories about the privations and hardsh1ps they have endured while laboring in the Loro savage island vineyards. fair ioea or' what these fellows really amount to may be gathered by the following httie lnci- dent that recently came under my op- servation:
 .I occupied a. small cottage on the out skirts of Papeete where I was often the host to a number of characters whose paths in life were widely different, but whose natural instincts and passions, to which they all gave free rein, were about the same. One afternoon l was honoreo by a call from a well-known missionary, who had hardly seated himself when the door was opened to give admittance to gambler by the name of Poker Jack Nes- bitt We all sat and chatted for few moments, when I recollected I had an errand to perform, and, placing large bottle of rum and some cigars on the table, excused myself, telling them to make themselves at home until l re- turned. I was gone for about an hour, and when I drew near nay house on my return I was surprised to meet my house. keeper running toward me with her haif flowing down her back and an express sion of great consternation on her face. I stopped her and asked what was the matter. AS soon as she could catch her breath she said in the native language: Matter? Matter enough. Hurry to the house. Poker Jack and the missionary have drunk up all the rum, and now the man of God is eating the degenerate one.' I at once entered my shanty and found that she had hit pretty near the truth. Both of the fellows had become beastly intoxicated and gotten into a fight, which had resulted in the missionary nearly chewing the thumb off the gamblers hand.
 Some day that preacher will return to civilization and tell of the spiritual hum ger that he devoted his time to appeeSs- ing in the South Seas.''