The San Francisco call., 1898-07-10

payment due for work done and moneys expended. In Judge Seawell's s court he was nonsuited on the ground of bringing suit, properly suit for breach of contract, under another name To the simple mind justice would seem to be justice. and the law the law, and there is a fable somewhere that these things are for all men alike, proud and humble, rich and poor It was necessary for his attorney to explain very carefully to Morton Andrew Ed wards and several times over, that when he left this courtroom he left hope behind.
 And when he understood 1t all quite thoroughly at last he went home and wrote d letter to Miss Jennie Flood, to whom her fathers building at the corner of Fourth and Market streets had been conveyed, and told her all the circumstances of the case as he saw them and also of his circum- stances and the circumstances of his family. And when no answer came to this last appeal, which was the hard est to make of all, he understood that he would better have listened to his lawyer.
 Persons residing in the neighbor- hood of California and Leavenworth streets, whose back windows overlook one another's yards, awoke one morn ing to the neighborly presence of a plaster cast of heroic size in the very smallest yard of all. Little was known of the persons to whom this back yard temporarily belonged Children play ed there sometimes, and a woman with white hair and a sweet girls face under it passed in and out about her duties, closing her kitchen door after her as she came and went.
 They were newcomers and kept to themselves; their windows, decently draped In patched white muslin by day, and shaded by drawn blinds at night, offered no feast for curious eyes; their decided in the neighborhood of Cali fornia and Leavenworth streets that they were very poor. The cheerful butcher wagon never rattled to their door, which was the door of a base ment flat to which the sun came no oftener than the butcher, and for this gloomy reason and for certain other disadvantages called for the smallest rent on the street. The woman with white hair went out about her shopping alone, and it was observed that some times she did not go for days at a time. and even then brought home very little bundles under her shawl, and some times when she went out at dusk she carried away much larger bundles li1dll Sllc SNtI llOIHS, clunSllY wrapped, in papers and obviously GOV ering clothing and household goods. After the coming of the big plaster cast which attracted new interest to them for awhile, it was thought that they were poorer than before. The wood pile In the little back yard dwindled down and it was not replenished The chil- dren came seldom into the yard. The woman with white hair ceased to come. She was not even seen to go out on the carrying of the big bundles and the fetching in of small. It was surnised that sickness dwelt with poverty be- hind the decent shades Still no help was asked and no one liked to offer it.
 One night light burned all night be- hind the muslin curtains and the next night and the next and up from the little yard where the big plas ter bust rested against the fence. and where there was no longer a woodpile came the sound of wood being chopped. and neighbor, as kind as curious. put her head out from her window and looked down and saw the woman with white hair chopping up a chair.
 The next day she went and knocked at the basement door to which the sun never came and with her tender sym pathy that would not be denied. put aside the reserve, the English shrink ing from the stranger-all that pride had put up, like its decent muslin cur ta1ns. between its sorrows and the world-and found the family of Morton Andrew Edwards without food, or fire or cover