The San Francisco call., 1899-10-01

Kate Greenaway :picture-book When Mr..
-arkey attempted to drive Topsy to this
~ to correct. If he was going the
ads by tomorrow night he'd know by
I. , time he said.
hiding back through the Mission was
a reary business. Once we came upon
Il only surprise that the world had left
70 Topsy-a train above bis head. It
snorted as we drew near the bridge and
started pompously across. Topsy knows.
trains when they meet him face to face
on a level, but this-it had never CHANGED
so before. 1t must be. some sort. .ot
black monster waiting to spring. He
whfmpered a tiny whimper and shied
piteously. He will never wonder again
Further along were streets that frowned
at those who presumed to crash through
midnight stiffness. There were no lights
left by this time, save in saloons. There
were no pedestrians. save policemen and
watchmen. There were no wagons at all.
Good evening" said Formidable Of
sketch of the suicide between the click
Of the key and the snap of the lock. The
next policeman we met said Good morn
# was six long, cold hours since din
Glazing dish. " '''''-'> ','-'-'. , 80
What time do you have superb
''After 2:So. Sometimes stop in for
cup of coffee on the trip but I don't often
up time when | do.
Eight hours hard Journeying without
DlLe or sup LOT man or D6dSL. GlQ 1 uOL
tell you they were two of the hardest
workers in San Francisco?
That's about the only thing I ever
have about half an hour at midnight to
get something to eat we could stand the
work better; And We need one night off
q week The hours are hard. o. course,
we sleep late in the mOrnin. but the day
sleep don't seem somehow like night
sleep"
The same story Of the night hand every
where, Nature. crying out against the
madness Of turning her night to- day
We darted between the scolding engines
Of Townsend street and brought back the
then dropped the other. side of the
tracks. Along the water front we found
that night was not yet done Night never
is done down there until daylight takes a
hand in the matter The hours were so
wee and small by this time that most Of
you never saw them at all Is they scud-
ded by. They are the hours that belong
to mail carts and milk wagons; they are
the hours that are appropriated by sights
and sounds not pretty to see nor pleasant
to hear. Along the water front men
staggerer's shoulder. On Market street
cabs were driven in the definite manner
that indicates an occupant. -
So much belonged to the end Of night.
1t was overlapped by the beginning OF
day. One lone man and his white dog
kept the wharf. while the man flshAd for
stately. rumblng procession of fruit wag=
ons. ''Those fellows drive in from Ocean
View. and sometimes they fall asleep, like
we do" Mr. LarlIey said. Lots o. times
l go to sleep between hoXes. and I
wouldn't know enough to waAe up if the
horse didn't stop at the right place"
We ratified down Market street In the
wake of Cupid and the Mascot, with
Blondey close upon us. It was a little
short of 2:30 when we rolled in the Ferry
station.
so you stayed with him to the end?''
they greeted me with.
'FWhy. of course. Didn't YOU know that
I intended to-" I was stil,l able to smile.
Intended to-yes-bUt-"
THE boys all had it up that you'd get
tired out before 70 and take . car
home" my guide explained
The lighted carts wheeled about
paint and the blue of the drivers shone
under the electric light, and they looked
like line of circus charioteers.
"Glad you happened on the best
Next time you ride come with me;
there's the most to see on my route"
Next time you come, you can ride in
one Of the new wagons"
Then 1t was off and away, and men
slept KATHRYN MARCH