The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-09-13
WEALTHY WoMAN,s EADs.
San Francisco ExamlnerO

CSan Francisco Examiner)
1t is a society woman who is the
lighthouse keeper at 4 Monterey. She
is Mrs. Emily S. Fish.
She is the first society woman who
mas combined the o'clock tea and the
decollete gown dinner giving and re-
ception going with the polishing up of
the great brass lamp that gives and
the sparkling lenses that send the
warning light to the hardy saiiorman
at his wet blowing
mrs Emily s. Fish is the widow of
the late DR.. W. NJ. Fish; who was for
many years surgeon in the United
states navy, who was regent of the
University of California and who was
-If dHeied, cultured and polished
vel hnoWn nsure in professional and
land: 04'N OS''N
During his life the beautiful home of
1T ana Mrs. Fish in Oakland was one
oL Ihe social centers, famous for the
Sooo taste and auStere exclusivenesS of
It's mistress. for the eDicurean perfec-
ions OF Its dinners and the social ir-
reproachabllity of its company. DIR.
t slsh was an officer in the navy They
had Travelled much and enioyed the
pest society of foreign CAPITALS
When the sadness of widowhood fell
upon Mrs Fish there were of course
no more functions in the Fish home
Mrs Fish. in her quiet wav sought
ton.
She rented her home and tried travel.
but travelling is lonely work sometimes
w nat with pension and the income
from her property, she was comfort
any independent. But she loved Cali
iofnla, and OF California she particular
ly loved the shifting yellow sand dunes
ahu the blue. blue hay OF Monterey.
ana so, in tribute to the husband who
mad served his government and
through the efforts of her son-in-lav
Lieutenant Commander Nichols of the
Monadnock-who died in Manila-she
was appointed keeper of the Monterey
annum.
That was six years ago, and she has
tended the light ever since living alone
except for a Chinese servant-in the
old-fashioned, gabled. white stone light
mouse on the rock-toothed point.
me little reservation of yellow sand
winch Uncle Sam pegged down with |
MS lighthouse she has made in truth I
to blossom as the rose.
In the circular Enclosure. bordered by
the dark cypress hedge, there are lawns
as Spr1ngy as English turf and as
Iresnly green as Irish, and there are
oId-faShioned flowers growing and
blowing in beds that are masses of
color.
Mrs. Fish is a woman of MANY fads
and fancies. and this pretty. oId-fash-
Toned garden is but one Others un-
told as one comes I'D the road to the
lighthouse gate, with its old Monterey
cannon on one side and Indian mortar
on the other. Blooded horses. that she
has bred and reared herself are kick
ing uD their heels in the paddocks. or
grazing outside: Holstein COW calls to
her calf and another mooes her opinion
that 1T is milking time: white IeghOru
CniCk6nS rlf he
come scampering greedily a hundred
or more, with the hope of being fed;
and guard of black poodles. unclipped
the pure blooded French aristocrats
or poodledom-come lolloping down the
patch like bundles of torn black rags
barking wheezily, and inquiringly at
visitors.
These are a few of her fads. Mrs.
Fish likes quality and breeding in her
friends and her pets. In her horses
she follows Senator Sanford's plan.
and has trottipg blood-Hambrino
Patchen preferably = warmed with
thoroughbred She breeds the horses
for her own use and has turned out a /
promising young trotter now in train
ing for a record.
Her French poodles are bench show !
beauties. and the father of the flock.
Ola Pharaoh, won a first prize at IsIing-
ton and had the honor of being patted /
Dy the royal hand Of H. r. H, the |
Prince of Wales.
Although Mrs. Fish lives alone in the
lighthouse with only her old Chinese
servant Que-a treasure of a servant
who has been with her since boyhoOd
and his pigtail is gray now-she is not
a recIuse.
She entertains here with the same
grace that she did in her big Oakland
home. When there are warshiDs in
Monterey bay there are little teas and
dinners at the lighthouse. to which are
hidden a. select few from Del Monte or
the coast cottages to meet the officers
Of the warships. Occasionally there
are little teas or little dinners or HtsIe
iuncheonS to old friends from the city
or TO the artists Monterey draws. These
lind the interior of the lighthouse a
biJou, with the delicate greenery of
rare ferns on the broad window lodges.
color sketches of Monterey scenes by
the visiting artists on the walls >curios.
old furniture and the daintiness of the
gentlewOman everywhere
Now and then Mrs. Fish leaves the
light for day or so in charge of her
faithful old Que and returns to her
world. In the smartest of toilettes she
appears at the receptions and teas and
dinners and at-homeS of her friends in
San Francisco and Oakland, to renew
old acquaptances and make new ones
then back to the lighthouse again.
On the visiting days, when the light
house is open TO the public, the in
dustrious tourist acquires new sensa-
ton by visiting the Monterey light. He
is bewildered by being met at the door
by the tan. trim-fgured, gray haired.
sea-tanned keener, "a Gibson picture of
fashionable middie-age in modish silk
skirt and frou-frou bodice.
He is further bewildered by following
up the narrow white-Dainted stairs.
the companion way. and through the
trap door TO the light the swish-swish
of silk frills and the twinkle of little
red shoes; and he isn't quite sure. when
he comes down and is bowed out with
the grand air, whether the light is OF
the first or fourth or 400th class.
whether it can be seen fifteen or fifty
miles at sea. whether il is forty or 400
COO candle power, but he is quite sure
that its keeper is something quite diff
ferent in the way of lighthouse keep
ers-
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