The San Francisco call., 1905-05-28

deserve her misfortune. the
Il cognizant of the true story of
her lie and the sympathic NUT
tered: while others saw in her a comedy
as she roamed about in her fantastic
regaIa regardless Of taste and weird
as a masquerader. No thought TO her
welfare, perhaps. was spared by the
numbers-for she was crazy.
Countless were the colors in her
wardrobe. which was all donned meme
tempore sine exception, in the ardeney
Of obtaining effect for the special oc
casions. In skirts ankle length. seven
in number and seven gore each, gradu-
ated respectively from the under full
nesses and shaded from a cream to d
cerise, the various shades were in eyi-
dence. In shirt waist of a correspond
ing fullness, belted in at the waist with
an emerald green sash and creation
pour la tete with one black quill pro-
jecting vertically from the crown and
wreathed with sundries, suggestive Of
spring and presenting a revival and
combination of fashions, the iigure
completely described the color card.
Walking slowly, she observed. shyly as
maiden can. the moving imagsfln the
show windows and her expression toio
the satisfaction that a society belle
feels. but shows not, as she steps into
the palatial salon, conscious of being
faultIessly gowned, observed and ad-
mired by all.
"A hundred to one, there's a funeral
on the programme for to-day. for
there's Funeral Sal" CALCULATED a wise
young 'leisurely' fun Of the spirit of
his Joke as he had capacity for the
liquid foam. Wonder where her
Troubles is2'' he continued for the ex-
press information to a refined looking
gentle stranger who was casting an in
curing and curious glance at the
strangely attired woman.
shes got no Troubles now" punned
his typical companion. VINO hal just
made his exit from the corner saloon,
but she II hunt um.'
The person alluded TO In the conyer-
sation was a John TrubIes, whom the
wits nicknamed Troubles" because Of
his habit Of including his grievances
in each and every conversation Him
poor Sal pitied.
The curiosity of the stranger was
suddenly aroused who is that poor
weman. her name?" he inquired of the
informer. That's Funeral SAL came
the reply with indicative infection
DO you know her own nameg" he
again inquired. yet more anxiously,
with look Of disgust at the continu-
Gus heartless reply.
That's her own and all she does
own besides the coop she few On
'Piety 8flP to hunt Troubles at the
county hostelry"
Withal. as he caught a nearer glance
Of the dim, sad eye. he read in it the
traces Of a life of care and sorrow.
Again he lent his ear to catch the
mufied words she re3eated as she
stood gazing into space. then came in
beautiful and touching notes Nearer.
NY 1DAsf ~ mt 1lNf fJiEt lDSl
little OF sits virgin sweetness and
brought TO memory the fgure of a
beautiful maiden in the church choir
whose soft notes moved the stony
hearts and made moro converts than
preaching OF the doctrine of that
church. The same notes had prompted
his youthful life 10 noble aspirations.
the notes that filled his heart with the
infinite power Of mothers love and
bade him repent and show her the af-
fections of loving son. Out of this
reyery be was startled by the rough
voice Of the patron of vice mo funer-
ais a success without Sal: she's a first
class nlourncr. I'm tellin' yu She'll
tell yu the history Of every man. wom-
an or kid Of this generation. from crib
TO dump. She's got more of the good
book in her nut, If. It is ratified. than a
dozen ministers. but she never misses
a session"
Sure" interrupted the interested but
unsteady partner. approaching the two
and pointing TO the funeral notice on
the telegraph post back of Mr.. Benson.
It's Al. Falls $50 nicknained, owing
TO his inability to fulfill the require
ments Of his position as the fatal dis
ease was sapping his strength)
w-what's passed in his checks, and
they's just got done bottlin' him. and
SAILS f-fuh Of s-psslms''
Memory assisting. the sympathetic
gentleman asked: Isn't, her husband
James Stantong'
Il dunno If she ever had a husband. =
responded the now swaying figure
while the other simultaneously and
emphaticaIiy corrected: 1T was Jim
Stanton"
This left no doubt in Mr.. Benson,s
mind as TO the identity of the unfortu-
nate woman. as he left the information
bureau and was lost in the crowd.
James Stanton had wooed the fair
Grace selton, lnred her from home and
friends only to ruin her life through
his debauchery and finally showed mer.
cy, comparatively, in committing her