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Seward weekly gateway., 1906-09-01

Seattle, Aug. 2S-Republican pri- maries were held in King county last night. Incomplete returns show that the courthouse combination carried a majority of the delegates to the county convention, and will secure the renom- ination of the present incumbents of the county offices except those who are ineligible to reelection. The candi- dates of the combine will win those places.
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the tenderness of heart of a woman
who lensed to give what pleasure lay
within her power. Considering the lack
of means the furnishings of this simple
chapel are in wonderfully good taste.
And since that memorable 18th of
April was burned upon our memories
and we became gossip for the whole
civilized world there has been talk of
amalgamating the different institutions
for the mariners.
And we are not through with won
ders yeti
1t is big jump from the water front
to Forty seventh avenue, but here the
effects of the temblor and fire may also
be seen. Not in shattered buildings nor
yawning streets. nor anything resem-
bling the wonderful freaky effects that
ina ginative photographers have con-
jured up But the result might be
called a miracle just the same. and
there is no denying that the shake-up
and fire were responsible for 1t. The
Methodists, Baptists, Congre gational-
lists and Episcopalians are helping the
Presbyterians to build church.
Not by taking up collections, nor by
subscribing sums of money. Better
than that 1t is a labor of love, for
they themselves, with their own hands.
are helping the Presbyterian minister,
the Rev. Lynn T. White, to erect the
place of worship. Nor is the raising
of the church delayed by religious dis
cussions.. The squeak of the Episcopal
saw, the pounding Of the Baptist ham
mer the. shavings that fall from the
Methodist's plane and the nails that
Jingle merrily in the Congrega
lists overalls all testify to the energy
of the workers.
More than this, even.
On Sundays they all listen to the ser
mons of the Presbyterian minister. and
he, realizing that they have not for
sakenS their denominations, but are
compelled for a time to relinquish their
own form of service. tactfully makes as
many concessions as his own church
will permit.
This same spirit of helpfulness in
different ways radiates the whole city.
1t rarely takes quite so strenuous a
form as those workers who are build
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me, Mollie, darling? Let your answer
be kiss 1 was still weak and ner-
vous, as would have been expected of
a man who had been as sick as l was.
Then I began to hum the very same
tune that countless thousands have
since hummed and sung
In the morning Pat assisted me to
dress. and then Mollie came in to tidy
up the room a bit. 1 sat down at the
washstand and scrubbed off the song
in it's entirety, music and all, as l had
composed it in bed l said nothing to
Pat and Mollie. They took me down to
breakfast, and all the old river men
and my other friends were glad to
see me. Then as we arose to leave the
table I asked them to step into the
parlor. and specially requested that
Pat and Mollie, who had been so good
TO me. go with us. l said / longed to
sing and play something and l wanted
them to hear it.
Everybody went along and I sat at
the piano and played and sang Mollie
Darling 1t made hit with the COM
pany and everybody crowded about to
congratulate me. The last was Mollie
She leaned over my shoulder, her face
as red as the rose. and whispered.
An did yez hear tn answer l gev
him?'
Well. I did not put that song with
my others, because 1t was not in shape
as the rest. Instead, placed it in my
pocket. At New York l had no trouble
in disposing of the others had writ
ten and was standing talking to the
proprietor about the batch I thought
would be able to grind out for the next
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Preside, Fert Mason. lt,bos Park and
Sisters of the Holy Family gather
every afternoon all the children
of the refugee families that they
can find to teach them to sew
and be seIf-helpful. In this way
hfteen hundred children of all races
and all denominations are kept in some
semblance of order. are amused and
instructed in something useful at the
same time.
Perhaps those in Golden Gate Park
are the most happily situated. Sister
Baptista holds her class here in the
children's playground Seated or
wooden benches that Father Otis. look
ing more like jolly carpenter in his
shirt sleeves than priest, has made
for them, may be found children of all
races
The kinky hair of the little African
lies close to the heavy straight black
braid of the young Chinese girl; the
Mavourneen's snub nose bent over hei
sewing is parallel with the Roman nose
of the daughter of judah. With the
unconcern OF childhood they are intent
only upon their present tasks and the
patient faced sister in her robes OF
sympathy TO them all
A howl is heard from the little Irish
girl. My thread is all full of fat
kno-t-sr
Sister Baptista takes the square OF
linen that is being distorted into q
handkerchief by the small seamstress
and breaks off the tangled thread that
is now black from contact with grimy
hands. She threads the needle afresh
and Mavourneen. comforted. seats her
self again with her work.
Topsy, who, probably like the famous
one of that name in Uncle Toms
Cabin" Just growed." is also strug-
Cling with a handkerchief square But
her struggle is more mental than
physical, for the breeze brings to her
keen ears the rollicking tune of the
hurdy gurdy in the merry -go-round
and the squeak. squeak of the tilted
swings as they carry their occupants
high, high up in the air.
She rolls her mischievous black eyes
around, but receiving no encourage
ment takes resigne6ly another crooked
stitch in her sewing. Then she dis
covers a diversion. From frequent
handling and too little stitching the
hem has become unturned.
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up the river on a steamboat intending
TO go as far as Pittsburg by water. But
by the time l reached Pittsburg 1 was
taken i'll of pneumonia, and they car
ried me ashore to the Monongahela
House. There ] was i'll for several
weeks and was close to the shining
portals.
My attendant was an Irish girl
named Mollie. She was a bright, spark
ling, rosy checked creature, just from
the Emerald Isle, and she never seemed
weary of ministering to my wants. A
mailman on the same floor was an Irish
man named Pat II was not long until
I learned they were sweet on each
other
One evening the doctor told me If
1 were real good the next morning he
would be willing for me to leave my
bed and go down to dinner. l was de-
lighted, for / longed to see the river
and hear the splash of the buckets as
they doused into the waters. 1t was
dark. but the lights were not lit and
the door of my room was open. Direct
ly in front of my door was a big. deep
window. and in this Molue and Pat
were sitting about as close as it was
possible for them to get They thought
me asleep, and I suppose I ought to
have been.
II heard Pat whisper Do you love
me. Mollie darlin'?' Mollie made no
reply and only nestled closer. Let your
answer be kiss. whispered Pat.
There was slight scuf1e In the win
dow and then they went away. But all
through that night the words kept run
ming through my mind: DO you love
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His was a face which seemed to say
that good nature had taken up per-
manent dwelling place there. His eyes
seemed overlooking with fun. His rosy
cheeks beamed grateful effulgence all
around. His lips were parted in a
smile which was of the indelible brand,
1t was impossible to look at that cheer
full face and note the portly body which
il crowned and resist an inclination to
smile in sympathy. AS gloom chaser
he had King Alcohol beaten mile
He stood just outside the door of an
uptown saloon putting a cigar and fair
ly radiating good humor at every pore.
A well dressed man looking slightly
woezy happened alongt He looked at
the stout party for moment. then his
face relaxed into a smile,
Say" he said, after slight pause,
do you know you're about the best
thing I've seen today? Id give any
thing il had your cheerful disposition.
How'd you get it?n
The man with the cigar beamed more
sunnily than ever, Il don't know" he
answered. Il guess ! was born with
it,"
Say" said the WOODY one again. Il
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perariiy by renting building on
wheels, establishing probably the
smallest church in point of floor space
in the world.
This house, built by an enterprising
young man who realized that roofs
then were scarce south of Van Ness
avenue, was only twelve feet by eight
cen. The third Sunday after the earth
quake services were held there for all
who cared to attend. Six weeks Mr..
Stone occupied this unique chapel, but
its popularity grew out of all proper
ton to its size. 1t was regretfully
abandoned for the two-roemed building
work is carried on.
Although lacking the novelty of it's
former habitation the institute is still
interesting. The benches and the
rough board tables that line theeread-
ing-room have been made by Mr. Stone
and his cheerful assistants Light is
furnished by candles arranged in rows,
and held in place by nails driven into
the boards.
Books, magazines and variety of
reading matter cover the tables. dona-
tons from kindly people OF all re-
ligions Well selected prints are pinned
on the walls and the place has an air
Of nominees and comfort that goes
straight to the heart of the sailor boy
and the waterfront hanger-on. Every
night the latch string is out, and
through the open door in the flicker of
the soft candle light the place looks
doubly attractive.
Back of the reading room is the
chapel. The altar and the steps are
proofs of MIR. Stones industry, for he
has made them himself In the rear of
the altar, to take the place of reredos,
a piece of plain green denim is
stretched to which the habitues of the
institute attach a good deal of senti-
ment. 1t had served as curtain for
the little church on wheels Upon it
hangs a cross carved by ships ap-
prentice.
The seats for the chapel have been
given by a church in the western part
of theseity that fses sSot visited by fire.
A. ranas AIinari. graph of Bona
tello's-St. John aonzthe wall testiffes TO
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WOOZ.y Man Faded Away

like your face. It's a positive treat.
Come in and have something. 1 want
to look at you some more"
The stout man said he didn't mind,
and his new acquaintance grabbed him
by the arm and led him into the
saloon.
Look at him., he said to the sew
eral customers who were standing at
the bar. Can you beat that face for
all-around oh. be joyfulness? Amt
he peach? Order up there, man, and
the best is meme too good for you. My,
but I'm glad ! met you. ] was feeling
like dirty deuce in new decA just
before | saw you. Now want to laugh
and sing and give dull care the hurry
call to get away Say, like you, hang
me If ! don't. What's your line, any
way! Maybe ! can put a little business
in YOUR way?"
The man with the smiling face I'm
ished his glass, wiped his mouth, and
took a fresh light for his cigar.
II wish you could" he said earnestly,
I'm driver of a hearse and we're not
dom much now on account of the
sthrike. but"
And the WOODY one faded away.
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and now'@he glanced again at the
weapon in his hand-''ft may hurt me-"
he unused, with something of boyish
petulance. "Ohl 1 cannot bear the
pain, in case IL does not kill instantly,
the crashing through my tissues and.
bones; and even though il kill me. there
will be mOmentary, horrible agony.
"A coward | am, and always was:
yet somehow / did my work"
Racked by a Mt of coughing. he
noticed that blood had come on his
handkerchief again.
Something prompted him to take the
sword of honor from it's place on the,
wall and put ii by his side; TO gaze
once more upon the medal and TO take
the Presidents letter and spread IL
across his knees.
These will make me brave man"
he said.
But these acts failed to summon up
the courage that he sought
He looked again at his revolver and
shuddered. throwing open its breech,
he hastily emptied it of It's contents;
then picking up the poker with a
sharp blow he smashed the weapon
and threw it's shattered remnants into
the dead embers OF the hearth.
Now / am a coward he exclaimed
bitterly. Somehow before this I al
ways did my work
Then it was that the bright. hopeful
faces of his two young sOns-one Of "a
and one of 12-who were near at hand
at play with other boys. came up be-
fore him. and their voices seemed TO
say: No. no. you are a brave man
and no coward"
smile passed over his wan face.
What was that?" he asked. rs any
one in the ROOM"
He heard a faint sigh; that same
faint. happy little sigh that had come
from his wife as she died in his arms
but a few months previous
His wasted right hand was lifted
from the desk wherein il rested by
fingers invisible but supremely tender.
A kiss. Elusive. sweet and bearing in
itself a message Of angelic gratitude
and approval was pressed upon it.
He leaned forward in his chair.
The blood gushed forth from mouth
and nostrils and trailed in a crimson
stream across the letter from the muir
dered President which lay in his lap.
No bullet caused Il. II was the last
hemorrhage 1t was cOpiouS; il was
mereiful: and IT took him.
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Tender Romances the Songs Of the Author Of Moe Darling

The voice of viii S. Hays, the sweet
est singer of Southern songs, is nearing
the time when it viii be hushed for
ever In January he celebrated the
seventy fourth anniversary Of his birth.
There is in the entire Southland
w7erhaps, no better known man than
' colonel VIII s. Hays, the veteran river
editor of the Louisville Courier-Jour-
nal and friend Of every man. woman
and child IN the Blue Grass State.
From the pen of this gifted man
flowed such famous melodies of the
olden time as "Mollie Darling" Keep
to de Middle OBJ de Road" "Shamus
O'Brien," "Evangeline," "Old Fashioned
Roses Are Sweetest" Nora O'Neil.
Little Old Log CABIN in de Lane" I'll
Remember You, Love, in My Prayers
and q multitude Of others that are still
sung in every land where there is a
written language.
Every one of my songs" says Colo
mel Hays. means something. There
was q reason for its being written. OF
course, Mollie Darling had the great
est vogue. There was a time when il was
sung everywhere in America, and I
have heard il sung in England, France,
Germany, Italy and Spain
There is a very pretty little story
connected with the writing Of this
song, il you care TO hear it. / had
been writing songs for some years. and
once a year ! took a batch of them
TO New York to sell them to music
dealer. The firm, ] believe. has since
moved TO ST Louis. At the time of
which I speak had ten songs, with
the words and music, and I started
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"Techar, te-acha-r-r," she announces
joyfully, my hem's all unbentp'
Sister Baptista straightens out the
rumpied linen, while Tepsy watches
with wonder the industry of Miss Fook
Woh, who sits quietly and sews with
the patience born of the Orient. She
is making Bingham dress and is TAX
ing her stitches with the methedical
precision peculiar to those of her race
Some one else is watching her. but
with different feeling. The little
daughter of Judah sees, with wistful
eyes, the frock grow under the skillful
brown fingers. She would like to make
dress but that is too far advanced for
her just now. Then she compromises
with herself.
Sister" she says pleadingly, siding
UP close against the black robe, can ]
make a whole apron?" The wan face
is pinched with acquisitiveness and for
emphasis she draws her hands from her
sharp chin over her wiry little body
until they point downward to the
shabby shoes with their Irvine lacings
Yes. my child Sister Baptista
turns to a box that holds some SER
viceable cloth and takes from it. al
ready cut out, the much desired apron.
This material that the children sew
has been donated by people of all de-
nominations; it is made into, all kinds
Of garments by little ones of every
race, and many of these clothes are
taken home TO be worn by mothers OF
diverse creeds.
Truly. they are sisters under their
skinsp'
Down on the water front this new
brotherhood is also felt. In rough
wooden building of but two rooms the
Rev. Frank Stone welcomes straggIers
and sailors of any denomination. Mr.
Stone himself belongs to the Church
of England. having arrived from Lon
don only last February, but since the
eventful eighteenth he has been chap
lain to the Japanese, chaplain for the
Red Cross, chaplain at Fort Mason and
ST. Luke's Church. Then he took
charge of the Seamen's Institute. They
like manv other religious institutions
were burned out and lost everything.
Mr. Stone solved the difficulty tenn
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tanned serious losses. These cannot be
estimated. Coadjutor Archbishop Mont
gomery OF San Francisco, when asked
to what extent the Catholic church
suffered in the Diocese OF San Fran
cisco, said:
AT present it is impossible to state
the monetary loss. but ii is very great,
There was fortunately no loss of life
among priests and nuns or children un-
der our care. In the city twelve
churches were burned and the parishes
absolutely wiped out of existence. In
the burned district we lost along with
the churches. every institution within
it. the parish schools. colleges. aca-
denies, hospitals. homes for aged.
homes for abandoned children. the
large Church and College of ST. Igna-
titus and the Sacred Heart College OF
the Christian Brothers Outside the
city two or three churches were lost by
earthquake and several others and
schools as we'll were seriously shaken"
The other denominations have not
yet been able to ascertain the extent
of their losses. but it is feared that
they are great.
Nevertheless no complaints are heard.
No bemoanings strike upon the ear.
They were all too busy, for outside OF the
actual time necessary for the upbuild-
ing of their own churches they are
taking up their time by making mani
fest that the oldest and most beautiful
creed in the world is Humanity.
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season. poor old Irish woman en-
tered, begging money with which to
story and ! turned to the proprietor
and suggested that he give me s25 for
Mollie Darling / played it over for
him and he agreed. l passed the money
over to the old woman and she show
cred blessings upon me and said she
hoped the song would be under the spe-
cial patronage of all the saints.
The song was published and il lay
upon the shelf till / came the next year
The publisher remarked that ! had sold
him something like a gold BRICK This
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LAY entered his library
closed the door and locked 1t
he made his way to his desk
Then with energetic tread
From one of the pigeon holes he took
"a revolver. 1T was big, wicked look
ing gun-44 caliber.
Captain Clay. retired. was a man who
always believed himself to be a cow
ard at heart; but in a cabinet in his
library there was a medal which had
been awarded him for valor in the
field; there was also a letter from
President Mckinley promoting and
commencing him for conspicuous brav-
cry. And on the wall was a sword,
given him by his own company. with
an inscription on the blade testifying
to his courage, self-sacrifce and 10y
atty
Clay examined the revolver care
fully. 1t was properly loaded. and
ready to do the deadly work it might
be called upon to do.
Clay sank back into an arm chair,
the weapon in his hand.
In the last stages of consumption
racked by pain; grieving over. the loss
of his young wife, who had died but
a few months previously; harassed by
a poverty that he was too pI oud to
make known, he had sought in the
seclusion of his pet room surcease of
sorrow. an end to all the responsible
ties of life.
II was always coward" he NUT
tered. as he shudderingly looked down
at the revolver. Yet somehow l did
my work. When I charged the Span
ish breastworks at Palmas at the head
of my men ] was in mortal fear of a
wound of some kind. l was the first
man inside the enemy's works. Men
near me were cut down by machetes.
bayonetsd or shot. / was untouched.
My men never knew of my fear; never
noticed my white face. In the heat
of the combat they took no heed of
all this; but they cheered me after
the fight was won.
Then again, that fight near the
river, when | carried Sergeant Peters
on my back after he was wounded
carried him through deadly Ere, back
into our lines-ah. ha!-that's where
I won the Presidents letter: but
was in agony lest some Mauser should
send its bullet through me. But
somehow i did my work.
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ing out by the ocean with the bracing
salt sea air in their nostrils. but it
serves its purpose just the same.
Congregations of churches that were
damaged or entirely destroyed have all
been offered the hospitality of other
churches. Naturally those of the same
denomination Joined together. but in
use of their places OF worship to con-
gregations of entirely different sects.
The worshipers of st, Luke's Episcopal
Church accepted gladly the use of Cal
vary Presbyterian Church The First
Congregational Church had the choice
of either the Bush-street Synagogue
or Trinity Episcopal Church. The con-
gregation of the Temple Emanuel
found refuge with Calvary Presby-
terian Church.
In brief the UNCONVENTIONAL incongru-
tiles might have been absurd had they
not illustrated so fully the most beauti-
full creed of all, humanity.
The squares and the parks but re-
peat the lesson. Disturbed minds. dis
heartened souls are not apt TO reason.
The childish craving for sympathy is
strong, even in grown-ups, and 1t Is
enough to sit under the trees in the
still sunshine of Sunday morning and
listen to words OF cheer and encourage
ment without troubling from which de-
nomination the solace comes.
Many of these churches that have
given so freely have themselves sus-
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When you read novel you don't see
it, you don't hear anything.
You have TO paint your own scenery,
you've got TO form your own opinion of
how the characters look and dress. un-
less there happen to be illustrations in
the book. and when you come to that as
a rule you wish YOU hadn't seen it. be-
cause IT changes your ideas all around.
The characters look altogether differ
ent from the way you have them pic
tured in your minds eye. and. taking it
all IN all. you are about as much dis
appointed as IL you had endorsed a
-phoney" chick.
/ do not want anybody TO set the
idea from my line OF talk that I have
read any novels. because 1 haven't
/ have looked at the pictures and
have always come TO the conclusion
that If the hero looks like that don't
want ever to hear about it, let alone
read about II.
To tell the honest truth, the only
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the wild and woolly West, or that
would relate adventures of some young
man, who, as a rule. would burst into
the first chapters with bootblack box
and finish with million dollars at the
end of the tale. Nobody in the world
at that time could have convinced me
that it wasn't all real. or that these
story papers TO which / subscribed
would print anything but actual occur
rences and facts.
/ finally made the awful discovery
that these heroes of whom I had been
reading never existed. Why, sir. was
about the maddest kid you ever laid
your eyes on. When ! began to sum
UP the. time / had wasted on these
imaginary tales and the heartaches |
experienced while following some boy
hero through thirty or forty chapters
of the widest kind of adventures