anaheim-gazette 1891-10-22

VOLUME XXI. LODGE MEETINGS. ANAHEIM LODGE, NO. 207, F. & A. M., hold regular meetings on the Monday of preceding the full moon in each month. Soljourning brethren in good standing are cordially invited to attend. W. M. McFADDEN, W. M. H. W. CHYNOWETH, Secretary. ANAHEIM LODGE, NO. 199, I. O. O. P. REGULAR MEETINGS every Tuesday evening. Visiting others always welcome. E. A. CHAMPLIN, N. O. W. R. HARKEB, Secretary. ANAHEIM LODGE, NO. 85, A. O. U. W. MEETINGS on the first and fourth Friday of every month. W. H. AVERY, M. W. T. S. GRIMSHAW, Secretary. ORDER CHOSEN FRIENDS MEETS THE FIRST AND third Saturday evenings in each month at 8 o'clock. Old Fellow's Hall. MRS. EMMA SEARLE, Councillor. A. L. LEWIS, Secretary. EVERGREEN COUNCIL, AMERICAN LEGION OF Honor. Meets first and last Wednesday of each month, at 8 p.m. MRS. E. A JAMES, Mrs. L. G. BATES, Secretary. PROFESSIONAL CARDS DR. J. H. BULLARD, A. B., M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office and Residence, corner Hermine and Chartres streets, near Planters' Hotel. OFFICE HOURS: 7 to 8:30 a.m.; 12 to 1:30, and 6 to 7:30 p.m. H. W. CHYNOWETH, Attorney-At-Law. Metz Block, Cor., Center and Los Angeles streets. Real Property Law a Specialty. ANAHEIM, CAL. RICHARD MELROSE ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. AND NOTARY PUBLIC. Center street, Anaheim, Cal. Special attention given to PROBATE matters. MISCELLANEOUS. Commercial Hotel (Corner Center and Lemon Streets) J. J. EVERHARTY, - PROPRIETORY THE COMMERCIAL, FORMERLY KNOWN Theim Hotel, has been thoroughly renovated, and will be in first-class style. A share of the public patronage solicited. SAMPLE ROOMS ATTACHED TO The Finest of Wines, Liquors and Cigars DUBLIN STOUT, PALE ALE, HALF-AND-FASHION LIVERY STABLES in connection with Hotel. Fixtures furnished with or without drivers. Horses bouncing! Cash! Cash!! Cash! Is THE POWER that Makes TIME determined to sell ONLY! I INTEND TO BUY FOR AND SELL FOR IT, H. W. CHYNOWETH, Attorney-At-Law. Metz Block, Cor. Center and Los Angeles streets. Real Property Law a Specialty. ANAHEIM, CAL. RICHARD MELROSE ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. AND NOTARY PUBLIC. Center street, Anaheim, Cal. Special attention given to PROBATE matters. C. C. HAMILTON, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Rooms 1, 2 and 3, Savings Bank Building. SANTA ANA, CAL. S. O. WOOD, ARCHITECT AND ENGINEER, ANAHEIM, CAL. H. P. LARSEN, CONTRACTOR & BUILDER. Estimates given, Contracts made and do a general Jobbing Business. CENTER STREET, Anaheim. CHAS. SCHINDLER, CONTRACTOR and BUILDER. ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA. GEORGE BAUER BOOT AND SHOE MAKER. Center street... Anaheim. Making and repairing at the lowest cash price. All orders promptly attended to. All work guaranteed. L. GUNTHER, PIONEER BOOT & SHOE MAKER. Corner Adele and Los Angeles streets. FRANK FOX, City Barber Shop. FOR A FIRST-CLASS SHAVE! HOT AND COLD BATHS. Business Chance. MY HOUSE and STORE For Sale. CHARLES PAMPERL ...Dealer in... HARDWARE, CROCKERY, and HOUSE-FURNISHING GOODS Los Angeles street, Anaheim. F. BACKS. I am determined to sell ONLY! I INTEND TO BUY FOR AND SELL FOR IT, AND GIVE MY CUSTOMERS THE AND KEEP THE MONEY RO Come and See What Cash Will CHEESEMASTORE ON BROADWEST Anaheim. F. CRIST, MERCHANT T Just received a complete assortment of lace and fabrics, to which the attention zens of Anaheim and vicinity is dir Suits to order from Pants to order from An invitation is cordially ex public to call and examine this store T. J. F. BOE Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Wines, Liquors and KEEP ALWAYS ON HANDLE A COMPLETE ST Of the Finest Wines, Liquors and C WINES AND LIQUES BY THE KEG, GALLON OR BOTTLE Orders by Mail Promptly Atten Business Chance. MY HOUSE and STORE For Sale. CHARLES PAMPERL ...Dealer in... HARDWARE, CROCKERY, and HOUSE-FURNISHING GOODS Los Angeles street, Anaheim. F. BACKS, UNDERTAKER. And Dealer in FURNITURE. Wall Paper, Cornices, Window Shades, Picture Frames, Upholstery Goods, Paints, Oils and Glass. Sewing Machine Supplies, Etc. Corner Los Angeles and Chartres Streets. J.M.Griffith Company (A Corporation) LUMBER DEALERS (Near Railroad Depot) ANAHEIM. Keep constantly on hand Doors, Blinds, Windows, MOULDINGS. Posts, Shakes, Shingles, LATH, HAIR, PLASTER OF PARIS. ANAHEIM GRIST MILLS OPERATING ON Wednesdays and Saturdays of each week. Grain, Feed, Meal, Etc., of all varieties. Corn shelled and shipped. W.T.BROWN, Agent. BOSTON BAKERY. J.KREISS, PROP, Fresh Bread Delivered to all parts of Anaheim and vicinity. Los Angeles St. KEEPS ALWAYS ON HAND A COMPLETE ST Of the Finest Wines, Liquors and Cl WINES AND LI BY THE KEG, GALLON OR BOTT Orders by Mail Promptly Atten GOODS DELIVERED FREE OF Opp. S.P.Depot, ANAHEIM Bentz & Steadu Wholesale and Retail E Anaheim, Cal. Dealers in Beef, Pork, Mutton, Veal, Sausag Of Our Own Make. Highest Market price Paid for Hello, What's the Ma GUS DAVENPORT Informs his customers and the general public that to sell goods at the smallest margin possible. He betherefore can sell for a very small profit, giving his c effit of low prices. No charge for showing goods or tions. Come one, Come all! All Kinds of Produce and Poultry Taken ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1891. Special Hotel. (or and Lemon Streets) TY, - PROPRIETOR. tions for Families & Tourists MERLY KNOWN AS THE ANAingly renovated, and will be conducted The public patronage is respectfully OMS ATTACHED TO HOTEL. and Cigars LE ALE, HALF-AND-HALF. ction with Hotel. First-class turn-outs drivers. Horses bought and sold. Cash!!! Cash!!! That Makes Things Go. ned to sell for it ILY! TO BUY FOR IT, FOR IT, The Weekly Gazette. Established 1870. SHUSCRIPTION, - 32 Per Year. Six months... 1 00 Three months... 75 Pavable in variably in advance. Transient Advertising. SPACE. 1 week 2 weeks 3 weeks 4 week One square.... $1 00 Two squares.... $1 25 Three squares.... $1 25 Four squares.... $1 75 Customary Reductions on above rates. All be made on advertisements running for longer periods. Usual discounts on large advertiments. The Gazette is issued every Thursday morning, and sent to subscribers by the early mails. It is delivered by carrier in Anaheim on the morning of publication. Entered at the Anaheim Postoffice as second-class matter. Items of news and correspondence on all live subjects are solicited by the editor. Be brief, and write directly to the point. All communications must be signed by the author, not for publication, but for the information of the editor. Intry-Mintry. Willie and Bess, George and May— Once, as these children were hard at play, And old man, hoary and tottering, came And watched them play their pretty game. He seemed to wonder while standing there, What the meaning thereof could be. Alas, but the old man yearned to share Of the little children's innocent glee As they circled around with laugh and shout And told this rhyme at counting out: "Intry-mintry, cutey-corn, Apple seed and apple thorn; Wife, later lumber, look, Twelve pines in a flock; Some flow cast, some flew west, Some flow over the cuckoo's nest." Willie and Bess, George and May— Ab, the ninth of that summer day! Twas Father Time who had come to share The amount of joy of those children there. He learned betimes the games they played. And into their sport with them went he— How could the children have been afraid, you $10 for the leader and $5 a head for the others—a total of $105. Now, how many musicians do you suppose you get in that band? "Twenty." "Minus eight or ten. Do you suppose that the leader's going to pay real musicians $5 when he gets dummies for $1 a piece?" "But what is a dummy?" "Why, any tramp can be a dummy. A grocery clerk or a bargain-counter fiend very often makes good extra wages by playing in a band during his off hours. The leader has eight or ten good players always at his command. They are regular members of his band, and he always knows where he can place his hands on them. They get full pay, and can make as much music as twenty. The rest are dummies. The uniforms are furnished them, and all they have to do is swell out their cheeks, look as if they are choked to death, wiggle their fingers and turn over the leaves of their note-books whenever they see all the real musicians do so. There isn't a sound comes through the flue of the horn. Once in a while they make a bad break and do blow. There is an unearthly screech, and the dummy is fined his day or night's pay. You 'soo he's paid for not playing, and is fined if he loses his grip on his breath. Some instruments are made expressly for dummies, and you couldn't knock a note out 'om with a cyclone hitched to the blow end. Others are stuffed with rags, and no matter how absent-minded or excited a dummy may become he can't interfere with the harmony. Oh, it's a great scheme!" Unique Kissing Game. Back in the North Carolina mountains the student of customs may still find material for research. The most unique are the kissing games, which still cling to the soil. A lot of big-limbed, powerful young men and apple chucked, buxum girls gather and select one of their number as master of ceremonies. He takes his station in the center of the room, while the rest pair off and parade around him. Suddenly one young woman will throw up her hind legs and say: "I am a pinin'." The master of ceremonies takes it up, and the following dialogue and interlocution To buy it, for it, customers the benefit money rolling. What Cash Will Do at MAN'S BROADWAY. Anaheim. MERCHANT TAILOR. complete assortment of Goods of latest styles with the attention of the citivicinity is directed. $25 up. $6 up. cordially extended the amine this stock. FRED CRIST BOEGE; and Retail Dealer in Ours and Cigars. WAYS ON HAND — ETE STOCK! Liquors and Cigars. ND LIQUORS GALLON OR BOTTLE. Promptly Attended to And old man, hoary and tattering, came and watched them play their pretty game. He seemed to wonder, while standing there, what the meaning thereof could be— Alba, but the old child learned to share Of the little children innocent glee As they circled around with laugh and shout And told this rhyme at counting out: "Intry-minitry, cutre-corn, Apple seed and apple thorne; Wire, brief, limber, lock, Twelve greese in a flock; Some flew cast, some flew west, Some flew over the cuckoo's nest." Willie and Bess, George and May— Ab, the ninth of that summer day! Twas Father Time who had come to share The innocent joy of those children there; He learned bethesda the games they played And into their sport with them went be— How could the children have been afraid Since little they rocked whom he might be. They laughed to hear old Father Time Mumbling that curious nonense rhyme Of "Intry-minitry, cutre-corn, Apple seed and apple thorne; Wire, brief, limber, lock, Twelve greese in a flock; Some flew cast, some flew west, Some flew over the cuckoo's nest." Willie and Bess, George and May, And joy of summer—where are they? The grim old man still standeth near Crooning the song of a far-of-year; And into the winter I some alone Cheered by that mournful requiem, Soothed by the dolorous monoone That shall count me off as it counted them— The solemn voice of old Father Time Changing the homely nursery rhyme He learned of the children a summer morn When, with "apple seed and apple thorne." Life was full of the dulce cheer That bringeth the grace of heaven anear— The sound of the little one hard at play Willie and Bess, George and May— Rugged Field in Chicago News. Due Appreciation. A monument about this size A Senator both true and wise should have when he curls up and dies. To mark the world's affection. INVARIABLE EXPECTATION. But in his own admiring eyes A monument about this size. To pierce the curious skies fill the angels with surprise. More aptly characterize His worth, and by a people wise, Who rightly knew their man to prize. Be raised and thus inscribed Man dies. But fame forever lives. Here lies the greatest man beneath the skies. His name it was "Perfection." USUAL REALIZATION. But this is just about the size He gets on due reflection. — Boston Globe. Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria. When Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria. When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria. When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria. When she had Children, she gave them Castoria. Unique Kissing Game. Back in the North Carolina mountains the student of customs may still find material for research. The most unique are the kissing games, which still elicited to the soil. A lot of big-limbed, powerful young men and apple cheeked, buxum girls gather and select one of their number as master of ceremonies. He takes his station in the center of the room, while the rest pair off and parade around him. Suddenly one young woman will throw up her hands and say: "I am a-pinin'." The master of ceremonies takes it up, and the following dialogue and interlocution takes place: "Miss Arabella Jane Apthorp says she's a-pinin'. What is Miss Arabella Jane Apthorp a-pinin' fur?" "I'm a-pinin' fur a sweet kiss." "Miss Arabella Jane Apthorp says she's a-pinin' fur a sweet kiss frum!" "I'm a-pinin' fur a sweet kiss from Mr. Hugh Waddle." (Blushes, convulsive giggles and confusion of the part of Miss Arabella Jane Apthorp this forced confession.) Mr. Hugh Waddle walks up manfully and relieves the fair Arabella's "pinin'" by a smack which sounds like a three-year-old steer drawing his hoof out of the mud. Then a young man will be taken with a sudden and unaccentable "pinin'," which, after the usual exchanging of questions and volunteered information, reveals the name of the maiden who causes the "gnawin.'" She coily retreat outdoors, only to be chased, overtaken, captured and forcibly compelled to relieve her captor's distress. At one of these entertainments there was a remarkably beautiful young woman who had been married about a month. Her husband was present; a big beetle-browed, black-eyed young mountaineer, with a fist like a ham. The boys fought shy of the bride, for fear of incurring the anger of the hulking spouse. The game went on for some time, when symptoms of irritation developed in the giant. Striding to the middle of the room, he said: "My wife ez poerty n'as nice'n sweet ez any gyurl hyar. You uns has known her all her life. This gauz hez been a-goin' on half an hour an' no one has pined for her onceet. If some one doesn't pine for her pooty soon thar will be trouble. She was the belle of the ball after that. Everybody pined for her. The Planet Jupiter. A radiant star will adorn the sky for several months to corio. It is Jupiter, the largest and grandest planet of the solar system. He is now in opposition with the sun, rising at sunset, resolving the meridian at midnight and setting at sunrise, being visible through the whole night. Jupiter in opposition, or opposite the sun, as the word implies, is at his greatest distance from the sun and nearest to the earth, which accounts for his superb appearance. This majestic planet is equal in volume to 1,300 worlds like ours, and casta a shadow that extends 50,000,000 of miles in space. He is called a planet, but is more like a sun, and probably gives out some light and heat. The rapid changes visible on his surface through the telescope indicate the action of mighty forces, and a possible condition approaching incandesence. Countless ages must pass before the planet's fires grow low, and are succeeded by periods of development, perfection and decay, the three processes that rule the material universe. Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria When Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria. When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria. When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria. When she had Children, she gave them Castoria. New Way or Testing Wines. The beat judges of liquors, of tea, coffee, sugar and tobacco do not use the articles they test. The old style of judging liquors, particularly wines, by tasting them has passed away, and all experts now judge simply by the nose. The expert of a winshouse who attempted to taste the scores of samples brought to him every day for examination would soon qualify himself for the position of "the awful example" brought in by the prohibition lecturer as an illustration of the evils of intemperance, while the tea or coffee tester would, by drinking decocctions of the articles, speedily become a nervous wreck. The judgment formed on the odor given out by the samples is quite as accurate as that by tasting, and without the evil results to the expert. Dummies in the Band. The barber was cutting my hair, and with the affability of his race, he strove to entertain me. His conversation ran upon his own powers as a musician. His "main hold," he said, was the cornet, but he was equally good at swallowing the piston-rod of the trombone, and wouldn't take a rear paw for the next man at scratching a sentry-box fiddle, or coqueting with the diaphragm of the baby violin. "Why then," I asked, "don't you obtain a place in some band?" "It doesn't pay," he replied; "there are too many dummies in the field. A good musician can make good pay if he can get a steady job, but there are only three or four of them in each band. The rest are dummies. This, of course, does not apply to the prominent bands, but a good many of the smaller ones are made up in this way. Oh, no! None of it for me. I'd rather scrape a customer than a fiddle, and I prefer to blow my own horn than to blow a brazen one." "Take the picnic-excursion bands, chowder bands and target-company bands—at least 10 per cent of them are chuck full of dummies." He continued: "Suppose you want to hire a band for any purpose. You hunt up a leader and ask him how much he'll charge for, say, twenty pieces. He'll tell as the word implies, is at his greatest distance from the sun and nearest to the earth, which accounts for his superb appearance. This majestic planet is equal in volume to 1,300 worlds like ours, and casts a shadow that extends 50,000,000 of miles in space. He is called a planet, but is more like a sun, and probably gives out some light and heat. The rapid changes visible on his surface through the telescope indicate the action of mighty forces, and a possible condition approaching incandesence. Countless ages must pass before the planet's fires grow low, and be succeeded by periods of development, perfection and decay, the three processes that rule the material universe. Observers, therefore, may watch the progress of world making on this stately member of the sun's family, as the telescope reveals the varying belts, the rifts, the bright spots, and especially the famous red spot, showing that fierce forces are raging within and beneath the cloud atmosphere that envelopes the planet. Those who are familiar with the planet's story will take a deeper interest in watching the course of the bright star that reigns supreme, and that may be recognized at a glance as looming above the southeastern horizon like a young moon, he makes his way toward the zenith. — Youth's Companion. Marie Bashkirtseff's Grave. Yesterday I went out to the pretty cemetery of Passay to see the grave of the eccentric Marie Bashkirtseff. The monument erected is, as Americans already know, the tribute of Marie's mother. It is not to be wondered at that the tomb when completed caused all Paris to talk and comment. It is a strange mixture of good and bad taste. There are two parts to the monument—a vault and a chapel. In the former stands the sarcophagus wherien lies all that remains of the girl who has set two continents talking. The bier was covered with a wreath of beautiful flowers, even a beautiful wreath of wild flowers surmounted the portrait, in oil of Marie, which hangs just above her last resting place. Day and night a light is kept burning at the bier. Coming up the steps which lead into the vault you see the chapel through the glass door. Here the grotesque is carried to an extreme. There stand Marie's favorite table, her work basket, her cushion, her working chair, while on the table lie some of her favorite books. On the wall are inscribed, in gold, the titles of her principal paintings and some verses written to the young Russian by admiring poets. It is on the whole, a unique affair, but about what you would associate with Marie herself. Could she herself see the place, she would doubtless like it, and perhaps it is better that we should. — Paris letter. A Rome dispatch says that an extreme sensation has been caused in that city by MER 22, 1891. NUMBER 50 reader and $5 a head for the $105. Now, how many suppose you get in that ten. Do you suppose that to pay real musicians $5 mimes for $1 a piece?" dummy!" can be a dummy. A bargain-counter fiend very extra wages by playing in off hours. The leader has players always at his com- regular members of his says knows where he can them. They get full pay, much music as twenty-ommies. The uniforms are and all they have to do is to shoek, look as if they are wiggle their fingers and leaves of their note-books all the real musicians do sound comes through the Ones in a while they make no blow. There is an un- and the dummy is fined his blow. You 'see he's paid for it is fine if he loses his grip some instruments are made ommies, and you couldn't even with a cyclone hitched Others are stuffed with or how absent-minded or may become he can't in-armony. Oh, it's a great Missing Game. th Carolina mountains the ms may still find material most unique are the kiss-still cling to the soil. A powerful young men and xum girls gather and select er as master of ceremonies ion in the center of the rest pair off and parade idenly one young woman hinds and say: harmonics takes it up, and analogue and interlocation the declaration of the Pope to the foreign powers that he does not feel secure in Rome. Although a large majority of the Romans are devotedly loyal to the one Italy, yet the substantial classes would view as a calamity the removal of the Papacy, which is a most profitable patron for the trade and commerce of the city. The Vatican and its various church connections, which would inevitably accompany the Pope in any direction he might go, expend, it is estimated, 6,000,000 lire yearly among the various business houses in Rome. This is entirely irrespective of the vast total expended by lay and ecclesiastical visitors drawn by the fact that Rome is the headquarters of the church. The sum expended by the Vatican varies annually, but an experienced resident says that in no year can it amount to less than 20,000,000 lire, including what is paid for paintings and statuary by the wealthier class of tourists. The Shadow That Rests Upon Nob Hill. The shadow of misfortune seems to rest upon San Francisco's Nob Hill. That part of the city is crowded by dwellings that are almost palaces. Upon them money has been lavished with the frost hand. The plans, grand in scope and elaborate in detail, have been carried out with prodigal extravagance. Yet most of these dwellings, save for the presence of a servant or two, stand tenantless. The gates are locked and the massive carved doors hidden by barriers of plank. Lifeless and forlorn, they tell no story but of pride ungratified and happiness that could not be purchased. The mansion of Senator Stanford, with its grounds, occupies half a block. It is at the corner of California and Powell streets, at the brow of an elevation, the yard sloping down to the thoroughfare below, and on two sides being secured by a lofty wall surmounted by a railing. It is not an imposing structure, except from its great size, being rather plain exterior. Inside the rooms are high, and by the most critical would be acknowledd artistic. Rare treasures have been litical lights. He staked all upon the fortunes of Maximilian and lost. The title of "Duke and Duchess of Sonora" became thrust upon himself and wife, and he never regained his prestige. E.J. Baldwin, the "Lucky" Baldwin of more than local fame, for a time occupied the Gwin house. He likes to live on Nob Hill, and is able to do so. The Ralston house, opposite Fred Crocker's, is a marvelous creation in woods. It is a work of art throughout. So the shadow seems to rest on Nob Hill. Its architectural triumphs conceal many a somber story, and its history of mishaps and tragedy is not untinged with crime. Shall We Have Weather Forecasts? The following letter has been received from the Chamber of Commerce of Los Angeles: The Forecast office of the Weather Bureau at San Francisco is desirous of learning what sections of the agricultural portion of Southern California will derive benefit from weather forecast signals, and the views and wishes of the Chamber of Commerce have been asked, with regard to the territory of Los Angeles, San Bernardino and Orange counties. A limited number of stations will be established in the territory designated, and forecast signal flags and daily telegraphic messages will be furnished free of charge. The rules governing the matter are as follows: Only one forecast can be furnished; to be morning or evening at the option of the receiver. All messages must come over Western Union lines, or if sent by any other line must be at the expense of the recipient. Messages must be sent to some one individual, who will make it his business to display the forecast flag punctually and regularly. The flag pole and halliards must be furnished by the section receiving the forecasts. For further particulars with regard to the furnishing of these signals, those interested should apply to Geo.E. Franklin, Weather Observer, at Los Angeles. Any locality which desires forecast signals, and does not already receive them, should without delay decide upon some individual who will make it his duty to re- Kissing Game. It will Carolina mountains the may still find material most unique are the kiss still cling to the soil. A powerful young men and girls gather and select as master of ceremonies in the center of the heat pair off and parade idle one young woman holds and say: Juno Apthorp says she's kiss. Who is Miss Araipin' fur a sweet kiss. Her sweet kiss from Mr. Ushes, convulsive giggles on the part of Miss Araipin' this forced confession.) She walks up manfully and Abella's "pinin'" by a mud will be taken with a contatable "pinin'" which changes of questions and emotion, reveals the name causes the "gnawin'." He outdoors, only to be captured and forcibly her captor distress. The game went on for symptoms of irritation desiring the anger of the sun. He pines for her once on pine for her pooty soon mole. Mole of the ball after that for her. Jupiter. Will adorn the sky for seviere. It is Jupiter, the large planet of the solar system, companion with the sun, rising at sunrise, being visible night. Position, or opposite the sun, is at his greatest distance and nearest to the earth, his superb appearance. Planet is equal in volume to ores, and casts a shadow 0,000,000 miles in space, but is more like a sun, out some light and heat. Grace visible on his surface soope indicate the action of a possible condition appearance. Must pass before the low, and are succeeded by moment, perfection and decay, that rule the material less. The gates are locked and the massive carved doors hidden by barriers of plank. Lifeless and forlorn, they tell no story but of pride ungratified and happiness that could not be purchased. The mansion of Senator Stanford, with its grounds, occupies half a block. It is at the corner of California and Powell streets, at the brow of an elevation, the yard sloping down to the thoroughfare below, and on two sides been secured by a lofty wall mounted by a railing. It is not an imposing structure, except from its great size, being rather plain exteriorly. Inside the rooms are high, and by the most critical would be acknowledged artistic. Rare treasures have been gathered to adorn them. But the mansion is deserted. No foot presses the carpets. Seldom do the doors swing open. To the Senator and wife the place is a house of sorrow. Here, in 1883, occurred the funeral of Leland Stanford Jr., their only child. At the age of 16 he had died abroad from Roman fever. In his old room, looking out over the bay, all the belongings of his boyhood cluster undurbed. His picture hangs before a window, the blinds of which are never drawn. To this room a mother comes to weep. It is the shrine of her grief. Except when this sad mission brings her, the house is generally empty, its splendor wasted and its costly boards gathering dust. The Senator and his wife live, as a rule, at Menlo Park, within sight of the great university, upon which; as a monument to his boy, the Senator expended millions. Next to the Stanford mansion, and occupying the other half of the same block, is Hopkins-Saarles property. It was the ambition of Mark Hopkins to have a house more vast and imposing than that of his old business associate. He got it. It cost him $1,500,000, but it cast its shadows farther than the Stanford pile could. Then Hopkins died. To the childless widow was left this turreted and butressed work of the architect, its scores of apartments furnished in sumptuous style. Mrs. Hopkins was a cold woman. She had no friends, nor did she want any. In due time she gave two perfunctorily correct entertainments, but all the time she hated California and had no desire to stay here. The man who was building her a castle in the East wooded her and her millions. The great house here was stripped and closed. It has been for sale a long time. Mrs. Hopkins-Saarles, as the world knows, is dead. Nobody lives in the Flood manion. It was made to live in and coat $3,500,000. It is of brownstone. Every piece in the building itself and the heavy wall surrounding the sample grounds was brought around the Horn. The long flight of steps leading up to the portico, with the square pillars show no sign of wear. Children come and play on it sometimes till the gardner orders them away. Without, the house is as dreary as a tomb. Within, it has carved furniture and gems of art. It is open neither to the public nor to mice. It has never been regularly occupied. After the death of J.C. Flood the family retired to San Mateo. Some of the members occasionally come to the city and sojourn in the lonesome place a few days. However, in supplying something for the curious to gaze at the Flood brownstone seems to find its only mission. The Coltons in their Italian villa once kept open house. For a time gayety held away and then mishaps came. General Colton died audibly. Litigation ensued and much of the estate was frittered away. Carrie, the General's beautiful daughter, after a few seasons married a several times millionaire. In a year and a half he died, leaving her and her only child nearly $4,000,000. For two less. The mansion of Senator Stanford, with its grounds, occupies half a block. It is at the corner of California and Powell streets, at the brow of an elevation, the yard sloping down to the thoroughfare below, and on two sides been secured by a lofty wall mounted by a railing. It is not an imposing structure, except from its great size, being rather plain exteriorly. Inside the rooms are high, and by the most critical would be acknowledged artistic. Rare treasures have been gathered to adorn them. But the mansion is deserted. No foot presses the carpets. Seldom do the doors swing open. To the Senator and wife the place is a house of sorrow. Here, in 1883, occurred the funeral of Leland Stanford Jr., their only child. At the age of 16 he had died abroad from Roman fever. In his old room, looking out over the bay, all the belongings of his boyhood cluster undurbed. His picture hangs before a window, the blinds of which are never drawn. To this room a mother comes to weep. It is the shrine of her grief. Except when this sad mission brings her, the house is generally empty, its splendor wasted and its costly boards gathering dust. The Senator and his wife live, as a rule, at Menlo Park, within sight of the great university, upon which; as a monument to his boy, the Senator expended millions. Next to the Stanford mansion, and occupying the other half of the same block, is Hopkins-Saarles property. It was the ambition of Mark Hopkins to have a house more vast and imposing than that of his old business associate. He got it. It cost him $1,500,000, but it cast its shadows farther than the Stanford pile could. Then Hopkins died. To the childless widow was left this turreted and butressed work of the architect, its scores of apartments furnished in sumptuous style. Mrs. Hopkins was a cold woman. She had no friends, nor did she want any. In due time she gave two perfunctorily correct entertainments, but all the time she hated California and had no desire to stay here. The man who was building her a castle in the East wooded her and her millions. The great house here was stripped and closed. It has been for sale a long time. Mrs. Hopkins-Saarles, as the world knows, is dead. Nobody lives in in coat $3,500,000. It is of brownstone. Every piece in the building itself and the heavy wall surrounding the sample grounds was brought aroundthe Horn.The long flight of steps leading up to the portico，withthe square pillars show no sign of wearChildren come and play on it sometimes tillthe gardner orders them away.Without,the house is as dreary as a tomb.Withinit,has carved furnitureand gemsofart.Isopenneithertothepublicnortomice.Hasneverbeenregularoccupied.AfterthedeathofJ.C.FloodthefamilyretiredSanMateo.SomeofthemembersoccasionallycometocityandsojourninthelonesomeplaceafewdaysHowever.insupplying somethingforthecurioustogazeattheFloodbrownstoneseemstohfinditsonlymission. The Coltons in their Italian villa once kept open houseForatimegayetyheldawayandthenmishapscameGeneralColtondiedaudibly.Litigationensuededandmuchoftheestatewasfritteredaway.Carrie,theGeneral'sbeautifuldaughter,aferafewseasonsmarriedaseveraltimesmillionaire.Inayearandahalfhe died.leavingherandheronlychildnearly$4,000,000Fortwo Any locality which desires forecast signals,and does not already receive themshouldwithoutdelaydecideupsomeindividualwhowillmakeithisdutytoreceivethemessagesanddisplaythesignals.Noticeofthisactionshouldimmediatelybe senttoMr.Franklin,andtheapplicationwillbepromptlylivedwiththeforecastofficeratSanFrancisco。它isevidentthatconsiderableadvantagemaycometothevariousagriculturalsectionsOfSouthernCaliforniabytheavailingthemselvesofthisopportunity,andforthatreasontheChamberOfCommerce takesthismeansofcallingtheirattentiontothematter,toughnoticessenttothelocalpapers. Real Estate Transfers. The following transfers of real estate have been recorded duringthe week: ThomasM.ClarkandMinaM.M ClarktoPanlaMockenhaupt-10acresinsoutherlypartoflotS.AnaisheimExtension;$2,500Wm.S.FithiantoSamuelS.Houston-N12acresof28acresinSWSec26,T3R10;$1,400RebeccaBillecktoAugustSteinikeandHenryBrunning-Lots12and13blockA,Lorelettract,Anaheim;alsodividedinterestinlots18to22inclusive,intlockSantaFe tract;$845J.A.VailandMrs.B.M.VailtoT.S.Grinshaw-Allrighttitle,andinterestinblock34,Fullerton;$1StearnsRanchosCo.toP.A.Astont—SEiofNWSec7.T4R10;$10P.A.AstontConDunn—EiofSEiofNWSec7.T4R10;$100P.A.AstontDavidCloskey—WiofSEiofNWSec7.T4R10;$100StearnsRanchosCo.toB.F.Pritchard-FractionalNWSec2.T4R1128.91acresagreement;$1734B.F.PritchardtoW.A.Parker—Assignmentofabove. SameToSame—UseofroadalongWsideof23acresinSWSec26,T3R10. StearnsRanchosCo.toB.F.Pritchard-FractionalNWSec2.NWSec21,T4R1127.095accesagreement;$1677B.F.PritchardtoR.CArchibald—Assignmentofabove. StearnsRanchosCo.toB.F.Pritchard-NWSec2.NWSec21,T4R1128.91accesagreement;$1400W.E.PritchardtoR.F.Bennet—Assignmentofabove.R.F.BennetttoWm.McCarthy—Assignmentofabove. StearnsRanchosCo.toB.F.Pritchard-FractionalNWSec2.NWSec21,T4R1127.095accesagreement;$1677B.F.PritchardtoR.CArchibald—Assignmentofabove. StearnsRanchosCo.toB.F.Pritchard-NWSec2.NWSec21,T4R1128.91accesagreement;$1400W.E.PritchardtoR.F.Bennet—Assignmentofabove.R.F.BennetttoWm.McCarthy—Assignmentofabove. PlayedHighwaymanandWasShot.H.M.Russell,brocaupfromAlamo,LowerCalifornia,rportsthatashewonhisway.accompaniedbyJoePeterson,aMexicanmetthemsaboutSoclockoneevenlastweekatasholderplaceintheroadandattempttoholdthemup.Hodein It must pass before the low, and are succeeded by moment, perfection and decay, thus that rule the material before, may watch the prologue on this stately member as the telescope reveals the rifts, the bright spots, the famous red spot, showing are raging within and between atmosphere that envelops familiar with the planet's deeper interest in watching bright star that reigns supremely be recognized at a height above the southeastern moons, he makes his own with — Youth's Companion. Skirtseff's Grave. Out to the pretty companion the grave of the eccentric skirtseff. The monument americans already know, the mother. It is not to be the tomb when completed to talk and comment. It is a good and bad taste, parts to the monument—a briain lies all that remains of two continents talking, armed with a wreath of beautifull a beautiful wreath of wild portrait, in oil, of ages just above her last resting and night a light is kept near the vault you see the chapel door. Here the grotesque extreme. There stand Marie's work basket, her cushion, while on the table lie its books. On the wall are the titles of her principal some verses written to the lyrics admiring poets. It is, onique affair, but about what associate with Marie herself. If she see the place, she would it, and perhaps it is better — Paris letter. Match says that an extreme seem caused in that city by It has never been regularly occupied. After the death of J. C. Flood the family retired to San Mateo. Some of the members occasionally come to the city and sojourn in the lonesome place a few days. However, in supplying something for the curious to气 at the Flood brownstone seems to find its only mission. The Coltons in their Italian villa once kept open house. For a time gayety held away and then mishaps came. General Colton died suddenly. Litigation ensued and much of the estate was frittered away. Carrie, the German beautifl daughter, after a few seasons married several times millionaire. In a year and a half he died, leaving her and her only child nearly $4,000,000. Two years she remained a widow, and then married Henry McLane Martin, a love match without doubt. A few months ago Mr. Martin started for his ranch near Montezuma. At Dillon he sickened. His wife hastened to him, and was at his side when he breathed his last. The heart-broken woman, the second time widowed, closed the great villa. Like its brownstone neighbor it is vacant and gruesome with memories. The Crocker residence is in dispute, each of the boys deeming it rightfully his inheritance. Fred has nominal possession, but lives at the Pacific Union Club. Before Fred Crocker became a widower he lived in the Frank Newlands. Newlands himself has lost two wives. The first a Sharon, who left him over $5,000,000. The second was a niece of Ward McAllister. The Newlands home is splendid within and without, and yet death has invaded it so ruthlessly that we can but wonder if happiness can be there. These five houses, the Stanford) Hopkins-Searles, Flood, Colton and Crocker, constitute the aristocracy of Nob Hill. There are other remarkable ones in the vicinity. The Bourne house has a history. The owner was considered perfectly sane, but when found in a bath-tub with his throat out it was concluded that he must have been crazy. Addison E. Head bought the house. Head afterward lost much of his fortune, although he got part of it back again. The picturesque, rambling house is now part of the Hearst estate. Like many others, it is deserted and silent. Upon its inner walls hang some of the finest paintings owned in the West. There are canvases by Bouguereau, Cabanel and Doran. No one looks at them, unless the servant who brushes the frames. The Shawhan house is hardly as noted as the stables attached. The feed boxes are of marble. The stalls and mangera are mounted with burnished brass. For every groom there is a room exquisitely furnished in California woods. The pace to correspond with such environment could not last always. Financial and domestic troubles came. The old residence of Senator Gwin is pointed out as one having a history. Gwin was at one time one of California's brightest poets. Fractional NW] of NW] of Sec. 2, T 4, R 11, 27,095 acres, agreement to convey; $1,677. B.F. Pritchard—NW] of NW] of Sec. 2, T 4, R 11; $840. Stearns Ranchos Co. to B.F. Pritchard—NW] of NW] of Sec. 2, T 4, R 11; $840. Stearns Ranchos Co. to E.J.Abbot—E] of SW] of NW] of Sec. 33, T 4, R 10; $10. Played Highwayman and was shot. H.M.Russell, who came up from Alamo, Lower California, reports that as he was on his way, accompanied by Joe Peterson, a Mexican met them about S o'clock one evening last week at a sheltered place in the road and attempted to hold them up. He rode in front of their horses and shouted "Ariba" (up), at the same time displaying a revolver. Taking him for a highwayman, Peterson tired with his double-barreled shotgun and brought the man down. The charge of buckshot took effect in the man's left breast and arm, breaking the bone in the latter. It is believed he will die. His name is Pedro Gastillon. He lives five miles from Enseada, and is one of the oldest residents of that country. He is about 80 years old. During thirty or forty years he has been in the habit of going off on a periodical drunk, and when on his way home he drove everybody he met off the road. Whether his last attempt was anything more than the usual bluff is not known, but it is certain that he tried it once too often. Simultaneously with the shooting Peterson jumped from the buggy to be ready for an onslaught, not knowing who else might be in waiting. The team took fright and ran away, overturning the buggy and dragging Russell some distance through the brush. One of the horses received three buckshot through the ears, and Russell got a bruise on his left cheek, so near was the gun to his face when it was discharged. They were bringing up gold bullion to the value of about $4,000 and were on the lookout for footpads; hence the prompt execution of the shotgun. Russell is acquainted with Gastillon's family and has frequently stopped at their place on his way to and from his mine. It is the wealthiest family in that section and at one time owned nearly all of the land thereabout. The circumstances of the shooting justified it, as the night was dark, the road was overgrown with heavy chapparel and the old man's actions were extremely hostile. A man named Roach, who owns land over which the wagon-road from Riverside to Colton ran until recently, some time ago ran a barbed-wire fence across the road, and failed to put up a sign to warn the people of its presence. A number of horses were injured by being driven against the wire at night, and W.R.Spence of Riverside has just recovered judgment against Roach for $250,the value of an animal injured by being driven against the wire.