Judge — October 26, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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From the time that Mr. Morris | was a babe he rolled in good looks as well as in good clothes, and now the future junrolled itselt’ before him a blank and open page, upon which he might inscribe what he pleased—his autograph in the crimson if he liked. He might travel abroad. But Mr. Morris was wise, and for him the continent of his own country sufficed. of- ties. Crude ization had Also | pretty girls and opportunities for invest. his colleg The Pacific coast fered a lap big with possi | barbarities had vanished, civ come—and with civilization cooks. |ment. He determined to go to San Fran- ‘The way thither offered little of in- terest to a man of Mr, Morris's simple habits. Wives were much in evidence at Salt Lake City, but for them he had little cisco, !moment. It was not until the alkali des- ert lay well behind him that he considered life on the plains worth living. : In that golden day fewer letters of introduction to San Francisco were need- ed than now. Youth and good manners these credentials the Golden Gate swung | open on hospitable hinges. At the end of a week Mr. Morris wrote home that never hefore had he been so well treated often. He had Cliff House to see guessed out the which /in the or so been driven out to the the seals; he had meaning of the" L. S. ixties persuaded Mr. ter, then the proprietor, to have engraved on his tableware and embroidered on his napery; he had been ferried over to A\ catraz and Oakland for the day; he had been taken unharmedly through the Chi- nese quarter by the joint efforts of a local detective and a Unitarian clergyman ; he had escaped from an earthqu: y slide ing down from an upper floor of the hotel ona hand-rail in his night-robe—nothing indeed, had been omitted in his behalf that in that day was done to entertain the curious visitor. ke | As for picnics, more were gotten up for him than one could shake a stick at. And the delightful young ladies whom he met on these all-too-love- ly occasions were more than you could shake a bunch of golf-sticks There | was one in particular—Miss Daisy Wash- | ington, from up the coas told | And she was a dream! Scarcely turned et had an ease a he eighteen, she of m: ind a grace nner that one would have said must come from a long line of ancestral dames whose portraits hung somewhere on sto- ried walls, for she herself could have seen but little of the world. Her eyes brought to you the blue of Italian skies, but the ed them were dark asa tropic night. The curve of the back of her head when she leaned forward to say that you mustn't say that again had a grace that one finds only in Vandykes of the later period, and the two too-cunning little curls that nest- led at her neck always seemed to need just a wee bit of a twist that your fingers ached to give. Iam here quoting from a abbits and jack-pots | brows above and the long lashes that: “John Paul"). description that Mr. Morris in later years gave one night at the club after he had rung the bell several times. Mr. Morris had been her favorite and favored escort on the excursions to Oakland, to Napa Valley, and to the Geysers, to say nothing of sid shows at the Woodward Gardens and at the Willows; and now a trip had been planned to the big trees of Calaveras County, to which all looked forward with Mr. 1 at the hotel to plan Something clse that he for some days had had in his mind, but the delight, Morris had call young lady seemed tired, and explained it by saying she had been packing. “And now it must be good-bye, as well as good-night, 1 suppose, Mr. Mor- ris," she said, when she offered him her hand as he rose to go; for to-morrow 1 return to my p Seattle !" he cried, in wild delight. “By all that's lovely, what luck! I've got to run down there myself, to look at some rents at Seattle. property [ think of buying—an orange- grove,” he added, by way of further and complete explanation “How nice!" she said. “Then it's au revoir instead of good-bye, and I shall look to see you on the boat. Good-night.” + When does the boat go tle asked Mr. Morris of the clerk, when he reached the hotel. + Eight o'cléck to-morrow morning, from the Pacific Mail Steamship’s whart,” + AML right. a carriage ready Call me for it and have The next morning—rather late, of course, else it had not been that leisurely tleman—Mr. Morris rattled down to the wharf with a small hand-bag in which he had hurriedly stowed a few things for the day. He was rather surprised to find an ocean steamer churning there with im- patient wheels; but in San Francisco one became accustomed The fare, however: soon to surprises. a hundred and fifty dollars for just a little excursion to some suburban place like Oakland or Seattle— did surprise him, and not a little ; but he was too dead game a sport to object, and so he paid it, On deck he found the young lady, dressed in white and with a ligh blue parasol, chatting with the captain at the window of the pilot-house. It seemed to him that her costume was rather light and airy for an excursion of some distance by water, but he was too polite to make comment, and she introduced him to the captain, Almost at the came the ery of «All ashore that ain't same moment a-goin’ !" and the young lady extended her hand with, “Good-bye, Mr. Morris.” + Butare not yor going?” he asked with some interest and more | ewilderment. “Oh, [ forgot to say that papa tele- graphed me late last night to mect him in New York instead.” | And she was gone With her the gang-plank. There was a blowing caring of whistles and mates, a creak of machin. ery, and the last thing that Mr. Morris saw or remembered of San Francisco was. the waving on the wharf of a light-blue parasol ir and flut a lily-white hand, and a familiar like voice calling over the rapid- ly-inereasing stretch of water, * Good-bye, Mr. Morris—good-bye | L hope you'll have a pleasant trip to Seattle comicbooks.com