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TUB most remarkable effect of a fa
trip is, to my mind. Us wonderful
Influence for amiability. I hadn't
parted Sandy Hook before I felt. an af
fable suavity si'ttlin down upon me like
a February fn I am at all timrs of a
contented and peaceful nature, hut this
leihurgrU- urbanity was a new sensation,
ami, an I opined it was but the beginning
of a series of new sensations, I gave my
self ui to It will a satisfied feeling that
my trip had really besiiin.
rid yet I wan haunted by a vague un-r-H.-'lness
that It hadn't begun right. I had
planned to bo mofit methodical on this
voyage. 1 had resolved that when I came
nboaid I would go first to my stateroom
anil unpai k my steamer trunk, arrange
my belongings neatly In their proper port
holes and bunkers, find my reserved deck-:-!inir.
ami attach to It my carefully
tagged rug and pillow. Then I meant to
take off and pai-k away my pretty trav
eling costume, and array myself In my
"steamer clothes.' thesa having been se
lected with much care and thought In ac
cordance with numerous and conflicting
advices.
Whereas, Instead of all this. I had hur
riedly looked Into my stateroom, and only
noted that it was a tiny white box, piled
high with luggage, part of which I recog
nized as my own, and the rest I assumed
belonged to my as yet unknown room
mate. Then I had drifted out on deck,
cropped Into some chair, I know not
whoso; and, still in my trig tailor-made
costume and feathered hat, I watched the
roast line fade away and leave the sea
and sky alone together.
Suddenly It occurred to me that I was
receiving "first impressions." How I
hated the term! Every one I knew, who
had ever crossed the ocean before I did,
had said to me, "And you've never been
over before? Oh, how I envy you your
first Impressions!"
As I realised that about 79 people were
even then consumed with a burning envy
of these first impressions of mine, 1 some
how felt It Incumbent upon me to Justify
their attitude by achieving the most In
tensely enviable impressions extant.
And yet, bo prosaic are my mental pro
cesses, or else so contrary-minded Is my
subconscious self, that the Impression that
obtruded Itself to the exclusion of all oth
ers was the somewhat obvious one that
the sea air would soon spoil my feathers.
While making up my mind to go at once
to my stateroom and save my lovely
plumes from their Impending fate, I fell
to wondering what my room-mate would
be like. I knew nothing of her save that
her name was Jane Sterling. This,
though, was surely an indication of her
personality, for notwithstanding the usual
iuappropriateness of cognomens, any one
named Jane Sterling could not be other
wise than well born, well bred, and com
panionable, though a bit elderly, .
T seemed to see Jane Sterling with a
gaunt face, hooked nose, and grizzled
hair, though I admitted to myself that she
nilKht be a fragile, poreelaln-like little old
maid.
This conflict of possibilities impelled me
to go to my stateroom and make Jane
Sterling's acquaintance, and, incidentally,
put away my best hat.
So I started, and on my way received
another of my "first Impressions."
This was a remarkable feeling of at
hotneness on the steamer. I had never
been on an ocean liner before, yet I felt
as though I had lived on one for years.
The balancing of myself on the swaying
stairs seemed to come naturally to me,
and I felt that T should have missed the
peculiar atmosphere of the dlning-saloon
hail It not sssailed my senses.
As I entered Stateroom D, I found Jane
Sterling already there. But as the physi
cal reality was so different from the lady
i-f my Imagination, 1 sat down on the edge
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Two years aso yesterday the dou
ble calamity of earthquake and fire
devastated San Francisco. For days
after the first meager news reached
Portland, after almost superhuman
efforts to establish eomimuiiratfon
with tho stricken city, until final-
of my white-spread berth and stared at
her.
Sitting on the edge of the opposite
berth, and staring back at me, was a
small child with big eyes. She wore a
stiff little frock of white pique, and her
brown hair was "bobbed" and tied up
with an enormous white bow. Her brown
eyes had a solemn gaze, and her little
hands were clasped In her lap.
It was quite needless to ask her name,
for Jane Sterling was plainly and unmis
takably written all over her, and I mar
veled that the name hadn't told me at
once what she looked like.
"How old are you, Jane?" I asked.
"Seven," she replied, with a little sigh,
as of the weight of years.
Her voice satisfied me. She was one of
those unusual children, whom some speak
of as "queer," and others call "old-fashioned."
But they are neither. They are distinct
ly a modern variety, and their unusual
ness lies in the fact that they have a
sense of humor.
"And Is this your first trip abroad?" I
went on.
"No, my seventh," said Jane; with a de
licious little matter-of-fact air.
"Indeed! Well, this' is the first time I
have crossed, so I trust you will take pity
on my ignorance, and instruct me as to
what I should do."
I said this with an intent to be sociable,
and make the child feel at ease, but no
such effort was necessary.
"There is nothing to do diffelunt." she
said, with a, bewitching smile. "You Just
do what you would in your own house."
It was the first really good advice I had
had concerning my steamer manners, and
I put it away among my other first im
pressions for future use.
Then Jane's mother appeared, and I
learned that she occupied the next state
room, and that she hoped Jane would not
annoy me, and that she was glad I liked
children, and that she had three, and that
they crossed every year, and that if I
wanted anything at all I was to ask her
for it. Then she put a few polite ques
tions to me, ssid duly envied me my first
Impressions, and returned to her other
babies.
Jane proved a most delightful room
mate. and,as she was never Intrusive or
troublesome, I felt that I had drawn a
prize in the ship's lottery.
The morning of the second day I rose
with a determination to get to work. I
had no intention of dawdling, and, more
over. I had much to do. In the first
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ly authent-ic information was re
ceived which told of the greatest
disaster that ever visited this Coast,
there, waa deepest (floom In Port
land. Hundreds of people here had
relatives in the Bay City fcnd thou
sands had friends there. Anxiety,
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Crossing the Atlantic
place, I wanted to get settled in my deck-
chair, in that regulation bent-mummy po
sition so often pictured in Summer novels,
and study my fellow-passengers. I had
been told that nothing was so much fun
as to study people on deck. Then I had
many letters to write and many books to
read. I wanted to learn how to compute
the ship's log, and how to talk casually
Portrait
of "knots." After all these had been ac
complished, I intended to plan out my
itinerary for the Summer. This I wanted
to do after I was out of all danger of ad
vice from friends at home and before I
made the acquaintance of any one on
board who might attempt to advise me.
So determined was I to plan my own
trip that I would have been glad to get
out on a desert island and wait there for
the next steamer, rather than have any
assistance in the matter of laying out my
route.
Immediately after breakfast, therefore,
arrayed in correct steamer costume, and
carrying rug, pillow, paper-covered novel,
veil, fur boa, and two magazines, I went
to my deck-chair and prepared to camp
out for the morning. As the deck steward
was not about, I tried to arrange my
much-desired mummy effect myself.
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grief and despair were depicted on
the faces of those who crowded
around the newspaper and telegraph
offices, waiting Impatiently for news
of the fate of loved ones, or concern
ing material losses. There were only
two days in Portland history when
of Jane
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Technique seemed lacking In my efforts,
and. slightly embarrassed at my inability
to manage the refractory rug, I looked
up to see Jane watching me.
"Tou mustn't put the rug over you,"
she explained, in her kind little way. "You
must put yourself over the rug."
At her advice I got out of the chair,
and she spread the rug smoothly in it.
Sterling
"Sit down," she said, briefly, and I
obeyed.
Cleverly, then, she flung up the sides
and tucked in the corners, until the rug
swarHed me In true seventeenth-trip fash
Ion. Jane proceeded to arrange my pillow
and the other odds and 'ends of comfort.
She disapproved, however, of my reading
matter.
"Magazines won't stay open," she ob
served, "and paper books won't eever."
Jane's few mispronunciations were
among her chiefest charms.
"But it won't matter." she added,
cheerfully. "You won't read, anyhow."
This reminded me that I had no inten
tion, of reading, being there for the pur
pose of studying my fellow-passengers.
I was still obsessed by that strange sen
sation of inanition.
Although beatiflcally serene and abnor-
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OF COAST METROPOLIS, SHOWING
such a pall of sorrow and depression
spread over the people. Those days
were when Sumter was fired upon
and when news of Lincoln's assassina
tion reached the Coast. What has
happened in the City of San Fran
cisco in the two years elapsing since
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mally good-natured, I felt an utter aver
sion to exertion of any kind, mental,
moral or physical. Even the thought of
studying my fellow-travelers "teemed a
task too ardous to contemplate.
And so I sat there all the morning and
pot a fellow-traveler was studied.
"This won't do," I said to myself, se
verely, after luncheon. "Here you are,
not a hint of seasickness, the day is per
fect, you know how to adjust your rug,
and all conditions are favorable. You
must study your fellow-travelers."
But the afternoon showed little im
provement on the morning. As a result
of desperate effort.'I scrutinized one lady
and decided to call her the Lady with the
Green Bag. ..
It wasn't a very clever characteriza
tion, but it was, at least, founded on fact.
Another I conscientiously contemplated
and finally dubbed her (he Lady Who
Isn't an Actress. This was rather a
negative description, but I based it on the
neatness of her vanity-bag, and the care
lessness of her belt, and I im sure it was
true.
The Clucking Mother was easily recog
nized, and a pink-cheeked and white
handed young man, who attempted to
talk to me, I snubbed, and then to my
self I designated him as Simple Simon.
I wasn't really rude to him, and I
fully Intended to make acquaintances
among the passengers later on; but I
am . methodical, and after I had all my
other tasks attended to I hoped to have
two or three days, left for social inter
course. But after a time the chair next mine
was left vacant, and then a laughing
young girl seated herself in it.
Apparently it didn't belong to her, and
M sat down there with the express pur
pose of talking to me. My arduous study
of my fellow-travelers had somewhat
wearied me, and her sudden and unin
vited appearance disturbed that serene
calm which I had supposed unassailable,
and so I angrily characterized her in
my mind as a Bold-Faced Jig.
This name was so apt that it really
pleased me, and I voluntarily smiled in
appreciation of my appreciation of her.
So sympathetic was she (as I afterward
discovered) that she smiled too, and then
I couldn't, in common decency, be rude
to her. She chatted away, and before I
knew it I was charmed with her. I
didn't change the name I had mentally
bestowed on her, but, instead, I told her
of it, and It delighted' her beyond meas
ure. I told her, too, how I intended to
devote the next two days to planning my
Summer trip, then a day for writing let
ters, and after that I hoped to play
bridge, or otherwise hobnob socially with
certain people whom I had mentally se
lected for that purpose.
The Bod-Faced Jig laughed heartily
at this. T
. "Haven't you any idea where you're go
ing to travel?" she asked.
"Not the slightest."
"Well, let me advise you "
"Oh, please don't!" I cried. "I left
my planning until now in order to get
away from all advisers. I must decide
for myself. I know just what I want,
and I cant bear to be interfered with."
The B.-F. J. looked amazed at first,
and then she laughed.
"All right," she said. "Now listen.
Miss Emmins. I think you're delightful,
and I'm going to help you all I can by
not advising you. But if you've not
finished your Itinerary plans in two days,
mayn't I tell you then what I was going
to advise?"
"Yes," I said, with dignity and decis
ion,' if you will keep away from me for
two das, and do all you can to keep
others away.'
She promised, land it was more of a
task than.lt might seem, for as I sat in
PROGRESS MADB IN REBUILDING.
the disaster today arouses the as
tonishment and admiration of the
world, and the indomitable spirit of
its people has turned the pity felt for
the stricken city two years ago into
congratulations. "Where there were
a few structures, standing like senti-
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my deck-chair, or, oftener, at a table
In the library, surrounded by Baedekers,
time-tables, maps, guidebooks and Hare's
Walks in London, many of tne socially
Inclined of curious-minded paused to make
a tentative remark. My replies were so
coolly polite that they rarely ventured
on a second observation, but I soon dis
covered that my laughing friend had told
her comsades what I was doing, and they
awaited the result.
It is strange what trivialities will inter
est the idle minds of those who dwadle
about In the library of an ocean steamer.
Jane would occasionally come and stand
by me, saying wisely, "Are you still mak
ing your itinnery?
When I said yes, she sighed and smiled
and ran away, being desirous not to
bother.
. The first morning I engaged ih this
work, I read Interestedly of picture- gal
leries and architectural specialties. That
afternoon my interest waned, and I
studied time-tables and statistical infor
mation. The next morning I grew sick
of the whole performance and, bundling
the books and maps away, I went out to
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nels In the midst of ashes of the
great city monuments to the skill
and honesty of modern constructors,
there now rise scores of similar
buildings. Only the surroundings are
different today from those of two
years ago. The burned district has
my deck-chair. nd Idled away the hours
In waking dreams that never were on
ea or land.
That afternoon the Bold-Faced Jig ap
proached me.
"It's alt over J said. "Tr capitulated.
I make no plans while I'm on this bfrssrd
ocean. It's wicked to do anything at all
but to do nothing.
"And don't you want my advice?" she
asked, laughing still.
"I don't care," 'I answered. "You can
voica your advice if you choose. I
slia'n't listen to it, much less follow It."
Her girlish laughter rang out again.
"That was my advice,' she said. "I
was going to tell you not t plan any
trip while you are at sea. Just enjoy
the days as they come and go; don't count
them; don't do anything at all but just
be.
"I'm not through jot," she went on.
"Don't write any letters or read any
books. Don't study human nature, and
of all things don't voluntarily make ac
quaintances. K they happen along, as
I did. chat a bit if you choose, and when
they pass on, forget them
And so I took advice after all. I
made no plana, I made no abtruse diag
noses of human character, I made no ac
quaintances save such as casually hap
pened of themselves. And the days passed
In a sort of rose-colored haze, as Indefi
nite as a foggy sunrise, and as satisfy
ing as a painted nocturne of Whistler's.
And so, my first impressions of my iirst
ocean crossing are Indeed enviable.
MunrtuHuni cm a Cracker Barf.
New York Sun.
"I ir rabbed that b'a-r." aaya Vncle Ike,
Down to Blnn'e grocery stor.
"An je 1 hld it. lookln" 'round.
I Jocks! Thar stood two more!
"An Jest beyond 'em, schoochin' low,
Es them 'ar ttrltters do,
Jem 'fore they aprfng to chaw you up,
I seen a panther, too!
'Ez I was gazln' at that beast,
An' wonderln' at his size.
Off to hVp left I Bee three great
Big; wolves, with, florin' eyes!
WaH, hucka!' says I. 'I've got on hand
A Job o' quite some heft!
But I pitched In an' rasseled Mil
Them critters, right an' left.
"I grabbed an' yanked an scuffed 'em
Around an' down an' up.
An lugged each glarin' varmint off
Dead as a plzened pup!"
Then Deacon Pennington he riz.
An' vexed ex vexed could he.
He shuck his flat at Uncle Ike,
An' hollerin' out, says he:
"Ike atratton. ef whar liars has
Thfir portion all Is true, v
That burnln' brimstun lake won't be
Half hot enough for you"
The deacon's flst It quivered niffh
The tip of Isaac's nose.
But Uncle Ike jest mildly says;
"I never did suppose,
"Till I helped more that museyum, .
An' at 'em tugged an puffed.
That varmints setch ez them could b
So true to natur stuffed!"
Te the Inflnenxa Cierm.
London Globe.
By the shivering nts which chill us.
By the feverish hearts which grill us
By the pains acute which All us.
By the aches which maul and mill us.
By the quacks who draft and pill ua
By the hydroxaths who swill us.
By the allopaths who bill us.
By the nervous fears which kill us.
Tell us. tell us. wee Bacillus.
What, and why, and whence you are!
Say, are you a germ atomic?
Have you uses economic?
Are you truly miasmatic?
Are you solid or lymphatic?
Frankly, Is your cause zymotic-?
A re you native or exotic ? -When
your business Is transacted ,
Is your stay to be protracted ?
AUd do you intend. Bacillus,
To return again and kill us?
Do make answer. If you please!
Tell as briefly, tiny mystery.
What's your source and what's your history
Clear the clouds of obfuscatlon
'That surround your Incubation!
Furnish, without more obstruction.
Tour belated introduction!
Iet u know your why and wherefore.
What It I you're; In the air for.
And meanwhile. O woe Bacillus.
Since with morbid dvrad you fill us.
Prithee, take your leave at onre!
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Photo reproduced by courtesy of Sunset Magazine.
comparatively few vacant sites. Tho
picture accompanying gives a fair
idea of the marvelous rebuilding of
the city. ' San Francisco, in a few
weeks succeeding the terrible blow
It received, adopted a new' slogan:
"Earthquake forget It!"
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