| Show DEATH OF ARTHUR So the wayward fiery soul has burned itself out There was but one Arthur McEwen l Bright as Lucifer brave to recklessness cultured undisciplined his his his' cynical and his generous attributes always at war with each other the the angel angel and devil in his soul in a Steady teady wrestle for thirty-five thirty years rears j more than half an anarchist by nature and yet down deep true as steel teel surely there never was a life more filled with contradictions He lie was was wasa a fine scholar a most accomplished accomplished pushed writer a perfect editor except that he was prone to be guided by his liis passions and prejudices rather than by steady judgment He was an an indefatigable wor worker er but put in his you youth h he lie lic could work all day then all night long p paint int the t town wn He went to Virginia City to to work pork w rk on the late D Denis nis McCarthys McCarthy's Chronicle McEwen was a youth of of 24 l McCarthy was middle aged but they had some like proclivities Soon after reaching Virginia City McCarthy l M took McEwen out one evening to show him the town The result was vas that next morning every loose sign in Virginia was piled up in front of the Chronicle office as McEwen l explained so that he might familiarize himself with the names of the professional pro pro- professional and business men of the city McEwen was born in Scotland One evening he and a brother Scot had bad spent some hours together in a San Francisco cafe afe and were going home when they chanced pass The rhe British Club building McEwens McEwen's friend p pulled McEwens McEwen's sleeve and pointing across the street treet he said Mac l they are d d-d d d foreigners over over oer there I ilont dont like them 3 Neither do do I was McEwens McEwen's reply and drawing drawing draw draw- ing his pistol began to fire across the street at the knob on the clubhouse door It cost a certain millionaire a good many thousand dollars to save McEwen from taking a big chance of going to the pen for lor the outrage Once when he was running Mr l Wanamakers Wanamaker's North American in Philadelphia he wrote an an- an article about a certain company or class in that city It was waso around the office and Jo io o bitter that a mob gathered c dared 1 red him t to show hims himself He responded in a min ute i ute As he appeared a shout arouse him ilia that's ts t's the scoundrel M j McEwen looked down upon the mob for an instant in in- stant ant then with his chin high in the air air he descended L fire stairs and walked straight through the crowd the audacity of the man cowing every everyone one into silence I He knew v nothing like personal fear j he was he-was was honest honEst hon hon- Est st he always meant to be just there never was just such another man i Old readers of a local paper will remember the enchanting enchanting enchanting en en- chanting lett letters rs he wrote to that paper fifteen years ago Since then he has alternated between Mr h H Hearst's earst's arsts arst's New York and San Francisco journals save for a little time he was on the San Fr Francisco Bulletin and find two years when he ran the North American He burned his burned his life candle at both ends God rest his soul |
