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. . *  ,*.o. ,*.. .?4*?***, * **.4  .?-.4 d:* w,**-  "t".I" * " ";'t" ! Puget Sound Navy Yard I : (Copyright, 1902, by llonor L. Wilhelm.) [From ]he L.ast Maga".l . ** The wisdom and utility of the location of the Puget Sound Naval Station on Port Or- chard Bay is becoming more apparent each year, as its phenomenal growth and import- a'e show. During the latter part of Presi- dent Cleveland's administration the matter of locating another rendezvous for the repair and care of ships of war was taken up and a commission of naval men appointed with the renowned Capt. Mahan at its head to select a site. The present location was chos- en but nothing further was done. Under President Harrison another commission com- posed of civilians and naval men was ap- pointed, which, after looking over the entire coast, selected the same spot as did the com- mission headed by Cap(:. Mahan. Lieut. A. B. [ Vykoff, U. S. N., was then given authority to purchase 200 acres of land for which $10,000 were appropriated. As could be expected, as soon as the lo- cation was determined upon in 1891, the price of land at once took a leap upward and was held at $100 an acre, and,when the Lieu- tenant came to close the deal, the govern- ment was eighty-six acres short of the re- quired two hundred. Then it was that Wil- liam Bremer, the founder of Bremerton, pur- chased the Andrew Williams homestead of 168.75 acres and let the government have the required amount of land for $4,300, just half the price it cost him, thereby securing what was then termed the Port Orchard Naval Station. -" At once three townsites sprang into exist- "nce--Port Orchard adjoining the naval station on the west, Sidney across the bay, and Bremerton adjoining the station on the east. Also, great rivalry was exhibited to have the official postoffice, and Sidney so- J( cured the postal designation of Port Or- chard; Port Orchard the name of Charleston, and Bremerton postoffice was called Bremer- ton. Thus they are to-day, notwithstand- ing several attempts at the state legislatures to change the names of two of the towns and envoys sent to Washington to have the postoffices of Charleston and Port Orchard swap designations and straighten matters. The station from the beginning assumed an importance unexpected, and in 1900 was raised in its rank and re-named the Puget Sound Naval Station and several of the larg- est battleships in the United States navy were sent to its dock for cleaning and re- pairs--the Oregon, the Iowa and the Wis- consin. In 1901 the large increase of work done here necessitated the building of addi- tional shops and' the construction of more / complete equipment, which continued until in the summer of 1902 the station's rank was again raised and the place is now known as the Puget Sound Navy Yard. Most of this work was accomplished under the energetic labors of Capt. W. T. Burwell, although in so doing he worked himself out of the position of commandant, as his rank in the service was not high enough for him retain his po- sition, Rear Admiral Yates Stirling being ap- pointed to succeed him. The commandants at this station have been Lieut. A. B. Wy- koff, Commander John C. Morong, Capt. Wm. H. Whiting, Commander J. G. Green, Capt. J. B Coghlan, of Philippine fame, Capt. W. T. Burwell and Rear Admiral Yates Stirling. The navy yard covers a gentle slope, which is well drained and especially adapted for the branch of the government's business for which it is used. Here is located the largest dry dock on the Pacific coast and it is capa- cious enough to take in the largest battle- ship afloat in the world, all being able, be- cause of the wide deepwater channel to reach it under their own steam and the pilot- age of tieir own commanders. Au electric light system, gravity water works, beautiful officers' buildings and residences for officers, a office building, large, commodious ma- chine shops, steam engineering building and foundry, marine barrack.s, a training ship for naval cadets, a powder store house, coal bunkers and warehouse, an extensive new wharf and other buildings and equipment compose the improvements of the place, which in addition to the safe and extensive deep sea harbor--the best in the world make it the favorite location in the West, which it is. Large appropriations have been made for and are being expended to improve and make larger its importance and use- fulness. Fortifications have been erected and are under construction all along the channel leading to it to protect and defend it and its stores in case of war. The three towns in the immediate vicinity are thriving and growing places. Bremerton, which is now the official address, is an in- corporated city having a bustling population of about twelve or fifteen hundred people. Sidney (Port Orchard postoffice), across the bay, with steamboat and gasoline launch con- nee(ions, is a thriving place of about five hundred people. It is the county seat of Kit- sap county. Port Orchard (Charleston post- office), is a growing town, having many resi- dents who work in the navy yard. It is an admirably located townsite with a popula- tion as large as Sidney. Port Orchard Bay is within easy access of Seattle and has most excellent passenger and freight faciliHes with Seattle and Taco- ma. A railroad is expected to be built soon to the navy yard from Olympia through to Port Angeles, which in due time will be con- structed. A view is presented of the battleship Iowa entering tie dry dock, in some degree show- ing its large capacity, in which the pumping station and electric light plant appear .on the left. Sidney is situated upon the shore in the distance. Another view is presented of the navy yard site as it appeared in 1902 with the Andrew Williams farm house in the background. Another picture, taken in 1900 shows a portion of the navy yard with Brem- erton in the distance. The other view shows the dry dock as it appears from the wharf and takes in the machine shops, foundry and electric light and pow6i" station. We are in- debted to the "Port Orchard Independent" published by Thompson & Brooks, at Sidney, for the illustrations which appear herewith. Chooses His Own Brand Now. Dempsey, the clothier of Spokane,. is an economical man, says a resident of Hatting- ton. After decking himself out in the latest styles from his store he went to take in the Elks' carnival at Tacoma last year. Hero he and his friend from the country town met. After lunch his friend proposed cigars, and up to a stand they went. "Two good cigars," said the Harringtou man, throwing a four-bit piece down upon the counter. Two cigars were handed out, but no change. The cigars were lit and they sauntered down Pacific Avenue. "Those are pretty fine cigars," commented Dempsey. "Yes," replied the Harrington man, re- membering the price, "and very good for the money." "Let us go back and have a couple more," suggested Dempsey; "do you remember the place?" "Very well," retorted the other, thinking almost audibly of the price. "Remember the brand?" further requested Dempsey. "Most vividly," replied his friend. Back they went on a dead run. "Couple cigars!" exclaimed Dempsey. "What kind?" asked the dealer. "That kind," said the Harrington citizen, pointin out the box. As the box was shoved over toward them, Dempsey threw down two-bits. They both proceeded to light their weeds. Dempsey smiled with gratification. As he moved to go away the dealer said: "The price, please!" "Didn't I give you two-bits?" excitedly re- torted Dempsey. "But those are four-bit cigars," he ex- claimed. Visibly chagrined after his companion nodded assent to the truth, Dempsey shov- eled out another quarter. "I'll choose my own brand after this," he quietly murmured, as they walked away. Didn't Care to See Anybody. The same August who killed the bear with his last bullet was not seen for about a year and all hopes of ever seeing him again were abandoned. It was supposed that he had died. A party of hunters concluded to search near his hermitage and give his body a de- cent burial. The searchers after several days of severe exposure and much hardship reached his lonely cabin in the forest. It was empty and deserted. It was a most perplexing con- dition of affairs which confronted them. The next day they were traveling along a precipitous and rocky part of the shores along the river, when one of them happened to look over into the canon below. There stood August intently engaged in fishing in the rushing, tumbling torrent. "Halloa, there!" cried out one of the crowd lustily. August looked up with disgust spread over his features. "Halloa, there! That you, August?" the fellow yelled at the top of his voice. Again August looked up with impatience and silence. "Halloa!" again cried the fellow, think- ing that, after all, the object he saw might be a spectre. This time the fisherman straightened up and angrily called back: "Kape steel yo' thare; yo' skare de feesh!" then again bent over the pool in which he was fishing, unconcerned and disinterested at the approach of his fellowmen. The hunters, satisfied, went on and left him undisturbed. An Early-Day Incident. Martin Taftzon, of Whidby Island, before he died used to tell that when he left his claim in the fall of 1850 to go to Olympia to work during the winter the Indians broke into his cabin to obtain lodgings and stem his provisions. Not knowing how to utilize a stove they built a fire upon the floor and narrowly escaped burning down the building. In searching for a vessel in which to heat water they found his tea can and emptied the contents on the floor where it lay until his return. Nothing was disturbed further than his larder and all he lost was his eat- ables and provisions which .he had cached until the day of his returning. The Indians never stole anything from him, he used to say, while he was around and, no doubt, had presumed that he had "abandoned what they found." In His Sleep, On a touring trip through Eastern Wash- ington the editor of TrtE COAST had an un- usual experience. At Downs the hotel keeper took him aside and asked him if he had any objections to sleeping with a nice, clean gentleman, who was a friend of his. He was told that if the fellow was peace- able and law-abiding he had none. The fel- low came in late and mumbled and rolled in his sleep. The next night at Ephrata, the editor be- ing first on the ground, secured a room, and at evening the hotel keeper took him aside and made the same request. To this the editor rejoined that he had not, if the fellow was "no kicker" and didn't "make a holler," li.ttle thinking of what was to follow. "The fellow" was the same fellow of the night previous, and raved and roared in his sleep worse than ever. The editor made a vow. The second night following this the ed- itor was at Mission and secured a room *l,'totI"*"t"I"I'O'I'O'I"VO"*tO'I"I"I':"It'''g'*O i upon arrival. He saw the worry of his for" Vacati Case mer two nights, and jocosely asked the fel" His on low if he had secured sleeping accommo- dations. To this came the rejoinder that ! he didn't expect to stay in town over night. At 9 o'clock the editor was put to sleep Magazine] BV Elizabeth !i!!!g! in a double room. He at once rolled off into .............. slumber without difficulty. At 10 o'clock a ........ by lionel I ilh(lm ) gentle knock on the door aroused him. [I om Ihe Coast t lqO' "There's a gentleman here who is to oc- ,. o , , . cupy the other bed," explained the voice ot ,4,o,II,-I1*,* *:'*'O'I':''*I'4*'I'+*'''4"*''' the genial landlady. The editor let the man in. His consternation became vexatiowhen the lamp lit and he saw the cause of his woe. Humbly, however, he went to his bed, and was soon fast asleep. About midnight he was awakened by loud talking in the other bed "I say Schillings' is the best," the voice said. "Come off!" exclaimed the editor. "Now, let me take a tablespoonful and show yoU." "No you don't," said the editor. "I say it's the only baking powder in the world," "What's the matter with the Crescent?" asked the dditor. "The Crescent is very good, only" "\\;Take up! Wake up! Change cars!" yelled the editor. A groan and a turning over in the other bed resulted, when the fellow said: "Say, pard, what did you wake me up for? I was just about to make the .ale of my life! You're hurting business!" * "Well, I'm sorry," responded the editor, "but if you'd handle a line you could sell when you're awake you wouldn't be troubled ill sleep." The editor then felt he was even; we)t to sleep, and slept soundly until break- ast. Stuck for Manslaughter. Lawyer Saxe, of Seattle, is authority for the story that in the early clays of Skagit county a young and promising attorney was called upon to defend a fellow charged with .rder. Being in favor among the county officials this minion of the law ascertained whose names were placed upon the special venire. Selecting out one he knew to be a warm personal friend of his, he sought him out and impressed him with the importance it was for him to win the case and besought the to "stand pat," regardless of what :he others did, for a verdict of manslaugh- ter. The only hOl)e was to save the fellow's neck. In due time the case came on for trial and the fellow was sure enough one of the Jurymen The State's principal witness was not to be found, but after a three days' siege the case went to the jury. The jury retired. They were out four hours, six hours, and tip into the night. This elated the young lawyer. He was certain the culprit would go free. About midnight word came out that they stood eleven to one. It was a trying time for the young practitioner. Would his friend hold out? Shortly after midnight he sent a friend to find out upon which side the solitary vote stood. In a short time the fellow returned with the intelligence that he stood for man- slaughter. "How do the others stand?" he asked. "Acquittal," his friend replied. The lawyer gasped. Somehow a message reached the solitary iuryman before morning and, when court convened, a verdict Was brought in of ac- quittal. The attorney never tried fixing a jury again. Didn't Know What He Chose. Horace White, the genial and enterprising secretary of the Commercial Club of Port Angeles relates an amusing incident of the early days at Port Angeles. As he tells it, he with others who were instrumental in getting the town platted and the military reserva- tion opened for sale and settlement, agreed among themselves that each one should have choice of lots upon which to build homes. His clmice was second. "I took down the plat," he says, "and picked out two corner lots, centrally located with a most excellent view of the bay and straits, and felt highly pleased. The next day they were knocked down to me without . any opposing bidders. I was elated at my success and, as soon as the exciting work of the day was over, I sought to locate my prop- erty. "The lots were just as I had expected--on a commanding elevation and provided a most excellent view; but proved to be in the heart of the old burial grounds. "Yes, I was a little put out at the time, but exchanged them for several a little far- ther out. You wouldn't catch me living over any graveyard!" he concluded )vith a good humored laugh. No Doubt She Doe. Mr. Holt, the amiable and jolly represent- ative of the Holt Manufacturing Company, who has headquarters at Walls Walla, is very unfortunate at times because of an im- pediment in his speech when he becomes excited or embarrassed. It is said that he once became acquainted with a very wealthy young lady residing at Walls Walla and de. sired to obtain her company for some social function. He had made several calls upon her. The matter was becoming interesting. He could have written her a note and re- ceived her assent beyond a doubt, but as he was going on a drive, concluded to drop in and ask her in person. She gladly greeted him and entertained him with several selections on the piano. He wanted to get through with his mis- sion and go. It became very embarrassing. He arose and started to address her. "Miss ," he began, "I--II-- th-- th--th--," and then began over again, "I th--th--th--ththought I--I-- www-- w--w--wouwou--would--," then started h " over again, "I thth--th--thth--th--t --, and in desperation made a dash for his hat and rushed out, driving away. "Now," says he, "when I see Miss coming down the street I cross over to the other side; she no doubt thinks I wa ing to propose to her." .... It Was too early to go down to the beach as pleasant as he eouhl for her, and what for a swim, and there was no one around to play tennis with him, so Jolm Corliss uaun- tered out on the wide porch of the summer hotel with a day-old city paper in iris hand, to await the morning mail and new arrivals. During the two days since coming to this charming Pacific coast resort he had not found much to interest him. It was a little early in the season, and he had chosen to stay at a somewhat quiet lmtel, for he had come priumrily to rest and recuperate after several months of arduous, confining work in his law office. The hotel 'bus rolled up in a cloud of dust. Two 1)eople alighted from it--a tall, pale young man, with a marked military air, and a y(mng lady all in gray, wearing a fluffy feather boa of the same color, im- mensely becoming to the i)iak cheeks ahove it, which d'mpled very bewitchingly at some made by l, he nlilitary young mau as he helped ier down. John Corliss was not only a shrewd law- yer, but a keen observer, and he prided lfim- self---as most people do--on his ability to classify the recently nmrried at first glance. "Bride aud groom," he commented to him- self immediately. "Pretty girl and inter- esting young soldier probably home for his health from the Philippines. They'll doubt- less keep by themselves, lint I hope that they get a ldace in the diningroom where Ieau see ttlcm." He soon met the young man, Lieutenant Miles Estrange, just out of a hospital, but hoping that the sea bathing and fresll air would soon set him right. An hour late;', as he was mailing a letter in the hotel otlice. the landlady introduced him to the other newcomer, wllo hal)l)eued there on tile same errand. Corliss was so certain that sxe was Mrs. Estrange that he did not notice just what tim landlady said. At hmeheon he found tbem seated at the same table with him and, after tlmt, hotel life did not seem so dull. Contrary to his predictions, he found them very sociable. He was always included in their little excursions. They lflayed games together and (;hatted by the hour on the mtel 1)orch. Tile lieutenant ahvays called his compalaion Mary, and the name seemed to suit her so well that Corliss thought of her always by that name, tlmugh, of course, he could not call her that. He noticed that she was very much devoted to Lieutenant Estrange, whom she regarded still as an in- valid, but what surprised him was that the latter took all this attention as a matter of course, and was not so devoted, in return, as even the most selfish men are supposed to be at that period. But the situation grew worse as soon as Mrs. James Forsythe Jenkins, an engaging young widow, al)P eared upon the scene. Col liss re.turned from the ocean one day to find the Estranges sitting on the porch, engaged in the sprightliest conversation with a dash- ing blonde. At least the blonde was sprightly, and the lieutenant was laughing at her witticisms, but Mary was looking some- what annoyed and called Corllss to join them with a cordiality which rather sur- prised that yonng man. When lie was pre- sented to Mrs. Jenkins she beamed upon him effusively because he was a friend of her old friend, Lieutenant Estrange, whom she had known, she said, before he had gone away to fight so nobly and to win his lau- rels. "Oh, I know all about you," she playfully continued, turning again to tte lieutenant. "I have just held my breath while reading of your daing exploits. It's a wonder you didn't lose more than your health there. If you go back you must take better care of yourself. If you won't do it for your own sake, you must, at least, think of the friends you leave behind." This last was in such a beseeching tone that John was surprised and stole a look at Mary to see how she took it, but her only expression was oie of weariness. Sin made an effort to shift the conversation by asking Corliss if he had been in the surf that morn- rag. "Yes, and tim water was smooth enough to make fine swimming," he managed to say, and was going to expound further on the subject to help Mary out, but Mrs. James Forsythe broke in "l: am so anxious for a dip. I am certainly going to attempt it to-morrow. Don't you the salt water strengthens you wonder- fully, Lieutenant Estrange? He fell into the trap easily, and John again glanced at Mary. This time their eyes met and he thought there was an ap- pealing look in hers. "Poor little thing! It's a shame!" he thought. But what could he do to help her? He could not carry the enchanter off, but perhaps he could persuade tlo lieutenant away from her charmed presence. Acting upon this impulse, he devoted him- self to the young soldier, trying to inveigle him on one pretext or another away from the witchery of" the widow's fascinations. But in vain did he offer inducements that might be supposed to appeal to the mascu- line heart alone. Whether bicycling, tramp- ing, swimmihg, or even fishing was .pro- posed, the widow was always enthusiastic about being one of the party, and poor Mary could not refuse to go along. So the plans for two always developed into plans for four, and, strangely enough, .Corliss always found himself thrown into the companion- ship of the charming bride, while the viva- cious widow took the lead with her easy conquest, the lieutenant. But Corliss found, moreover, that this companionship was far from disagreeable. Of course, he honestly wished that the lieutenant were more attentive to his wife, but, since this was not the case, he tried to make things man does not feel happy in the knowledge that he is doing his duty by a pretty girl? A few days later, after spending an after- noon with a legal friend, whom he lind met at the beach, Corliss returned just befor dinner, to find Mary alone, with a bok, on the hotel porch. "Where's tim lie:atenant?" ie asked, in surprise. "He's gone fro" a ride to the (:lifts with Mrs. Jenkins," she answerb.d quietly. Then, with a visible effort and a faint blush, she wetlt on : "l have no rigit to ask such a favor of you. but you are so kind and I" "Don't be afraid to ask me if I can do any- tiring for you," ie encouraged as he saw her agitation. "It's about Mrs. Jenkins." she admitted. He knew it was. "If Miles wouhl only go away, but he won't. She is nothing but an adventuress, but he can't see it. We lmd all we eouhl do to in'oak it up when she knew him before fie went to the war. Can't you help me? I lnov you've tried, but you see it hasn't worked. If you know of any other way " "I might try to charn the widow myself," he suggested, doubt:fully, "but i'm a[raid that won't work, either." "Oh, I dou't want you to sacrHice your- self," she asseted quicMy, "l)ut can't you tlflnk---oh, there they come now!" Corliss watched them entering the ate, when a lml)py thought struck him. There was only a minute to exldain to Mary before the other two resolved thong. "I have it! Tle old fellow I went to see to.day_wc,ithy widower. Coming here to- ni3hi." This telegraphic dispatch hastily trans- z:itted lehind Iris hand was l)(rfe(:tly un- d(: ;tood hy Mary, who aliswered him only v,iih a gratclul glav.ce. AS SOOU as be could turu the conversa- t'.cn easily. Corliss exlflained a])out his friend, enlarged upon his, geniality, his wealth, and especially his h)ne]y condition, saying that he wauted thenl all to meet this interesting gentleman that evening. After dinner they waited in tim sitting room around the eileerfui ol)eu fire, for tie evening was chilly, 1)ut Corliss went out to the gate to watch (or his friend. This gave him an opportunity to magnify the charm of the fascinating widow on the way in. A delightful evening it was to four peo- ple. Corliss' friend was a willing and flu- ent speaker, who liked nothing better than- an appreciative audience, unless it was a little flattery, and to-night he had both. Mrs. James Forsythe Jenkins was radiant. She ventured all her weapons of flattery and co- quetry upon the suseel)tible heart of th lonely widower, and saw that it was only a matter of a little time and opportunity when he would capitulate. John Corliss enjoyed it 1)ecause his cheme was working and because he was hell)ing Mary. Mary, of course, was de- lighted at the change of action.' But 1Aeu- tenant Estrange sulked and sat gloomily ia his corner, out of harmony with the gen- eral good feeling. Mrs. James Foray(he Jenkins had clearly thrown him over and would henceforth direct her energies toward better game. The next morning the lieutenant insisted on returning home. It was what Mary had been asking him to do, so she could not, .efuse. She was busy l)acking until noon and Corliss had no chance to see her alone' until she was just leaving. The lieutenant- was waiting for her at the roadway, but she, stopped on the porch to say good-bye. "I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Cor- liss," she began. "Your scheme was such a. fine one and it worked so beautifully. "Don't mention it," he responded in an- swer to her first words. "The sciiemo worked better than I dared hope." "Coming to see us after you leave here," Corliss?" called the lieutenant. "Am afraid my work won't let me," an- swered Corliss. "And my brother will never dream it waf a scheme at all," Mary added. "Your brother! What brother?" he asked, puzzled. "Why, Miles, of course," she said, in a surl)rised tone. "What relation did you think he was?" "Your husband, and the meanest cad of a bridegroom that ever walked the earth:' John answered, explosively. Mary laughed as she said, "Poor Miles!" That is Just what he said when we arrived and saw you all inspecting us. And di4 you call me Mrs. Estrange? I really never noticed, on account of the first syllable--" "Time is up, lVtary," called the lieutenant, "Here's the 'bus. Sorry you can't find time to come down to see us, Corliss." There was time for only a word or two, but Corliss said, as he helped Mary In" "I'll be down Friday, then," NOTE.---Elizabeth G. Rowe, tle author of "Hl "Vacation Case," is a resident of Oakland, Callfor- nis. and in this st:Dry, which was one of the prize winners in the short story contest conducted b 'l'n COAST last spring, she portrays features of life in California, which are characteristic of the social freedom enjoyed in the West. Convention- alitles are of little consequence on the shores of the Pacific, although honor and virtue and pure domcstlc relations are respected aud protected,- The Editor. A Record-Beater, Mount Vernon, Washington, is the county seat of Skagit County and numbers among its residents some great jokers. It is said that Judge Barker one day walked into one of the restaurants there and sat down, ap- parently in a hurry to get waited upon. pleasant young lady waltzed up to him ariel :: asked what he wanted. "Bring me a eup of hot water," he rs-:!' plied. , The order was promptly filled.