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It was a small, new “boom” town on Puget Sound. There was a saloon on every corner, and a brass band in every saloon. The “establishment” opposite was having its “opening” that night. “At home” cards in square envelopes had been sent out to desirable patrons during the previous week. That day, during an hour’s sunshine, a yellow chariot, drawn by six cream-colored horses with snow-white manes and tails, had gone slowly through the streets, bearing the members of the band clad in white and gold. It was followed by three open carriages, gay with the actresses who were to dance and sing that night on the stage in the rear of the saloon. All had yellow hair and were dressed in yellow with white silk sashes, and white ostrich plumes falling to their shoulders. It was a gorgeous procession, and it “drew.”

The woman lived out in the Grand View addition. The addition consisted mainly of cabins built of “shakes” and charred stumps. The grand view was to come some ten or twenty years later on, when the forests surrounding the addition had taken their departure. It was a full mile from the store.