Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-02-16

We're looking back.
But angels, kneeling before the throne
The loved ones found the long race won-
Are thrilled with JOY by this thought alone:
Their eyes 'the King in His glory' see.
Yes, in His presence there can be
No looking back.
OUR TRAMP.
Our tramp came to us foot sore and
dust begrimmed one evening last June.
Perhaps it was the title of madam
prefxed to his petition for something to
eat and chance to sleep on the haymow,
which moved Mrs X to acquiesce-
somehow against your own Judgment
Or it might have been the WEAKNESS visible
in his air and speech. Be this as it NAV,
he was indicted kitchenward, with in
structions to wipe his feet carefully, where
[ judged his performances with the knife
and fork gave rise to Bridget's remark
the next morning, that he'd breed
famine in any community inside of a
week!
'sWhat can you do, Jim?' I asked of
him the next morning, as, emboldened
by breakfast, he begged for a JOB.
Almost anything, sir, that's hard
work." was his answer. ''Them as goes
to sea for livin' gently speakin'. can
turn their hands to all Sorts"
"There's the strawberry bed to be
weeaed, John," suggested Mrs. X,
seemingly interested in the wanderer. who,
barring the loss Of two front teeth, and
hair suggestive of prick-dust in its hue,
was not bad looking fellow.
do not assert that Mrs. ks gentle
will is law in our family, but find it
more conducive to harmony to fall in
with her suggestions with as much dig
nifty as possible; so, with an air of indif-
ference, I acquiesced, and Jim proceeded
to his task, which, being accomplished
with celebrity and neatness, my wife
conducted him to the flower garden the
pride of her own heart, and, as far as
keeping the same free from weeds is con-
cerned, the detestation of my own.
Saint they han sum, mum?' said Jim,
kneeling and turning with his rough
forefnger the modest face of an English
daisy outward. ''NIinds me of that >ere
young lady on the verandy this mornin',
as must be your twin sister?'
His reference to resemblance between
Nellie and herself was not at all displeas-
ing to Mrs. x, who is five years old
er than her sister, although she effected
incredulity at the doubled barrelled com.
pliment.
"He has a rough sense of refinement,
quite uncommon for one in his station of
life," she said to me afterward, by which
knew the leaven of f1attery was work.
ing; and when, the next day, she decid-
ed that we had better keep him till the
gardening was over-"It will save you so
much hard work, John," she remarked
en- pare1ataese-I knew that Jim, our
tramp, had found favor in her eyes.
"Shall you ever 60 to sea again, Jim?"
asked Mrs. x, as we made a family
group on the piazza in the cool of a sum-
mer's. evening, while Jim loitered near
by, picking up the garden tools, and
whistling softly to himself.
"Yes'm," was the answer, somewhat
constrained withal.
''You must have met with some strange
adventures in your life," said Nellie, who
was just crossing the threshold of an age
when all things are touched with CLAM
our of romance; moreover, anything per-
tanning to the sea had of late been full of
interest to her-ever since the dashing
Captain Hanson had made her acquaint-
ance at Hastings, where she had spent
part of the summer
I had lately learned through the medi.
um of Mrs. X -, that Captain Hanson
was daily expected to favor Leybridge
with his presence, ostensibly to see one of
his ships owners---possibly and proba-
bly, to renew his acquaintance with nv
pretty sister-in-law.
swell, num-" answered Jim, who I
have left sitting uneasily on the handle
Of the wheelbarrow, adventures is mostly
in sea- yarns, as is writ for the story-pa-
pers; but I've had some considerable
hard pulls, what with bein' wrecked
four times-the las time losln' of as good
a chist of clos as Teller would want, to
say nothin' of bein' in a open boat 'leven
days---me, the mate an four men with
never bit or sup the blessed time. We
was picked up" continued Jim, "by a
your pardon, mum, for
swearin'-packet-ship, boun' from Liver
pool to New York. OF Beansole was the
you've herd of him, sir?"
this to me-
''Wasn't it be-" I asked, as a dim re-
of the name brought to mind
a newspaper narration of cruelties on
ip-board, which somehow died out very
"who was heavily fined for
toward some of the emiorant
"Wot's fine, that the owners steps up
an pays" said Jim, in scorn, ''to lettin'
a woman die on deck from the wet an
cold? An why didn't they bring up some
IF his other cruelties shootin' men off
IN the tops'l yard, drivin' 'em overheard
in the Mersey, or breakin' rib or an arm
VII an iron belaYin' pin?
sob, come now, Jim," said I, s'You
don't mean that there are men on ship
BOARD today who are such brutes as all
hat? Why, the law would"-
1.-THE law!" repeated jim. claws for
,ap'n an owners, not for us sailors,
:hough they did manage to shove the
petty officers of the Jack Frost, Jr., into
prison, few years ago, arter they killed
;wo or three men aboard on the passage
though 1 mind it was said that the
,ap'n and mate ;scaped punishment by
lappenin' to both die-sing'lar, wasn't