Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-15
A THRILLING ADVENTURE.

some time, and this morning of which
/ write matters had reached q crisis.
The steak was burned, omelet fabby,
coffee weak. The last thing my hus-
band said to me as he was about to
leave the house was:
You lad better look around to-day,
and if you can find o nice fiat or part of
a house, for $50 or $50 q month, secure
it,"
So behold me an hour later, diligent-
ly perusing the columns of the Herald.
All! what is this?
AT WILLIAMS BRIDGE-A coy, partly
n furnished cottage of ten rooms. SUI
rounded by frult-trees, one acre Of ground.
Rent $50 per month Only five minutes walk
from depot. Inquire of the blacksmith for
keys, particulars, etc.
That advertisement was very alluring
to me. Visions of hammock under
shady trees, Of clucking motherly hens
and little downy broods of chickens; of
broad piazza, gay with hanging bas-
kets of beautiful plants, and made COM
Portable by low, broad-armed rockers,
and a soft, wooing, perfume-laden
breeze, which should always wander
through it.
Visions of all these delectable things
ran through my head, and I sprung to
my feet, donned dress, bonnet and
gloves, and then I remembered I had
forgotten to ask hubble for money, and
I had very little in my portemonnaie.
All, well! never mind. There was
enough to take me to Williams bridge
and back, and with that comforting re-
Election I started out.
It was beautiful morning in early
spring. and was gorgeous in new
suit of Bismarck brown, bonnet and
gloves to match. I would not hide its
glories by wrap of any kind, and in
deed I did not feel the necessity Of one,
so soft were the breezes abroad that
morning, so warm the sun.
I took the cars at the Forty-second
street depot, and soon arrived at my
destination. 7 found the blacksmith
without any difficulty, and stated my
business.
"Will you walk or ride over, ma'am? ?"
"Why, I will walk. 1t cannot be far
"Well, ma'am. I don't mind going
over with you TO show the house; but
unless you're a purity fast walker it'll
take you nigh onto two hours to go and
return"
"Oh!" I said, "not that house; this
one-see?" showing him the advertise
ment. Only five minutes walk from
the depot"
Eyes, know that's what it says, and
I've often said it wasn't just the thing
for Seth Howard to lie so like thunder
about that house. Will you ride over,
ma'am?"
What disappointment There was
no use in looking at house SO far from
the depot.
"No, I thank you. When does the
next train leave for the city,"
"At o'clock, ma'am."
Three o'clock. And it was but IL
now. My fine new frock, that had been
so comfortable in the sheltered city
streets, was uncomfortable enough
here. The wind came sweeping over
the vast open space around me. 1
shivered with cold. The blacksmith
seemed to take pity on my forlorn con-
dition.
@If you don't want to wait that long,
ma'am, my boy'll drive you down to the
Four Corners for so cents, and from
there you can take the horse-cars to the
city"
I gladly accepted this proposition,
and ten minutes later "the boy"-a
shock-headed, sleepy-eyed person of 25
or so-drove up for me, and we started.
Oh! that drive to the -Four Corners =
shall I ever forget it?
The wind painted my cheeks and
nose, threw dust in my eyes, and went
straight through my shivering, de-
feaseless body. At last the gentle
yc. eth at my side drove up before lit
tie ,ne-storie1 structure, and informed
me thatwe had reached our destination.
I saw no car in sight, and said so.
well, ye see, ma'am, they don't run
very often-every half hour or so.
Maybe you won't have long to wait. Gee
up, there"
And he was off without more ado.
The little dwelling was the only house
in sight. It's paper shades bore the le-
gend, "Oysters and billiards"
It was very cold. I opened the
door.
It opened on a narrow passage, with
door on either side. To the right was
kitchen; to the left the saloon. Two
men were seated at one of the tables
therein. A big, raw-boned Irish woman
stepped to the door of the kitchen and
asked what she could do for me. I told
her I was very cold, and asked permits
sion to stand by her stove minute
while waiting for the car.
Certainly, ma'an. Walk right in
here, ma'am."
And she busted chair with her apron
and placed it by the stove for me.
At the same time she snapped her
fingers, and huge mastif, who was ~
ing under the table, arose, and
stretched himself across the threshold
of the door.
Something in the action struck me as
being queer.
1 glanced at the two men in the sa-
loon. The one facing me was talking in