Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-04-25
A STITCHED IND Il BABY.

Two Incideets of Life at the Union Depot
During the past week, the union depot
has been made the stage of fact and fic-
ton, romance and reality, infancy and
age, lost and found, SO entirely rolled up
together as that 1t was difficult to tell
'tother from which. Yesterday a very
pretty little lady, dressed in the height of
fashion, and residing at the Clarendon,
made one of the daily bevy of beauty to
be seen in the ladies' department, awaiting
the arrival and departure of trains. When
the train upon which an acquaintance was
a passenger reached the depot, the latter
was presumably welcomed with that warmth
of affection ladies are so extravagantly
fond of expressing in public on such &C.
casions. This preface being accomplished,
the happy couple withdrew their patronage
and presence from the depot and were soon
lost to view in the crowd which
throngs Third street. They had
been absent but short time, when, oh,
horrors, the little lady, dressed in the
height of fashion, discovered she had left
her satchel on a chair in the depot room,
where it had been dropped by her in the
exuberance of delight she experienced in
greeting her friend. As the satchel con
tanned considerable sum of money, with
other articles of value, the occasion of
horror upon the discovery of her loss can
be readily appreciated. She returned at
once, half in fear, much in doubt whether
her valuables could be recovered, and,
upon reaching the waiting room, an
nounced her loss. A search was at once
| instituted, and prosecuted so diligently.
that within brief period the satchel was
found in the exact spot where it had fallen.
An examination of its contents revealed
the UNEXPECTED fact that not single dol
| lar was missing, nor a Single iewel
gone, and, clasping il dCnly
in her neatly gloved hand she once more
departed, with assurances of gratitude and
expressions of delight rivaIling any that
had ever been witnessed in that vicinity.
On Monday lady with an infant was
| awaiting the departure of the Omaha
| train, and taking a notion to go up town,
| requested lady stranger to care for the
''kid" during her absence. The lady so
requested complied, but, pending the
mothers return, time for the train upon
which the custodian was obliged to depart
was called and she tucked the youngster
1
was considerable log-cabin music in the
waiting room, and one of the depot Off
Gals ascertaining the cause, sought to
suppress the "baby's" unmelodious refrains
by the administering of chilled milk, OBJ
tanned at the lunch counter. But the chap
would have none of it, and roared so
loud as to attract universal notice. At
this juncture a motherly looking dame
came on to the scene and inquired what
they were giving it.
milk" was the response.
"Let me taste it?"
"Great heavens, man, its cold and you
hain't got no sugar in il. What sort of a
man are you anyhow; don't believe you
ever were baby yourself, and taking the
| squalling terror in her arms retired with il
to an obscure corner-where the subsequent
proceedings were of no particular interest
beyond the fact that the chorister's voice
was hushed, and the mother upon her re-
turn was surprised and delighted to find
| her heir in the sunniest mood.
| Such is life at the union depot almost
| daily.