St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-05-31

little business, assisted " s'Squire''
Manner in rubbing down the monuments.
Mr.. T. sold out to Truman M. Smith, but
returned again to the old establishment.
He once owned forty acres near Mr.. Brain
erds; cost, $500; sold for $1,000; worth
$35, 900. He also owned other real estate,
upon which he made money, and which is
now very valuable. He did not think ST.
Paul could possibly be the city it is, and yet
he has lived to see its growth.
THE MAN AS SEE HIM.
Mr.. Tostevin is man of medium size,
very quietly spoken, deliberate in his ex-
pressions, honest and conscientious in his
dealings, upright, manly. plain. cautious,
sincere, modest, natural; and his word is as
good as his bond. From very small be-
ginnings, by unceasing industry, he has
built up large business and has the graft
fication of seeing his sons well to do in life,
one being with him in business and the
other engaged in developing fine' quarry
at Dresbach, opened by his father. Mr..
Tostevin is really ga fine old English
gentleman, all of the olden time, :"
and very few men could pass through what
he has and come out like the FURNISHED gold,
as he is. An uninterrupted acquaintance
of over quarter of century leads me to
the conclusion that there are very few better
men than j. f, Tostevin.
1.-THE MOON WENT RIGHT on"
Old settlers are apt to be little sensitive
over the march of events, feeling as though
they might have reaped golden harvest
had they only jumped in in time, but they
should bear in mind this fact, that all can't
be rich or famous, and that each
one in his individual capacity, no matter
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completion of the great whole. Some had
to dig the cellar, some to lay the fOunda-
ton, some to raise the frame, some to fill
the chinks and some to complete the edifice,
and here it stands, in all its grand proper
tons, and each is entitled to his full need
of praise. Don't fret over the past;
let it go. Suppose little dogs do
bark at you; heed them not, but press on
to the end of your journey. And
this reminds me of little story An emf
nent Judge had decided against some young
sprigs of the law who thought they knew it
all, and becoming incensed over the deci-
sion they said many unkind things of the
eminent jurist. Walking home they all
stopped at the village tavern, as was the usual
custom in the olden time, when in strobe
the judge, and as he was good stOry-teller,
they forgot their anger for the time being
and requested him to favor them with one
of his delightful romances.
''Well," said the judge, sit was beau
tiful night and the moon rose in all its
grandeur-full, round, serene"-and he
paused.
swell, what then, judge9" asked his
listeners.
''By the roadside continued the Judge,
''stood a beautiful white cottage, with its
green blinds, and smooth lawn, and creep
ing vines, "-and the speaker paused again.
land what then, judge?" broke in a
lumber of voices.
Nothing" responded the judge, ''only
the moon shone beautifully down upon
that little cottage, and the air was serene
and quiet, and nature was reposing in all
her voluptuOuS loneliness, and the great
luminary moved majeStically across the
azure sky, and the dim stars seem to twinkle
in glorious happiness, and the perfume of
the roses exhaled the air, when all of a
sudden little snarling, swapping. homely
yellow dog ran out from behind that little
cottage, and looking the moon full in the
face, barked, and barked, and barked''-
another panic.
''And what in Heavens name occurred
neXt?" asked his now eager listener.
1.-The moon went right on and paid no
attention to him." and in an instant the
judge was out of the room leaving his vii
lifiers to ponder over the lesson that he had
taught them. No matter what have been
the mishapS of life, old settlers should
learn to initiate the moon, and let little
dogs bark, for they lose what Huxley calls
''the protoplasm of life," while the old set
tier lives to forget their memories.