St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-10-31


Because first her feet were awfully cold;
second, he had been in bed an hour, there
fore was warm and cOmfOrtable; third,
what is husband good for if not to warm
his wife'S feet on, anyway?
A TRIOLET.
| A CLEAN of petticoat frill
Icaught as she entered the carriage;
IT'S odd what curious thrill
That CLEAN of pettcoat frill
| Sent quivering through me. until
| spoke to her softly OF marriage
| Twas the CLEAN OF that petticoat frill
caught as she entered the carriage.
| Accident News
WHY EVE GOT INDIGNANT.
Merchant Traveller.
Eve-Adam. what was it you named that
tree over there?
Adam-Chestnut. my dear.
| Eve-Wel. | don't care if l have asked
you that question before. And l think its
as little as you could do to answer me civ
| lily anyhow, so there now.
SHE WAS WILLING.
Philadelphia Herald.
Papa" said a Philadelphia maiden.
| ''Charley wants to know if you will say
yes if he asks your consent to marry me"
"Humph. | think it is the young mans
place to ask that question himself"
s'Oh. pa, know he will never ask you.
| Why, he's so bashful that he wouldn't
have popped the question if l hadn't told
him that if he didn't would get real mad
at him."
And so it was you who popped?"
''Oh, no, pa, | didn't pop. l merely
! gave him to understand that | was willing
| to marry him if he asked me-"
ACCORDING TO RATES PAID.
Texas Strings.
Clairvoyant-You will mary coachman
and get your name in all the papers.
Visitor-Humph!
Clairvoyant-We that's the. best can
do for a quarter. Make it 40 cents and you
will be the happy wife of rich congress-
man. Pm giving you the same rates give
regular customers.
| PARTING TIME.
Low burned the ire; the room was dim;
We heard the warning clock strike
And by the message, stern and grim,
Knew parting time had come.
ST had dream last night" said;
| "I'll tell it to you ere go:
| thought my dear, your little head
| Was lying on my shoulder-so.
"'Tis time to CO." said, and you
| You kissed me twice upon my Oh eek.
Now, tell me, love, do dreams come
| true?'
How archly did my darling speak,
"Why, some come true and some do not:
In dreams like this quite believe"
And then she kissed me twice, and got
| Her waist entangled in my sleeve.
Why is it that to say good night
| Must take so long a time? / know
When lips are sweet and eyes are bright
One can but lnger, loath to go.
But. somehow, ere l went away
That night. the clock had struck elev'n-
So long it takes you see, to say
| What seemed an easy task at seven.
| -Eben E. Rexford.
DUPLICATE WEDDING PRESENTS.
Niece Showing the wedding presents to
| Uncle George)-I wanted you to see them
all, dear Uncle George. so that you won't
send duplicate. Duplicate wedding pres
ents are so annoying, you know.
Uncle George-Hem What's this?
| Niece-That's papa's check for 81, 900.
Isn't it lovely?
Uncle George-Very. I intended to send
| the same thing, but rather than annoy you
with duplicate present I'll just make it
$500.
| THE VALUE OF MONEY.
Citizen-I didn't think. Uncle Rastus.
that you would sell your vote for a small
amount of money.
Uncle Rastus (ndignantly)-1 didn't sell
my vote TO er small mount O. money. sab.
l got er dOllah TO- hit.
ENCHANTED.
Cambridge Chronicle.
How surprised you would be, now,
wouldn't you, if all the people you asked
while you were away to come and visit you
were to take you at your word? And
wouldn't you be pleasedl
THIS is WHY.
Merchant Traveller.
A woman always tells secret to some
one because she is afraid she might die, and
then there would be no one left to keep it.
| THE WORK OF YEARS.
The years but make thee fairer, love,
AS by US they are rolled;
Thy charms are but the rarer, love,
Thou never wilt grow old.
Thy brow is but the whittier, love,
AS swift the days go by;
And yearly groweth brighter. love,
The sweet light in thine eye.
More delicate carnation, love,
Thy rounded cheek doth WOO:
And it's no revelation, love,
Thy lips have found more hue.
And wouldst thou know the wherefore,
love,
The secrets no surprise,
Yet one that thou wilt care for, love;
My heart is in my eyes.
w. J. Henderson in New York Times.
HE LOVED HER STILL.
''Dear Charles, said Mrs. Smith, young
married woman, leaning on her husbands
shoulders as he sat at his desk writing.
well, what the mischief do you want
now?" he grOwled.
''Dear Charles, do you love me as much
now as you did when we were first mar
ried?"
''Fve told you so more than forty times.
If you ask me again I'll throw paper
weight at you. Yes! Yes! Yes! Are
you satisfied now?"-FOreign Elk.