St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-18
A Saturday Stroll on the Sunny Side Of
Nicollet Avenue.
People of Prominence, Popularity or Pecu'
iarity Pictured in Pencil.
Traits OF Character, whims nd &C.
centricity OF Minneapolitans.
Curbstone Reflections Induced by Av-
enue Sights in Early Spring.

ment elsewhere and summer takes its
place. In the tropics, where ''the suns
rim dips, the stars shoot out and at one
stride comes the dark" The Is no glOam-
ing. No afterglow. So il is with our sea-
sons. Winter may return, and frequently
does, To see if anything has been forgotten
or overlooked. But when il finally goes,
then summer is here.
Summer was here yesterday. Not herce,
sultry, Teeking summer, with hammered
brass sun in hammered brass sky, but
gentle, radiant, glorious, hay summer,
when the molten-golden sun laughs from a
setting of pure sapphire and the air is just
in motion with a subtle suggestion of noun
tain resort and seaside watering place.
Nicollet avenue was a professional pam
Drama from Bridge Square TO Tenth street.
for the wealth and beauty of the city was
out summing itself. The day was heavens
own child of mildness, and the shady side
of the avenue was deserted, while ON the
other the bright sun was glinted back from
wraps and bonnets that carried all the colors
of the rainbow and contrasted strikinglY,
aye, suggestively,. with the somber rahnent
that covered much of that ceaSeless human
avalanche.
Pushing rapidly through the throng no
ticed tall, handsome man, with full coat,
silk hat and auburn brown beard. Every
body knew him, and he nodded and bowed
| frequently. each time deepening a smile
that never entirely left his face. 1t was
Tom Lowry,
JosTLING, JAUNTY, JoVIAL.
In the wild whlrl of Northwestern life it
has been an incredibly short time since he
took professional bills of DIR. Ames to col
lect to get money TO buya dinner. Shorter
still since he threw away his law books and
launched boldly upon a career of invest
ment in which thousands ran into three
figures, and his wealth accumulated with
bewildering rapidity. Yet he is still plain
Tom Lowry.
HE WAS NEVER A COLONEL.
He never used a coat of arms, a corOnet
or 'scuteheon of any kind. They do whis-
per, however, that the honest Melesian
who pulls the ribbons over TOMS span of
bays firmly refused to don livery. when
his employer intimated he might. But
that is Tom Lowry, for all the world.
who forgot no old acquaintance
nor ever jingled his purse in the
face of world. The crowd
swallows him up and brings TO view
rather small man, with face unmistaka-
bly, Irish, from which looks out pair OF
eyes, keen, humorous and penetrating. The
call Jack" stops him instantly, but j. A,
McGoughey is the way he signs his name.
The plug tobacco. from which he took
generous chew. bore the stamp X. of l..
CLEAR, CONSERVATIVE, CONSCIENTIOUS.
Two months ago McGOughey was the
car accountant of the Omaha road and the
company knew no better one, but he is now
engaged i'm connection with the onward and
upward efforts of organized labor. where he
is power for good. The bright. restless
eye and quick, nervous step tell much OF
the man, than whom but few are better
known in Minneapolis.
What curious heterogeneous crowd this
is that swarms Nicollet avenue on this
bright genial day. And what pretty
sight it is, withal. The Minnesota girl
owns few rivals in beauty. Small wonder
it is the Southerner finds so much to admire
in these fair-haired daughters of the North,
with their freshly tinted skins and eyes as
clear as the limpid lakes about US.
FREsHLY-TINTED SKINS!
That was horrible expressions: but a
second glance at that throng of beauties
on show reveals the fact that it was more
truthfully then poetic, for some of those
fine tints on cheeks that blush like the in
side of a sea-shell have been but freshly
laid on. | saw one of Hawthorn avenues
reigning bellies trip from the doorway of a
fashionable millinery with enough scarlet
paint on her cheeks to go the
rounds of VasSar college, and with
delicate line of black drawn
about the lashes of each eyelid. Why
should she do it? Everybody could see it.
But why, either, should the avenue clerk
OH a salary of IS week and board at $3.50
wear new spring clothes that cost $50? He
was the best dressed man on the avenue
yesterday, and everyone knew the store
paid for it.
Elder Stewart, brushing softly along,
gave the passing picture a new tone. No
one ever called Elder a dude, yet how he
could dress if he but would He is rich as
cream and could buy and sell all the people
who passed me within an hour, though his
clothes would as well have fitted any man
he met.
RICH, CHILDLESS ELDER STEWART.
His money. for the most part is in the
best OF securities. s per cent. almost al
ways, and runs up into the millions. No
child calls him father. no baby
fingers Irvine in his whiskers. Even
the wind does not blow through
them. He has none. He is
the ''home Baptist of Minneapolis. but oc-
casionally the cleaning summit of his dome
of thought is distinguishable in the spit row
of the COmique.
There is L. J. Phelps, capitalist, secre-
tary of the Minnesota Loan and Trust com
pany. He has the exact neatneSS of n
woman and a face almost feminine in the
delicacy OF its features. but he is man of
keen, unerring Judgment a successful
financier and man of business. 1t was
once said he talked of taking a shotgun
and tearing uD the motor tracks: of course
he never said it. and no one. tn look at him,
would believe it. He and Manager c. w.
Shepherd of the West hotel have, when
their faces are i'm repoSe. that look of settled
melancholy which romantic young ladies'
declare belongs only to the man with his
tory.
THE HUMAN TIDE ROLLS on.
1t brings more pretty girls with new
spring hats. All of the hats this year are
with flowers. Feathers, plumage of all sorts
have been reIegated to that dismal.
nameleSS place, where all of last seasons
belongings go. The pretty birds that dis
played human cruelty above Indifferent
faces in outlandish hats last year will not
Just as in mems derbyS for spring. no mat
ter what the make of the hat, everything is
tail, bell crowned, with
YES. THAT is FRED PILLsBURY.
l have often heard Fred Pillsbury called
''the accident" 1t means that by rare
good luck he happened TO be born son OF
Hon. George A. Pillsbury and a member of
the great milling firm. But those who
know him know better. and they like him
and respect him. The resemblance to his
uncle. the ex-governor, is striking, He is
utterly unlike his shrewd. enterprising,
generous brother, the head of the firm, who
is seldom seen on this thoroughfare