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

NJ S1 I'd his wife, who bent
tenderlv over "a .ow crib and watched with
awful anxiety the sparkling eyes and
flushed cheeks of their only ch Id Strug-
Cling despe.ate with the burning fires
of the fever. In the chimney the night
moaned like spirit in travail and the
weak fame of the lamp that nlled the
room with dreadful shadows dcGered and
Jared in the clutch of the wicked gusts
that stole in through the crevlceS as IL 10
Strangle it.
The child's pitiful wall, mingled with the
half-stifled SobS of the agonlZed mother as
she bent over the little one pinlOned the
wings of the angel Death with might that
only exists in the heart of mother. were
sad accompaniment to the moaning night
burdened with woe.
..Papa. tiss Willie" came in painful
vhisper from the thin lips, and as the
strong man of labor bent over his child.
whose little arms crept lovingly, round his
neck and pressed his rough lips to the
burning cheeks Love filled his heart with
tears and they fell on the pillow OF his
dying babe shower Of pearls.
A bove the roaring and Shrleklng OF the
night demons the Shrill scream OF loco
motive falls upon the ears OF the switch
man, and. with a sob rending his soul. ne
tears himself from the clnglng arms OF MS
child. and dropping kiss on the tear
stained cheek of his griet-strieken VIE, ne
whispers that he will return as soon as the
train has passed. and taking his lantern
from the corner he goes out into the dark
ness to struggle against the night forces
which seem determ ned to tear him llInD
from limo. and as he shuts the door between
: . 10 child
lives are dearer to him than his own. he
hears the faint voice of his child pleading
for kiss from papa. But duty calls him,
and neglect on his part would send scores
OF souls to eternity.
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s'We found him lynn by Their switch,
calm fur Willie" said the rough men. as
they laid the mangIed remains of the
switchman on the floor of his home; ''Ther
switch lock was frozen up with snow and
sleet. an he ran up Their track ter signal
Their train ter stop. He stopped her, but
when he went ter leave Their track he must
hev slipped an fell under ther wheels"
Louder shreked the wind and more
fiercely shook the doors and windows, as
though gloating over the grief OF the dis
tracted woman who bent over the bleeding
and lifeless body of her husband. Into his
half-open eyes she gaZed and called his
name but in the vacant stare she saw no
look of recognition. For a moment her
wife's devotion drowned her mothers
love, and she forgot her babe. One
arm was around his neck and
she tenderly pushed back the locks from
his forehead, and with kisses and words of
love tried to win back the look of affection
that had fed from his eyes. 1t was of no
avail. The breath came thick and fast be-
tween those aShen lips that moved slowly,
and bending low the wlfe'S ear caught the
whispered words: Papa has come to kiss
Willie" and the Switchman'S soul went out
into that dark mystery from whence it
came Turning to her child the mother
found that the death angel had closed his
wings around her treasure and flown with
1t out into the great eternity.
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Old Josh ComstOck is one of the best
known citizens of KandiyOhi county. He
settled there away back IN the tifties and
has won wide reputation as cattle
raiser and through his perseverance and
close attention to small change Josh has
rolled I'D quite respectable bank account.
He doesn't visit the city very often, but
when he does he spends great deal of his
hit ewes on the paintings. Josh can't read,
and this undoubtedly accounts for his
passion for pictures.
A few days ago Josh was in the city and
going down Third street his attention was
drawn to a crowd of people who were
standing around the window of an ait store.
Curious to know what the cause of the
excitement was he mingled with the group
and found that they were admiring arge
painting that had just been placed in the
window, representing Spanish bull fight.
In the foreground was the Usual rampant
bull. the gaudily dressed chulOS and plea
dOreS seated on prancing horses and these
figures at once m0nOpOliZed the attention
of Josh. He silently gazed at the picture
about i've minutes when. pulling a volupt
uOuS bandana handkerchief from his pocket
and blowing his nose, he said:
That air chap must be er burned fool
ter think he cud catch that OK by throwin'
that blanket over his head. The critter
snorts around thar ez if he war er right
lively chunk er beef. NOthin' does me so
much good ez ter tackle er steer ov thet
kind It's fun frum ther bottom up TharS
enough men thar ter corral tibet OK in three
minutes eff they only knew how ter go ter
work. Eff them cussed fools wud cum down
off frum ther roof Ov ther house and help
them fellers down thar, they'd corner him
in no time. That air OK knows they're
erfraid Ov him, yer can tell by the way he
acts. Them fellers don't do no good
settin' Ground on them horses. They'd do
a darn sight more good ter go out back
er Their woodshed an give them fellers with
Their chunks er cloth er chance ter do sump-
thin. l he'd er steer last spring that looked
er good deal like that air critter. only he Wus
brindle an didn't hev but one horn. He'd
been housed up all winter an wus feeiin'
purity frisky in Their spring. I'd concluded
ter kill him an when l went out ter put er
rope over MS head he pinted his horn at me
an paved Their airth kinder lively like. l
seed he meant biZnesS an got er Winchester
rifle an killed him so quick he didn't know
what allied him. It's wrong ter hev all them
people Ground. Yer see l wont erlow emmy
body ter hang Ground my barn yard when
Eve got er unruly critter ter corral. 1t
kinder eXcites them, yer know, espeShully
wimmin an ehildrun. Now, eff [ wus that
chap whutS tryin' ter catch tibet critter, I'd
clean out that air crowd loOkin' over ther
fence an latin at Their fun an fire them
dudes on Their horses, They do more hurt
than they do good, by er heap. Then I'd
git er quarter-inch rope. make er slip moose
an throw it over his horns an let him git
his feet tangled up in ther slack. He'd
throw himself after erwhile. He wouldn't
be long erbout it either. Their yer
see, yer eud do whut yer had er mind to
with him. Everybody'd know by ther way
them feIlers er dressed up tibet they don't
know enything erbout cattle l recken
Their Teller whut got ther picture up
amt much erQuainted with ther workins ov
er stock farm. but he's painted tibet OK in
purity good shape an THAR amt nothin' Their
matter with Their barnyard. only er lack er
hens. There's generally more er less hens
hangin' Ground er barnyard all Their time"
Josh entered the store and. stepping up
to a clerk. asked: How much s thet air
OK catchin' pctur in ther wnder wurth?''
Eight hundred and seventy-tive dollars. +"
said the clerk
Eight hundred and seventy-fve dol
lars" repeated Josh. Dash my calves.
but can buy 200 likelier lookn' live steers
than that fur that money" and with an in
dignant look he slipped through the door.
Reading Pa. is becoming quite CEN
for of the panarv bird trade - said Rims I'm