St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-03

which I saw the other day while walking
along the street at Louisville" unused New
Orleans drummer. Il stopped and leaned
over the fence. Occasionally the larger Of
the two would touch her foot to the ground
and give the swing a push. | heard voice.
1t was evidently their mother who spoke as
she called them simply children and told
them it was bedtime. Through the deepening
gloom of night [ saw them give the swing
great push and then came the reply, as they
nestled up more closely to each other, wait
till the old cat Dies -
''How often that same reply has been made
by children, loath to leave the fast dying
swing. The pleasures Of the vibrations are
enhanced by the fact that they are numbered.
Shorter and shorter the swing moves to and
fro. AT last it is at StandStill. The old
cat is dead -
SIT has grown dark while waiting for the
old cat to die The darkness was not
noticed while in the old swing. But once
out among the deep shades and shadows,
the gloom of night is manifest. All the IA
miliar old objects assume unnatural forms.
Even the swing, as it moves before the gen
tie breeze, has weird appearance. Every
thing is to the children uncanny. They rush
through the darkness to the house. Beneath
end. They feel security that is never again
experienced. Soon are they in bed and in
dreamland.
81 never will forget my first smoke said
q Milwaukee man. sit was after a Thanks
giving dinner. We had family reunion at
dinner and all the children had to wait and
eat at the second table. We had no sooner
fir,icb IOI1r of him
CRY, and the good old homemade oyster soup
and pumpkin pie never tasted BETTER than
little cousin and 1 started for the barn to have
a smoke. We had provided ourselves with
cheap pipes and tobacco.
''Way up in the hay loft where there was
the most danger of setting fire to the hay we
got. We filled our pipes and talked like
real men while were doing it. 1t
seemed so manly to smoke. I took Whit
after lighting mine. 1t didn't taste very
good but Jim, he was my cousin, stuck to it,
and I didn't want to give up. I'd given any
thing if somebody would have called me down
just then, for had all L wanted of that pipe.
Nobody called, and so just gave her another
pull 1 couldn't spit enough 10 suit me, and
my head was getting very giddy. Pretty soon
got very sick. Of course lost my dinner.
my cousin didn't get sick, so he helped me
down. How, don't know, but he got me
down some way or another. Pale and weak,
was assisted into the house. My appear
ance frightened my mother, as with some
alarm she asked me what was the matter.
intimated that the dinner had disagreed with
me- was undressed and put to bed. My
head was bathed and everything done for my
comfort. I began to feel conscience-stricken,
and I knew that I did not deserve such treat
ment.
about that time my brother came in and
my mother directed him to go for the old fam
lily doctor.
He amt very SICK said my brother; he'll
soon get over it,
'''What do you mean?' inquired my mother.
He's been smOking--that's all.
"After that explanation l had no one to
bathe my head; in fact had to hold my own
head. stood it, though, for felt that I de-
served it,