St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-09-14


house yesterday afternoon after the fire. and
fell 10 discussing the blaze.
81 was here when the alarm was turned
in SAID one.
IS that sop
Eyes"
''What was the cause of the fire.
''Why. Stanford Newell stood in front of an
open window, aud the wind blew through his
whiskers, and one of them got into the tapes
try on the walls
''Oh, yes
s'Matches, matches, want ter buy some
matches?" cried a little. blue-faced fellow
he eIbowed his way along the crowded side
walk against cutting wind.
whats that" said big-framed, round
faced woman, whose complexion and large
hands indicated that she came from the
country.
Matches said the little fellow, looking up
into her good-natured face matches, don't
you want to buy some nice parlor matchesT'
''Oh, parlor matches be they?' said the
woman. lifting her eye brows, mo, l don't
want emmy. I live in the country, my boy,
an amt got no paror ter put 'em in. Better
try an sell 'em ter city folks
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Ed McKeown is a pugilist of considerable
fame in the Saskatchewan valley. He halls
from Winnipeg and stands up in the air about
three inches more than six feet. Ordinarily
Ed is a good natured fellow, but when he is
overloaded with apollinaris water,he has high
appreciation of his fistic accomplishments
and makes himself obnoxious. A few nights
ago Ed doomed up ON Seventh street feeling
rich, rare and racy, and he pranced down the
sidewalk, announcing to the public that he
could knock out the entire male population
of ST. Paul according to any rules. He had
advertised himself about half block
in this manner when Officer Sexton, about a
foot and half shorter than the Winnipeg
giant, got in his way and protested against
his auctioneering in the street.
What dyer say, yer little munk," said Ed,
"'dyer spose hush my gag fur you? Err git
out cr my way; I'm erfraid I'll step on yer,
and he tried to brush Sexton aside, but just
at that juncture the little cop fled claim
with his right fist back of McKeowns ear and
at the same time battered in the bridge of his
nose with his left. When McKeown came to
life he WAS locked up in the patrol box and
the rumble of the approaching patrol wagon
could be heard in the street. The cyclone
that struck him had sobered Ed considerably
! and be yelled through the door, ''Say, reckon
I said sumpthiu' distasteful, but / thought I
wus erdressin myself ter Patsy Cardiff. /
didn't know Sullivan wuS in ther city. Il
yer'll let me out er this box an beg my
pardon. wont say ennything erbout ther
gate receipts" But Sexton didn't let him
out till the patrol wagon came and Ed
went to the refrigerator.
*H~
Two women approached each other from
opposite directions yesterday on Seventh
street. One was looking into the shop win
dows and the attention of the other was at
tracted to the opposite side of the street They
collided. Both looked around with a frown,
and glarng at each other said: ''You nasty
thing. do you want the earth?''
little farther down the street one of the
women coIded with a smart-looking young
man. When she saw that it was q man who
had brushed against her she smiled and said:
81 beg pardon" in her most inSinuating tone.
He replied, as he tipped his hat, Don't men
ton it, please"
The close student of human nature will OBJ
serve that this story is true in every instance.
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Club-foot Brown, the noted frontiersman
and long government scout in MOntana a. was
in the city yesterday en- route for the Hot
Springs. Much exposure to all kinds OF
weather has crippled him severely by bring
ing on painful attack of rheumatism.
Brown is the man who. during the famous
raid on the Montana horse thieves in the
summer of '84, single handed, with the aid of
double-barreIed shotgun, captured seven
horse thieves csmped on the Musselshen and
marched them into Billings, where they were
turned over to the authorities by their
cantor.