St. Paul daily globe., 1888-06-17

The jolly face of Ed Tanning loses
hone of its brightness when he begins
to tell tales of his school days. 1t is a
matter of proud recollection with him
that he graduated from the college in
the town of Hamlin, Me-, so named in
honor of Hannibal Hamlin, and that
four years of his life was spent in the
home circle of the venerable Hannibal
while he was fitting himself for col
legiate course. 1t is good to be proud of
such tutelage and to feel in the after
glow of life that the inspirations of
youth were drawn from Such fountain
head.
Not one of the least inf1ictions that
Charles Dudely Warner was forced to
bear during his sojourn in st. Paul,
was that of the young lady who, on
being introduced to him, enthusiastic
ally exclaimed:
"Oh, Mr.. Warner, [ have just finished
reading your Barriers Burnt Away"
The sun that dances on Easter morn
is no more joyful than was Albert
Scheffer yesterday when he startled his
friends with the eXclamation:
''It's boyE"
whats boy?"
The new candidate for governor"
They failed to see the point until he
explained that little stranger of the
mosculine gender had come to his home
"a new gem in the diadem of the
hearthStone.
l wandered over Sank Rapids last
week, where the grass and flowers of
spring and a new year are burying
still deeper the traces of the terrible
cyclone OF two years ago. To those who
remain in the little village the place is
but perpetual provOker of sad mem
Ories. New buildings have sprung up,
nature has replaced her own destroyed
beauties, but the foot of the visitor
scarce presses spot in space of 1000
feet but that there some life was given
up to the fury OF the storm. l think
that death puts upon such places a
stamp and seal that is never effaced.
The chill of his presence clings forever
to the hills and glades where he held
high carnival. And those who were
spared-life and memory is left to them,
and with both they must tread the same
old paths and remember-remember,
while bitter tears start, and the re-
bellious will ask "Why?"
Most people seem to find a morbid
curiosity in visiting and lingering about
places where there has been a great loss
of life. They never weary of having
the tale of the death of this one and
that repeated, with shocking details
that make the heart sick. To them
there is fascination in standing just
where broken and bruised body lay
and in mentally picturing the scene at
the moment of destruction. To such
people Sauk Rapids is place of the
dead never to be forgotten. But to
those who suffered there it is a valley of
tearS-a tomb made glOriouSly beautiful
time, when the minds of people turn
more and more to commemoration of
heroic deeds, that simple monument
will be erected to the memory of the
little Carpenter girl. 1t was she who so
heroically gave her life to save that of a
younger sister, shielding her with her
own body, in the midst of that hell let
loose. 1t is not well to let our children
forget the examples set them by such
deeds, even though the actor in them be
but frightened little girl.
Some of the new gripmen on the cable
cars are very accommodating. Not long
ago a passenger lost his hat at Seven
Corners, gust of wind sending it into
the street. AS it rolled away he bowed
politely to the gripman, who at once
stopped the car. Mr.. Passenger got off,
chased his hat half block, returned to
the car, thanked the gripman, and the
Journey was renewed. But siXty-nine
other passengers, hungry and hot, SWore
vigorously.
This Angus Mcdonald whom Marshal
Campbell SO unceremoniously removed
from the service of the cable company
had long before his arrest attracted the
attention of regular passengers. 1t was
something novel to see gripman who
could afford to wear stylish and costly
gloves and clothes of the most fashion
able English make. Several times he
was mistaken for an official of the COM
pany, supposed to be practicing on the
grip just for fun. Despite his unusually
good clothes and air of refined breeding
he had a bad face and wicked eye. He
was always looking back and never
acted with that negligent ease that char
acteriZeS the gripman of common birth.
He was cute, too, for when arrested he
innocently asked the marshal for per-
mission to go to his room and change
his clothes. Campbell smiled,
"Oh, no." said he, well dispense
with that. Keep in sight and come right
along"
And Angus did without murmuring.
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There was youngster Of six sum-
merS travelling along Fourth street Fri
day afternoon, when he stubbed his toe
and fell down. The gentleman who
picked him up and brushed the dirt off
his clothes kindly inquired:
'Who are you, my little man?"
"Papa's boy" was the response.
But who is your papa?''
That was a poser. He studied and
studied. Finally he replied:
Il don't know" then with sudden in
spiration: ASK mammal
Still thinking of Capt. Reed, and the
sad fate that has overtaken him, call
to mind short story told of him last
summer. The scandal in which he was
complicated was at its hottest, when a
friend met him in Minneapolis. He
was terribly excited, and it took some
argument to cool him off. Finally he
consented to walk up to the West,
where the two found quiet corner and
began to talk. Suddenly Reed burst
into tears. He Sobbed until all Self-con-
troll seemed lost. His friend tried to
calm him, but for some time without
success. At last he ceased, and looking
up to the others face, said, with the
saddeSt kind OF an expression in his
face:
my wife," THE ARTIST.
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