St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-02-26
ODDS AND ENDS.

Oh! what a glorious day is Saturday.
the sleek millionaire it is the same as
any other day. For years they have not
known the exquisite delight of drawing
Sal" but the har6working mechanic,
and the gay and debonair printer, and
the thousand and one other kinds of
sons and daughters of toll, they at least
content the dear delight centered in get
ting paid. 1t is the cOnsumma-
ton of full weeks antici
patton. In that happy moment
all the little petty annOyances of the
week are. forgotten. In that supreme
moment smiles dance upon the faces of
the men, and dimples light up the pretty
girls who, as they get their little pack
ages, can at once dream of the ribbons
and baubles that delight all maidens'
hearts Then they go forth with
lighter step than on any other night of
the week, and many softly whistle as
they go. Can anything be more sacred
than this? Nothing. Labor is noble,
for it makes men and women happy.
A man who proved lie wasn't Taseott,
but true and unauthorized COrksman,
was seen yesterday afternoon wander
ing around the union depot. While
fumbling for his watch in his back coat
pocket his coat tails flew up, and amid
rOars of laughter from all around, it was
discovered his brooches were buttoned
behind!
The state of Washington avenue Just
at present is not conducive to safe driv-
ing, owing to the ups and downs caused
by the formations from the winters
snow. The only wonder is there are
not more accidents from the teams tip
ping up. Yesterday afternoon a we'll
TODD farmer drove his team across the
thoroughfare, and it went up and down
like q ship at sea. His wife and lady
friend were in the sleigh, but he walked
alongside, and, when asked to come in,
made the following reply, characteristic
of farmer: NAV, nav, Martha, nav
just yet; / never took nav risks, and
We knows it, so l aint goin' to begin
now"
If walls could only speak-if rooms
could only preach-what lessons could
be taught, what tragedies and comedies
be brought to light that are now hidden
in the impenetrable miStS Of mystery.
There is weirdnessin the thought that
may be as you pass some silent house,
within its walls, in some room or other,
a dreadful deed of hate is being en-
acted, and this thought will start a
chain that will be revelation of the
possibilities and ideas that will spring
to the mind about blood curdling things,
just from mere broOding over them.
Looking for person a few days
ago that had to be seen on business
of particular nature the writer re-
paired to his old residence, vast build
ing where rooms were rented out. 1t
had all the appearance of being de-
serted, presenting a dirty and aban-
dOned look. Going further and further
up. the top floor was at last reached,
when for the first time voices were
heard, and kitten mewed around a
dirty pail that stood in the corridor.
The voice, though husky, cried out in
a clear tone: "YOu id william;
you cursed scoundrel, there is no
mercy in you" When the door was
ton. On dirty bed lay, OF rather sat
up, miserable harridan of woman,
with old filthy rags about her and
matted hair all over her face; the furni-
ture was turned topsy-turvy all
over the room, and, walking up
and down was a handsome, benign,
well-dressed old getleman. The
woman, on seeing a stranger, let
forth the most horrible oaths from her
filthy mouth, but the old man answered
all questions asked politely, and then
slowly but decisively shut the door and
locked it. If walls could only speak!
If rooms could only preach! Here was
a mystery. One room inhabited in q
great big building in the heart of the
city, away up on the top floor, and by
such couple. Was it not strange?
And what could such a nice old man be
doing with such bag of a woman?
That is the greatest mystery of all.
Pugilism has had quite a send off
lately after the period of innocuous
deSuetude, in which it laid for so long a
time. Locally quite a reputation has
been made for the city as sporting
center. A visit to Patsy Cardiff's head
headquarters last night showed a
good deal of enthusiasm reigning among
the sports and bruiSerS present, the
reason being the welcome they were
rendering Cardiff Oh his return from the
East. The champion himself reports a
great time in Chicago and Peoria, his
former home. why" said he, "a brass
band met me at every station l came to,
and what more does man want?" By
way of a little weather sympathy, he
gently impaired the fact that the COWS
are eating green grass in Illinois.