St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-11-12
as unaccustomed to the ways of

SpO0kS.
But the step on the stairs was too
much. There was something about the
deliberateness with which it assembled
that was initselfappalling. Something
awful it was bound to be-mOSt likely
the other half OF the female at the front
door, coming up to meet its compile
mentary part and make a whole one.
With dash the old gentleman made for
to the police station that set a dozen
bells ringing at the same time all over
the house.
"Why, William Henry! What are
you ab0ut?''
1t was the voice of his wife, who
made her appearance the same moment
through the door under the stairs, hav-
ing evidently come up by that way from
the cellar.
"G-goodness me!'' stammered the
husband. not yet recovered from his
fright. "What are. you doing here in
your petticoat, and where is the skirt OF
your dress?''
II left it on the front step. Forgot
my latch key and didn't want to spend
the night on the cnrbstone. rang and
rang at the bell, but no one seemed to
hear me: so, the night being dark and
not soul on the street, l took Off my
skirt, slipped through the coal hole and
here am. Think it was rather a clever
notion. don't you? | only got two or
three trifling bruises sliding down over
the coal pile. But tell me, what on
earth were you doing, ringing those
alarm beIls?''
OF course all explanation followed.
The skirt left on the step outside had
cfnnd on fachfnnahIo cyirt
will, by the aid of its multitudinOuS
whalebones and steels. which form a
sort of skeleton in the lining. So it Is
not surprising that the old gentleman
mistO0k it for the lower half of an
actual woman. 1t was agreed that the
joke should be kept in the family, but
it was too good to preserve in secrecy,
and SO it leaked out.
The police were told it was mistake
when they came.
Mr.. Murphy is thus talked about by
the New York World: 'sIn the eStima-
ton of large circle of downtown bus
mess men, including numerous con-
tingent on the stock exchange, where
he IS exceedingly popular. Edgar Muir
ply, the champion wing shot, is a most
remarkable young man. There is big
Turkish bath not far from the stock ex-
change, where Mr.. Murphy is accus-
toned to perform the most astounding
aquatic feats before audiences speech
less with amazement. Mr.. Murphy's
great act consists in diving into the
salt water plunge and remaining under
water long enough to throw
the record of Johnson, the Gel
ebrated English swimmer. far
into the shade. A little discovery made
within the past day or two, however,
tends to detract from the merits of Mr..
Murphy's athletic entertainments, for
it seems that, having secured an inter-
ested spectator to .'time" him, Eddie
would dive into the plunge, swim
through an aperture into the steam
room, from which the plunge is divided
by heavy plate-glass, and calmly sur
vey the gaping and expectant crowd
OH the other side of the partition. The
glass is always blurred by the steam, so
that, perched on the marble slab, Eddie
could not be recognized. AT the expira-
ton of three or four minutes he comes
to the surface of the plunge, putting
and blowing like porpoise. Then he
has lots of fun watching everybody
else try to equal his performance.