St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-11-08

visits to MS bag
of yellow coin, it was found when his
cash was gone that Bill Gooding had
won $4,000 in gold. Trevit's wife was
the beautiful sQuaw, BluShing Rose,
daughter of noted chief. She sat near
during all the game, watching the mis-
fortune of her spouse.
.sTrevit," said he, that's mighty
purity Indian gal you picked up fur er
wife,
"Ain't finer-lookin' gal on this reser-
yation," replied Trevit with an air of
pride.
'.I'll tell yer what I'll do" continued
Gooding, filling his pipe.
"Drive ahead" said Trevit, pulling
his hat down over his eyes and looking
with half-defiant air at his opponent.
"You know that prospect | made last
fall up in Cinnamon canyon?"
"YaaS."
"She's liable ter pan out big"
$50 hyar."
"Waai, Trevit, I'll stake that claim
against your wife, an draw keerdS fur
Their winning hand. Some outside fell
Ter must shuttle, so nObody'll hev the
Advantage"
ON do it.-yer. I'll play YER"
yelled Trevit, glazing at Gooding.
"Ye've won all my dust, an now yer
want my wife, but I'll show you tibet
yer can't scare me. I'll play yer. an eff
/ had er ton of dust I'd bet it on ther
side that beat yer"
This strange proposition and its ready
acceptance created stir in the little
room, and it was not long before the
news of the strange bet got outside and
the townspeople hurried in to witness
<hn fIhn hoA cb,,ff1 n1
by blind hanger Oh at the camp. whose
eyes had been blown out by blast in
the mines few months before, and
both men we're satisfied that the cards
had not been put up" The pack
WAS laid down in the center of
the table. The cards were cut, and
four cards were drawn by each man,
neither secured pair, but Gooding
holding the high hand. As G00ding
drew his fifth card, Trevit's excitement
became intense. The card was the king
of clubs. Trevit's prospect was
dark one. Gooding appeared
to have the advantage, although the
game was pretty close. 1t was all the
nalf-breed could do to control his rage.
He drew his pistol in preparation fer
any emergency The cards to decide
who was winner were now to be drawn,
and excitement ran high. Trevit's arm
shot out, and he snatched the next card
from the pack. 1t was the ace of spades.
Holding the winning card high over his
head, he shouted like mailman, stop
ping now and then to hurl curses at the
head of Godding. He had won OIL ace
high.
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st. Louis Evening Star-Sayings
A young gentlemen entered the
clerks ofS;ce few ago, accompanied by
his prospective bride, and applied for
licenses. The young man said he was
twenty-one years old, and Recorder
Hobbs sized him up as if he doubted it.
The girl. pretty little creature with
a baby face, pouted dreadfully when
over it. She said she was 'sjust eigh-
teen," and was born in 1869. But the re-
cOrder thought not, and told the Young
couple they would have to be Identified.
a friend who accompanied them was
sent out for some well-knOWn citizens
who could Identify them, and while
they awaited his return another couple
entered.
They came with lettering step and
trembling hands. Both were gray
haired. stopped with old age, almost
blind and toothless.
The youngsters, whose ages were
their stumbling blocks, looked at the
aged pair with wonder, and so did the
recorder, and everybody else. for that
matter. With Quivering voice the old
gentleman asked if he could get a mar
riage license.
We'll. your ages won'tstopyou, that's
CERTAIN" remarked the recorder, with
look toward the other applicants.
With nervous hand the old man
signed their names. They were Fran
els S. Cornwall, aged sixty-nine years.
living at 1886 Dodier street, and Mrs.
Acelia Ostrander. aged seventy-two, of
st. Louis and Spring avenues. They
went through the ordeal void of any eX-
element, and. after securing their
license, locked arms, and walked away
as fast as they could. They were plainly
dressed and very Notwithstanding.
The old lady'S hand trembled SO that
she could not write, and was forced to
make her mark. while the bridegroom
elect wrote her name.
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A lovely woman in an Eastern land
Once swayed a kingdom with her slender
hand;
Upon her brow there pressed a jeweled
Her burdens heavy grew and weighed her
down.
Too cumbersome for its tender resting place.
The golden weight adorned weary face:
She cried: Il have grown tired of nv power.
1t scemeth more unbearable each hour.
Let some one come that may crown him
king:
Within his hand he must a guerdon bring
mat shall by tar my boundleSs wealth ex-
So, having it. I'll feel no other need"
Her wish was known, and 10! from far and
There thronged around herpoet prince and
peer,
With offerings of dazzling beauty, wrought
In wondrous shape and with deep meanings
fraught.
They laid their gifts down humbly at her
She sighed: "Alasl find them incomplete.
Within these sparkling stones no solace lies
dream of wealth revealed in human eyes,
Morn after morn a suppliant went away
Until there came unto her throne one day
A man with empty hands yet noble face,
And form of matchless mold and peerless
grace.
The queen looked up and asked: ''What gift
hast thou
TO tender for the crown upon my brow?"
lie gazed within her eyes and naught re-
piled.
She crowned him, saying: 81 am satisfied"
New Orleans Picayune.
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San Francisco Chronicle.
once knew man who had a fashion
in sweethearts. He went on the color
of the hair. He would dote on red
haired girl for awhile, and he would
pay no attention to any other. Then
he would switch off to brunettes
and worship the different shades in
turn. He would have spring revulsion
to pure blondes, and change with the
season. AS nearly as | could make out
his spring girl was blonde OF blondes,
and he would work up to brown-haired
girl in summer, red-haired girl in
autumn, and a deep brunette for winter.
His judgment was in favor of the red
haired girl. The red-haired girl is