St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-08-06
COUGHING CHILDREN.
They Visit the Gas Works in
Droves to Inhale Am
monia.
Farmer Velty's Startling Ex-
perience With a Rampant
Thunderbolt.
Brotherhood Men Unanimous
1y Favor Uniting Their
Strength.
New Englanders Return From
the Frozen Regions Ac-
quired by Seward.

A scene is occasionally presented in
one OF the departments of the city gas
works that denotes new use to which
the manufacture of gas may be put
The department is known among the
men as the ''wash room" and is where
the gas is treated to thorough bath to
eliminate from it the coal tar and other
impurities. Huge iron pans, worked
by derrlckS, distinguish the compart-
ment, and the visitor is saluted upon
entering by an almost overpowering
odor of ammonia. 1t is from this odor
that the room becomes useful, and on
frequent occasions an impromptu hos
pital is organized there. In some way
1t became noised about that visit to
the gas works would cure whooping
cough, and, as the affection is now quite
prevalent about the city, the expert
ment is frequently tried. The other
day whole nursery of children got
into the ''waSh ROOM" and the
result was series of violent coughs in
chorus, while each coughing child grew
black in the face with the eXertion,
which was sufficient. as an employe eX-
pressed it, ''tO cough the tops of their
heads Off" 1t is said number of cures
have been effected, but it is believed to
have been brought about by the violent
coughing rather than by the remedial
effects of ammonia.
HIS EXPERIENCE WITH LIGHTNING.
John s. Velty, farmer living in
bloomington, was tie man who had the
narrow escape from bolt of lightning,
as mentioned in yesterdays GLOBE,
and his experience must have been in
tereSting. His powers of description
are not only broad, but he tells the story
IN sufficiently impressive way.
The storm had not burst as
he drove his team from Blais-
dell avenue upon Lake street west,
but he said he felt as though he was
about to sufTocate. Suddenly came a
sensation similar to that usually de-
scribed as ''seeing stars" and he was
twenty feet. A bolt of lightning had
fallen, and apparently had entered the
ground ten feet in front of the team.
Both horses were struck down and the
wagon was overturned, and there
was no mark of any kind,
either on the ground or on the animals,
though one of the horses was killed out
right and the other stunned. Velty
picked himSelfup unhurt, and got the
wagon back upon its wheels and drove
off with one horse. People living in the
neighborhood say the whole vicinity
seemed envelOped in sheet of flame,
and sulphurous smell hung about the
place for an hour afterward.
JOYS OF A MOTOR CONDUCTOR.
The life of motor conductor, apart
from the clouds which surround the
liver pad and register inspector, is not
all sunshine. None but the regular
patrons of the line have any idea of the
thousand petty annOyanceS to which the
boys in the blue are subjected. Yester-
day man with a white plug and gold
trimmed spectacles paid his fare, and, as
the conductor turned away, demanded:
where's my change!"
The conductor looked puzzled, and
the passenger said, harshly: Il gave
you a quarter The conductor said it
other was obdurate and demanded 20
cents. The conductor finally turned out
every pocket and showed he had not
quarter in his possession. The paSsen-
ger growled throughout the trip, but the
others grinned at him and took the
part of the conductor. AS the latter
official passed Oh back through the car,
he collected ten cents from an old gen
tleman and found it badly punched.
The information made the old gentle
man blush and look nervous. as he de-
clared it was all the money he had; he
had picked up just enough for his fare
out and back and had not another cent.
The inspector had counted the paSsen-
gers ana the conductor was puzzled,
when finally passenger sitting next
loaned the necessary money. to the re-
lief of the. conductor and the gratitude
of the passenger.
THE STORY IS ON WHOM?
They tell good story in connection
with Ciprico, the tragedian, and Wea-
don, the impressario, but whether it is
on tragedlan or lmpreSSarlO accounts
differ. When Ciprico was playing
Hamlet at the Grand, Wead0n had
charge of certain arrangements
and naturally received the title
of manager, which grew into
Ciprico's manager, though neither
Weadon nor CipricO ever heard the title
used in that way. After the engage
ment, when the settling up time came,
small account and asked for settlement
Ciprico looked it over and said, in
Claude Melnotte accents:
''This is small amount, but | really
know nothing about it. What is it for?"
''Oh, it's all right" answered the boy.
''YOur manager said it was all right
My what" demanded the tragedian
in Richard LII tones.
why, Mr.. Weadon, your manager,
said"
That was as far as he got. The TRACE
dian sprang up and in accents that dis
counted his "Raven'' effort at the press
club benefit. expressed himself in
way the boy never forgot, and of which
he never heard the end, for he fled
wildly down stairs.
No Hamlet in the Play.