St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-01
HOLMES MEETS A LIAR.

yanled a large roll from hidden pock-
ct in his coat, and flirting it in the air,
laid before me what he called plat of
the town. with pen and ink sketch, in
one corner, of Mount Hood in the dis
lance. I'VE haven't laid Mount Hood
out into lots yet" he said in quiet
way. I'VE shall probably do that next
year. But lots will come high there"
| seemed to have got into the right
groove when suggested that probably
the lots would come higher up near the
top than anywhere else on the mount
ain.
"What kind of climate have you got
at Spokane?" | inquired.
''Ihe best on EARTH" he promptly re-
piled Nobody dies there. When the
town was started cemetery was laid
out four miles from the city limits. 1t
stood around empty five years, and the
city council, seeing there was going to
be no use for it, condemned the ground
and made public park of it. The only
burial that has occurred i'll the town
since arrived there, three years ago,
was that Of COW that got killed Oh the
railroad. Death was such novelty to
the people that flags we're hung at half
mast, business houses closed, and every
body i'll town put on mourning and went
to the funeral. It's great climate for
anybody suffering from lung trouble.
/ have one case in mind now that
illustrates the beneficial effect of our
climate on weak lungs. About six
months ago a young fellow arrived in
Spokane from Boston. He had the con-
sumption. The doctors said one lung
was entirely gone, and there was only
about an ounce and half of the other
left. The young fellow was carried to
the hotel on a stretcher, and you could
hear him cough above the roar Of the
falls. Well, sir, everybody in town was
getting ready to celebrate his death. 1t
was ii great event for Spokane, you
know. but the fellow didn't die. In
few days he was walking around town,
and now the doctors say he has got a
pair Of good solid lungs, and third one
has Sproutcd down in the small of his
back. Oh, it's wonderful climate"
The liar saw that l was entertained,
and taking another deep breath. contin-
ued: We've got the finest soil around
Spokane that lies on the sunny side of
this earth, and the country is splendidly
watered. Noirrigating bitches; no, sir:
the country is full of springs, as clear
and pure springs as You ever saw, and
they're all over the country. It's great
country for springs, indeed. Why, |
SOLD man farm about ten miles north
OF the town the other day. [ warranted
him that there would be at least one
good spring on the place. What do you
think. Why, that fellow went down in
the lot back of the barn one day and
found no end of springs, and he is max
ing heaps of money by gathering spiral
springs and spring mattresses that the
ground seems filled with and selling
them to the Western trade. IneYer saw
such a country for springs IN my life."
"The soil must indeed be very fer
tile, | said, bracing myself against the
partition to receive the next onslaught.
80, very" said he, looking at me
across the bridge of his nose and tWitch-
ing his head wisely. "a funny thing
year ago 1t wasn't so funny either, for
it resulted in considerable loss to a
farmer up there. There was spot on
the sandhiIl on his farm that had been
small pond of water, but for some rea-
son that spring the water had dried up
and the farmer planted some pump
kin seeds in the black soil one
night. The next morning while
out in the yard chopping wood, the
farmer heard rumbling noise and,
looking mp, saw pumpkin vine, carry
ing three enormous pumpkins, rushing
down the hill at HIM. He yelled to his
wife, and they got out of the yard just
as the vine and pumpkins rushed by.
They were growing, you know. The
soil was awful rich I'D WheIc that pond