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St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-08-01

uOUSEWORK A woman would like
IL work. washing and ironing and house
cleaning. No. 34I West Third st g
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
HUNTING ENVELOPES.
Discouraging Experience of an Idaho Man
 in Search of Food.

Discouraging Experience of an Idaho Man in Search of Food.
 A hunter who recently came in from his retreat relates the following story and exhibits scars to zorro borate his statement:
 A new snow like a plush carpet clothed the little valley and made grand the towering mountains that almost overhang the raging river
 Silver mountain of the Salmon river range forms sublime background for the landscape above Garden valley in Idaho. My little log cabin is in the shade of the great mountain. which has its crest in perpetual snow. its ribs of glaciers, and its dark fir forests of green. My nearest neighbor is a new arrival who lives three miles down the river. He has family of grown sons-and daughters. I am a bachelor. Idecided to visit him on that first day of snow. As is the custom in this land, where we depend upon wild meat as an import ant article of food. l carried my trusty rifle. One-half mile from home l came upon herd of antelope in little cove. They had not suspicioned danger. They were feeding toward me. In fact, they seemed to be on the move toward the river, but were browsing as if they had made a long journey on short ra- tons but had not quite determined fhot flock of sheep in charge of a shepherd would not have been mere quiet and peaceful l counted far up into the hundreds while enjoying the picture of pretty animal life. In fact had no desire to murder one of the mild eyed creatures, but my larder needed replenishing. They approached till the leader was within thirty yardS. The valley narrowed to a canyon at the point where I was secreted and the many heads and horns hud- dled together as the steep sides forced them toward the narrow pass way. The brown mass was so crowded together that could not see the white snow between the animals. ] singled out plump lawn, and without mov- ing from behind my shelter, fired at it A 40-60 never made so much noise before There was white cloud of dry snow A thousand feet had kicked it into the air, and it circled some- thing like the beginning of blizzard. Then came a rush. I was knocked down by an antelope 1 was tramped upon and jumped upon till the breath was out of my body. When recov- cred the storm of live antelopes had passed. The whole herd had run over me. My clothes were torn off. I was scratched, bruised and cut from my boots to may ears. l crawled home | without my meat. An external ap- plication of antelope sufficed for that day. Cor Detroit Free Press.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
PITH AND POINT.

Consideration for others is the foundation of good breeding.
 We can not conquer a necessity, but we can yield to it in such way as to be greater than if we could. - Hannah More
 The noblest characters are those who have steered the life-vessel through stormiest seas. A bed of down never nurtured a great soldier yet Macduf
 Fashionable phraseology becomes less and less elegant if more express i've, and has lately revived some slang that gentle people hoped had been for gotten.
 Life is history, not poetry. It con- sists mainly of little things rarely il- luminated by flashes of great heroism. rarely broken by great dangers or de- manding great exertions. -Lecky.
 All truly wise thoughts have been thought thousands of times; but to make them truly ours. we must think them over again honestly till they take root in our personal experience. -.Goethe.
 What mah-be he young old or middle-aged-sows, that, and nothing else, shall he reap. The one thing to do with wild oats is to put them care fully in the hottest part of the fire, and get them burnt to dust every seed of them. 1honaas Huqhes.
 Never mind what the world thinks about you. It cares little for you and thinks less about you. Bitter think about and for yourself. You are your own best companion and judge.
 It is almost as difficult to make a man unlearn his errors as his knowl- edge. Nal information is more hope less than non-information; for error is always more busy than ignorance. Ignorance is q blank sheet on which we may write; but error is scribbled ohe on which we must first erase.
 A young man asked his austere parent:' Shall I marry for love or luOH0l! u6 WdS duSW0I0u III lHIS wise: If you marry for love. you will probably always be in want of money; if you marry for money. you will al- ways be in want of love; therefore, your safest way is to marry for little of both."
 A man, who probably went on a friends note, describes friend to be a self-sacrifcing individual who places himself between the anvil and the hammer. The same idea in another shape is 10 be found in the remark of the gambler: "The only hand in tms world which blesses those who grasp it is a full hand. "-Ieras Sifiiuqs
 Hardly a man, whatever his cir cumstanees and situation, but if you get his confidence will tell you that ho is not happy. Itis, however, certain that all men are not unhappy in the same degree. Is not this to bo accounted for by supposing that all men measure the limited happiness they possess by the happiness they desire or think they deseryep- GrevuLe
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14

overhead, and looked down at him pltyingly from its fight through heavy clouds.
 Then between his face and the night sky there crept picture. A long, low, vine-covered house-a porch in front where a woman stool. one hand on the head of a boy-a sle nder. pale faced lad. with great sad eyes. She kissed his lips. and h cid his hand and murmured blessings on her child as he left her standing alone beneath the vines and climbing roses.
 Then another scene drifted through the dulled and weary brain. A pl ace where mirth and wine and revelry ran high. and one there-the gayest of the gay-a man with pale face and sad eyes. belying his own nature by the words he uttered. A messen- ger at the door-a telegram thrust in- to his hands-'Your mother is dead'' then followed blank.
 The moon noon nnAusAgh an inter- vening cloud. and by its light the dy- ing man saw still another picture. Wrapped in the robes that angels wear, descending to his side in the track of quivering ray of moon- light. she came-his mother. She lifted his head to her breast the weary head that had missed caress- ing so long. she pressed her lips to his, and the kiss went like new wine to his very heart; she touched with h CT soft fingers his tired eyes, and they closed in a long and und s. turbed sleep, never to open again till the last trump sounds through the startled skies.
 No more weary miles; no more days of hunger and loneliness and cold. Rest, perfect rest. for feet and hands and heart and brain. Emma Lyndon CD Yankee Blade.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
GUARD THE DOOR.
Close It to All Things Bad, But Open II
 to All Things Good.

Close It to All Things Bad, But Open It
 to All Things Good. Have you ever noticed how strong a street door is? how thick the wood isp how heavy the hinges? what large bolts it has? and what grim lock? If there was nothing of value in the house, or no thieves outside, this would not be wanted, but, as you know there are things of value within and bad men without, there is need that the door be strong; and we must mind the door. especially as to barring and bolting it at night.
 We have home-our hearts may be called that house. Wicked thing are forever trying to break in and go out of our heart. Let us see what some of these bad things are.
 Who is at the door? An. know himI It is Anger. What a frown there is on his face! How his lips quiver! How fierce his looks are! We will bolt the door and not let hlm in, or he will do us harm.
 Who is that? It is Ptide. How naughty he seems! He looks down on every thing as though it was too mean for his notice No, sir. we shall not let you in, so you may go.
 Who is this? It must be V anity. with his Haunting strut and gay clothes. He is never so we'll pleased as when he has fine dress to wear, and is admired. You will not come in, sir; we have too much to do to at- tend 10 such fine folks as you.
 Mind the door! Here comes stranger. By his sleepy look and slow pace we think we know him. It is SIoth. He likes nothing better than to live in my house, sleep. and yawn my life away. and bring me ruin. No. no. you idle fellow! work is pleasure, and I have much to do. G. away, you shall not come in.
 But who is this? What a sweet smile! What kind face! She looks like an ang,l! It is love. How hap py she will make us if we ask her in Come in! Come in! We must unbaI the door for you.
 Oh. if children kept the door O, their hearts shut. bad words and wicked thoughts would not go in and out as they do. Open the door to all things good; shut the door to all things bad! We must A.rk well who comes to the door before we open 1t, if we would grow to be good men and women. Keep guard-mind the dooi of your heartsl~- Hoqaq Charehman
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
NUMBER 20.

Tim mewed and raced in. o the house in front of Mr. Smith who, with his little girl in his arms, came running into the kitchen. The cook screamed. Mrs. Smith came rushing down when the boys cried: 'Lily's foundr'
 The doctor came, and poor Lily was in bed with terrible chilblains for many days; but she never was really ill.
 T fell asleep" she said. ''and re- member no more. I pretended to be a Laplander. l never heard any one call me-"
 And SO ended Lily's strange ad- venture and the story of the biggest snow-ball that ever was seen. "-Chi- cdgo AdUGnce.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
SLIGHTED WORK.

The Lesson Which John Thoroughly Taught His Employer.
 'There! l guess that will de-" said John, as he took a shovelful of ashes out of the stove "The pan isn't empty, but it's near enough; nobody will sec it. If I can get the store ! swept in about five minutes, can fin- ish that story before any one comes. The store had been swept very much as the stove had been cleaned. The open spaces presented good appear ance; but out-of-the-way corners and underneath boxes and barrels told different story. However, John said it was ''good enough. The story was finished and the paper hidden out of sight before the clerks arrived. Then Mr. Willis. the proprietor. came in, bade them all 'good-morn- ing" glanced around the store and went into his private office Presently he called John. ''Take these letters 10 the office as soon as you can; they will be just in time for the nine o'clock mail. Come right back" John hurried to the office as he had been b;dden, but, hav- ing deposited the letters safely, saw no reason for haste; indeed, ne even in- dulged in game of marbles before returning to his work. When he en tered the store again MT. Willis made no comment on his tardiness, but re- marked: '"WelI, John, I've almost learned my lesson"
 John stared: 'What lesson, sirg'
 "Why, the one you've been teaching me lately"
 John was more puzzled than ever, and all day long he wondered what lesson he could possibly teach Mir Willis. The next morning Johns work was done as speedily and no better than the day before. Mir. Willis came before the clerks and sent John out on an errand- While he was gone the gentleman. with quiet smile, began to inyesti- gate the corners that John thought nobody would see" When he re- turned Mir. Willis said: John. l told you yesterday I had almost learned my lesson; to-day know it thorough ly. Would you like to hear it?"
 ''Yes, sir'
 You have been teaching mo how well could get along without you l thought the stove needed cleaning and the store sweeping every morning. but it seems they don't; so shall not need you longer than this week."
 Poor Johni I wonder what sort of lesson he will try to teach his next em- ployerP-Kate CaLiG.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
a cANNY OLD LADY.


 How Lawyer Proved Himself Too Clever
 by Half
 EL l5ing story was told me re. gently as having occurred in one of the minor Boston societies. A worthy and moderately wealthy old lady in her declining years occupied her leisure in making silk patchwork quilts. This was before the idiocy of the modern ''crazy quilt" had been sent as judgment upon the sinful world, and these productions were hideous affairs wherein scraps of silk were laboriously patched together in geometrical patterns These quilts were regularly donated to the annual fairs whereby the church to which the old lady belonged endeavored to re- plenish its scantily-furnishe treasury. Nobody wanted to buy them, and they were apt to be raffl ed off in ignominious fashion at the close of the fair much to the chagrin of the nics old lady, who was deeply tinged with the femi- nine feeling of emulation to have her productions bought eagerly. Now the nice old lady was shrewd and canny person, and one day, just before the time of the annual fair she sent for her lawyer and had him add a codicil to her will. whereby the sum of twenty-five dol lars for each quilt was bequeathed 10 the person who after that date should buy her quilts at the church fairs. The lawyer was astonished at the strangeness of the provision, and at first wondered if the old lady were not beginning to impair her faculties. On second thought however, he smiled to himself and drew the codicil as directed, cheerfully assuring his client that her injunctions to strict secrecy should be faithfully observed.
 For six years the dear old lady lived to bestow upon the parish her blessing and silk quilt annually, the gift be ing thriftiIy made to take the place of larger donations solicited if not expected For six years it was noticed that a sister of the lawyer bought the silk quilt on the very first day of the fair, and when the canny old lady was gathered to her fore mothers, the lawyer supposed he had secured for his sister the sum of $50 But the canny old lady had neatly cut the codicil from the will, and his sister was out of pocket the price of six very unsatisfac tory silk quilts. The tale has no moral except that lawyers are sometimes too clever by half. Boston Cor Providence JournaL
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
VOLUME XVII.
BAD PRAYERS.

1do not like to hear him pray On pended knee about an hour, For grace to spend alright the day, Who knows his neighbor has no flour. I'd rather see him 20 to mill And buy the luckless brother bread, And see his children eat their fill And laugh beneath their humble shed. I do not like to hear him pray: Let blessings on the widow be-" Who never seeks her home, to say: 'If want o'ertal1e you come to me-" Ihate the prayer so loud and long That's offered for the orphans veal, By him who sees him crushed by wrong, And only with his lips doth feel. do not like to hear her pray With jeweled ear and sillSen dress, Whose washerwomaRsoils all day, And then is asked to work for less. Such pious shayers I despise; With folded hands and face demure, They lift to Heaven their ''angel eyes," And steal the earnings of the poor. do not like such soulless prayers; If wrong, I hope to be forgiven. No angel wing them upward bears: They're lost million miles from Heaven.
 -HaTJord Times.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
HE BUTCHER BIRD.
Queer Specimen of the Feathered Tribe
 Caught in Nevada.


 During 8 recent long and severe wintry snow-storm the little sons of Matt Riehm, residing on the Divide, amused themselves occasionally at catching snow- birds in a cage trap. just to see how they looked and acted. and then let them go. One day, how ever they we're surprised to find big. stalwart-looking bird. about the size of robin. in the cage, with three or four dead snow-birds around him. They soon ascertained that they had captured very good specimen of the famous "butcher bird." becoming so plentiful here of late. and which is death to all small birds, even to canaries in cages.
 Matt was delighted at the capture of this feathered pirate. and soon had him installed in a fine cage. They fed him snowbirds for day or two but thought it was too cruel. so they tried him on mice, which were plentiful and easily trapped. The first one put into the cage was immediately grabbed by the sharp hawk claws of the butcher, who bit off his head and swallowed it whole. and then proceeded to tear up and devour the body. The boys con- sidered this fine game, and kept him we'll supplied and fat.
 One day they had a splendid. big old long-tailed Norway rat in the trap. and Matt put him in the cage. The butcher bird immediately dropped from his roost down upon that rats back, gave one quick nip with his strong-hooked beak in the back of the rats Leck. breakinghis spine, and was soon regaling himself with liberal supply of rat meat
 In observing the butchers opera lions, Matt noticed that he kept trying to hang his meat to the wires of the cage for convenience, so he drove some bits of wire into strip of wood and showed it into the cage. a few inches above the floor The bird directly showed its appreciation by hanging what meat he had on hand on thes e little wire spikes or hooks. the sa mo as is done in a regular butcher-shop. This is in conformity with the regular habits of this peculiar bird. which hangs its victims in the forked bush branches or impales them upon thorns. Many a small bird. mouse. woodrat or chipmunk is thus disposed of by this remorseless plumaged assassin.
 They get rat for him quite fre- quentlT and he kills it promptly and impales it in precisely the same way. Matt offers to match the bird against the best terrier iR Inc State in rat killing contest for $50 or $100. -Vlr- aLNir (Nsr ERtsrprise
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
Why He Quit the Business.

Kosciusko Murphy, who is a book keeper in a grocery store. met friend who clerks in cigar store on Austin avenue. and asked him for cigar.
 "Ain't got any," said his friend.
 "Ain't got anyP" said Kosciusko. "Why, when I used to work in cigar store, I always had my pockets stuffed with cigars"
 Yes; probably that's the reason you ain't in a cigar store now" was the crushing reply. 1eras Siftings.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14
READING FOR THE YOUNG.
WHAT ! WONDER.

wonder if baby ever thinks! And what does she think about? Why does she look so very sweet? And why does she sometimes pout? wonder what baby ever thinks That makes her so full of glee, And brings the roses to her face, And dimples, one. two. threeY wonder how baby ever knows The time she should go to sleep, And the time to wake and rub her eyes, From her slumber soft and deep? I wonder if baby ever laughs At the things on grandmother's nose, And if she ever tries to count Her ten little rosy toesY wonder what ever baby says In her bhby-kind of talk, When she coos and stretches out her arms, For papa to come and walkf wonder what baby means to be When she grows up big and tall? wonder if she's never afraid That nursie will let her fall? wonder if We were ever new And tiny, and sleepy and pinkf But the wonder wonder the most of all-- Iwondur what babies think?
 Our Little On s.
The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-14

-Is it called the music of the few ehaw because few attempt te digest itP-Riehmond DiSpaleh
Daily Republican., 1888-04-10
Mss. arant,s uulet Life.

OF the living wives OF Presidents
Mrs. Ulysses 8. Grant leads as quiet 9
life as any. She has gone to Florida
row with the family Of ex. Gov. Leland
Stanford, with whom she is very lot.
mate. She bAa been OF late writing
rem nlsceLc's. When Ool Fred Grant
" 20 asked II she meant to publish
them in book, he replied that her
work In that way was entirely mat
ter Of impulse, and that there was nc
Ioertainty as vet whether 1t would ever
be printed. 1t 10 sure that che will no,
lack opportunity. Uncounted pub biiuh
era are bidders for the manuscript, bui
they are oil tod that abe has nothing g
ssll. The probability Il that MIh
T~ain's hrm, heviua doue 60 well fol
her and themselves 10 the issue OF Gen
Granite memoirs, will be able aud will
lag TO suthii their rivals Nevotthe
less, when Ulysse, s. Grant jr. won't init
the Cosmopolitan magazine as vics
president apd stockhclder, 1t wa
thought Ia literary circles that Mrs
Grant would help him by putting hel
reminif oences into that periodical Col
Grant denies Etienuously that his br 9th
or Is beng backed In any other wsy
than by . iosn OF money from hiI
mother, and the authoriE ID assertion II
that. although shares ofthe stock stnud
In young Ulysstb' name, he Ia trustes
for her. Thai Ia legal technicality tS
! protsct him as bankrupt from ths
Grant g Ward fatlurs. My carefu
prediction IL that Mrs. Grant will pub
lish something within the year.
Daily Republican., 1888-04-10
now Line of steamers

The proposed lins offs Gamers betwttr
Yokohsms, Japan, and Mexico, by the
sYDdicsie known IS NippCn Yu.en
Rsrshe Is the suhjsot Of numerous ar
tlcles in the JApsuese pspsra. The
Japan GaZ2ttc, trastiug OF the mater
says: I'VE believe that the nesotia
tlous, IS far from having proved a fall.
urr, may he sald to have oJly begun "
Mainohi Shom bun another Yokohama
] urual, mentions that Mr.. Talbot, the
seoretary Of tie oomps"y, has tesn in
negotistions Eith the MsIiosn Pacific
Navigation q, mpAny aud has also In
|tervieSed the President OF the Rapub
lie Iha paper states that Nippon Yu.
sen ksfsha Ia the largest steSmship
c5mpany In Asia, being without rival
30 far IS Its capital is concerned. and
ttat tbs epoJisl support which Is stf5sd
ed 1t by the Gov ernmehs Is incom para.
bly, great.
Daily Republican., 1888-04-10

And then he broke down under the
strain. For long weeks he lay either
unconscious or delirious, and the
watchers OF his bedside wondered ai
his talk.
"His good luck turned his brain for
the time" said old Mr.. Howard.
And this was the view people took
of the case. The sober business men
of the town refused to believe that q
penniless young man. with nothing 70
back him but dream, had secured
almost unlimited creait and q rich
heiress in the bargain.
"Dreams don't pan out that way"
said one Of them, and this was the
general opinion.
But Julian, warned by the tricks
his imagination had played him, lost
no time in obtaining his legacy and
converting 1t into substantial invest
|ments.
When this was done he led sweet
Alice Howard TO the altar.
Daily Republican., 1888-04-10
a Lis,,s suparsti,inn..

A curious story Of superstition comes
from Omaha. During marriage GER
emony in q Justices office the brides
mother rushed in and told the magis
trate to stop moment. She looked at
the carpet on the floor and SAID:
Judge, | am little superstitoss;
which way do the cracks run in this
floorr' This was a puzzler for the
Judge. but being of an accommedat-
ing spirit he ripped up about two
yards of the carpet and found that the
seams of the floor ran crosswise of the
feet OF the young couple he was about
to unite The position of the bride
and groom was changed. The o'd
lady gave a sigh of relief and the cere-
mony proceeded.
Daily Republican., 1888-04-10
Fine Weassler.
From rtd-Bits.


he came In the door with a ~ cali
bre Colt at full cock, a bludgeon the
size of cart stake under his arm, and
exclaimed, in that quick, nervous way
that has become proverblal with call
ers of his class:
(which do you prefer for the first
course. shootin' or hammerin'
The editor made no reply, but reach.
ed under his desk, produced A cali.
bre Derrlnger, with a double hair trlg
ger and balanced 1t cleverly over the
hollow of his left elbow.
'Is your'n Ioadedp" asked the visi.
tor.
"For keeps," was the laconlc an
swer.
"Mine ain'tl Fine weather we're
havin'. Good day"
And he went down the steps in {
manner which kept the stair-treads
between himself and the danger he
had run up AGAINST