St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-22

HARRY AND HIS SICK FATHER.
New York World.
Little Harry, aged four, recently had
a very sick father, and on being asked
by sympathetic little friend, SLOWS
your papa?" he answered, tearfully,
ssPapa's better-that is, for the better
land" Again, in a few days, he cleo
trified his family by asking, ''Do they
have billiard tables in heavenw On
being told ''no," 'Well," he said, l
guess papa would rather not go there
then"
RATHER EQUIVOCAL.
Kingston Freeman.
A little girl in the lower part of this
city was playing ''tea party" and a
gentleman who was present objected to
several of the imaginary brands which
she brought him, complaining that they
were poorly cooked, too salt, stale, etc.
After several efforts to please him the
small hostess lost her patience, and,
laying down plate of mythical daintieS
before him, exclaimed in a petulant
tone: "Eat what's that and you'll get
more while ago."
A PRECIOUS SCRAP.
Augusta (Ga.) News.
'!All the money you ever handled
could not buy that little piece of pa
per-" With that he handed me a
manifold soiled scrap on which I could
at first see nothing. At length l deci-
phered, in rude, disjointed letters, the
two words, 'Dear Papa" lie had dis
covered it in the play house of his little
daughter who died only few days ago.
Some time when in the midst of her
play her little heart had turned towards
him, she had scraWled these two words
and, then, having borne testimony of
her love, threw the paper away.
FREE AGENCY.
Babyhood
Els mamma having been very ill in
the spring, presume some one had told
him that God had sent the illness, for,
in the summer, after partaking a little
too freely of watermelon he came and
stood by my side and, looking very UNI
comfortable, said: ''GOd didn't send this
stomachache, did he? That's my own
business, 'cos l ate too much water
melon"
A NOTIFYING OMISSION.
Boston Transcript
One of the pleasures of extreme youth
is to walk in pride in rubber boots. The
hauty yet Indifferent air with which the
rubber-booted small boy will swash
through quarter of a mile of gutter
must be seen to be appreciated. AS the
Listener was making his way past one
of the city schools the other day, he saw
before him two midgets of girls wearing
rubber boots beyond their years. These
little girls were walking through the
puddles in their way with the evident
pride of cOnquering herOineS.
"Why, Mary Jane" said the larger,
''if you didn't forget that puddle at the
crOSsing!"
$50 Idid," said Mary Jane, mortified,
81 don't know what's coming over me, !"
and turning about she retraced her steps
and twice paraded through the for
panion.
SUFFICIENTLY IDENTIFIED.
San Francisco Post.
A friend of mine was recently rusti-
eating in a neighboring town with his
little fOur-year-old boy. The child
spent nearly all his time with the town
telegraph operator, the attraction there
to the child being large Newfound-
land dog. The operator left the boy in
charge of the office one day, while he
attended to some urgent business, and
to amuse the little fellow placed in his
hands large brass instrument, the
property of the town band. During the
operators absence the boy made such a
rumpuS with the musical instrument
that the bandmaster rushed in, and in
towering tones demanded of the little
innocent:
"WhO gave you that?"
The bright boy. not knowing the OPP
orators name, replied:
'"The dogs papa gave it to me-
THE VANISHING ''POPS''OF LIFE.
Detroit Free Press.
Myra had enjoyed her new toy bal
loon for several days, then she hit it
She gaZed wOnderingly into the air a
moment, then got down to look under
the stove, saying, "Where'S the pop
gomez?
AN UTTER INIPOSSIBILITY.
Albany Express.
A little child in one of Albany's pub
lie schools was rebuked the other day
for using slang expression, and ex-
cused herself by replying: ''Well, my
brother said it, The teacher said !:
"Your brother ought to be more careful
of his language" ''Oh,' said the little
one alphabetically, ''you know you can't
stop boys from bringing slang into the
house. Can yOu?'
FAITH ILLUSTRATED.
Mr.. Moody.
A business man on the Hudson had
his children down with the scarlet
fever, and one of the little ones was put
in quarantine apart from the rest. 1t
was mild type of fever and the grand
father used to go upstairs and sit with
the child. The little girl one day took
her grandfather to corner of the room
nd oh him, o1nhahnf iyC
arranged to spell out: II want you to
buy me box of paints" Next day he
brought the paints from town, but left
them in his OvercOat pocket when he
went up to see his little girl. She didn't
say anything, but she took him to the
corner again, and he read: Il thank
you. grandpa, for the paints" She had
faith in him.
THE POETIC TEMPERAMENT.
Boston Budget.
Two little urchins were gazing with
undisguised admiration at the floral
display made in the window of Ire
mont street establishment the other
day, and one remarked to the other:
"Bill, what'd yer do if yer had all that
shop full o. f1owers?'' s'Do? I'd just
roll myself up in 'em and go to sleep
forever!" rhapsodized the poetic young
Ster.
WORK LEFT FOR THE SCREW DRIVER.
Philadelphia Call.
Papa had bought the Cyclone chest
of tools and had initiated him into the
mysteries of screw driving. Shortly
afterwards he saw the little fellow
banging screw into box as hard as he
could with hammer.
what did | tell you? That isn't the
wav tO mt in q screw What iS th
slot in the head for?"
The Cyclone looked guilty for mo-
ment, then frightened up and replied:
''TO take it out with"
A TRAGEDY.
She fell unon the crowded walk