St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-01-20

and declined. Ten days ago my wife
came to me and saids
Frank. who loaned us money when
we needed itr
Senator - I replied.
And who was with us when John (my
Oldest boy died?'
Senator ~ said again. scarcely
knowing what she was driving at.
Now, Frank she continued. don't
you think for my sake, and Johns and
his, too, you ought to help Senator
snow 1 hadn't looked at it in that
way, and / didn't want to, but when she
pressed me for an answer, confound it,
couldn't hold out. l went over at once
to the senator's room and said:
"'Old man, l owe you more than you
do me. Can help you?'"
have been told that in many in
stances Mrs. Logan swayed her hus-
band in this manner, and that while the
result was not always politically the
best thing he could have done, certainly
he lost none of the milk of human kind
ness by it, and the world was made that
much better.
A State While the papers are
saying a good many
Incident. mean things about
Sam Crump, OF Wa
SEGA, and who was one of the McGHl
lleutenantS of last summer, my mind
refuses to forget some portions of his
life not public property. He was by
nature gifted with talents that at the
bar of justice would have made him
famous, but which devoted to politics
led to not infTequent temporary sue
cess and then sudden ruin. The blow
that only bruises him has marked for
ever the woman who cherished his name
and who must know and feel every day
that the cursed passion of politics broke
life and heart. But there was
time in Crump'S life when in the face
OF deadly plague, before which strong
men fed and homes were desolated in the
passing Of a night, he placed himself III
the face of death to comfort the last
hours of little child and to protect
stricken woman. That was the supreme
test of his manhood. Despite all the
wrong that has followed and all that is
said by the idle tongues of SANDER,
there is not man in the state who
knew his generous nature, or had ever
entered his home, or saw him when in
the first flush of political success, but
whose pity will go out, not alone to
the heart riven by his error, but to the
manhood that promised so much and
fell short so far,
A Form Persistent applica-
ton to political work
of Mania. not only units man
for the business duties
of life, but seems to blunt and deaden
the finer parts of his nature. In the in
fatuation of his pursuit he may become
as diseased as the victim of any other
mania, from inebriety to cards. During
the last fortnight there was conspicuous
in the crowds at the Merchants a man
whose furrowed face and gray hair in
dictated the burden of age and decline
of life. More or less prominent i'll poll
tical life for the last twenty years, he
still, after series of crushing defeats,
kept in the wake Of the new element,
eagerly catching up the crumbs they let
tall. One day a telegram came to him
reading something like this:
Your wife is seriously ILL.,"
The news may have startled him, but
he did not show it. To and fro he
trudged from headquarters to head
quarters; wearying men who had only
time for young faces, bothering the
young who cared only for the success
full. Night came, and still he was there,
lonely figure-exile- among men who
had once acknowledged his power.
Miles away the wife of all the years was
fighting the last battle of life.
The evenings excitement was at its
height when another telegram came:
''Your wife is dead"
And still he lingered-hugging close
to the shores of that great political sea
of life, his back turned from the shadow
of death and the cold form of the wife
of his youth. II. 1. G.