St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-03-24

MIX. b1SHoe. SaS as correspondent
of the New York World. was think
ing of the rooms of the Post-Dispatch
in st. Louis, and of Henry Moore in
forming me that l was assigned to the
task, when Bishop began to speak. He
said: There is room with many
desks about it; two windows in its front
wall. Men are writing at the desks! 1t
seems to be the local room of news
paper: short, blonde man with thin
mustache and hair also thin, and worn
pompadour, is holding a letter.
"Well, needn't say | was startled.
looked at Bishop. He was setting
with his head thrown back and Ibis
hands pressed over his eyes. The
fingers were bloodless and trembling
violently. l remarked mentally how
they cOntraSted with maroon pOrtiere
that was just behind him.
Don't let your mind WANDER he
said; you are thinking of this room,'
and was, too. With an effort [ fixed
my attention on my recollection of the
trip. l need not go over his entire talk
with me. It's enough when / tell you
that he accurately described the hotel
at Leavenworth where l stopped, de-
scribed tall, fine-looking, stately gen.
tleman, with long black beard, whom
/ recognized as DR.. Nicely, the mayor of
Leavenworth, He described a ride [
took to the fort in carriage with a
lady of Leavenworth, and told of a little
reportorial difficulty | had in the town.
As he spoke of that, my thoughts re-
verted to the reception of its news at
my home in st. Louis, and Immediately
he began to describe the library there.
"A young lady, he said, with large
dark eyes and brown hair, is sitting at
piano. She is playing. Stopp And
rising from his seat he went to a piano
that stood in the room and began softly
to play the air from the Bohemian
Girl Then you'll remember me- 1t
was favorite with the girl he had lust
pictured. The only other prominent
incident of the trip that | could fix my
mind upon in its then agitated condition
was jump to Fort Gibson. in Indian
Territory, and as my thoughts turned
there Bishop ceased playing and began
to describe the parade ground, the SOL
diers, and their barracks. There is a
large Southern-looking house, he said
"A sick man is sitting on the porch. He
looks like James q. Blaine.'
1T is Blaine,' l said, and it was. I
had been suddenly ordered to Gibson
from Atchison to report his condition.
He had gone there to visit his married
daughter and had been suddenly taken
sick. "The rapidity with which he
read my changing thoughts so i'm
pressed me that l was perfectly ratified.
could no longer control my ideas. My
mind was fitting all over the country.
At last by desperate effort L fixed my
memory upon Brardstown, Ill. used
to have very dear old uncle who lived
there. He had peculiar face and a
boyish way. l used to draw carica-
lures of him when was lad. l was
thinking of one of those when Bishop
suddenly drew his chair to a table and
with pen and ink hastily drew a re-
production of one of those rude sketches
as exact and autographs as if it had
been torn from one of my old copy
books. The strange part of it was that
he didn't seem to be looking at the
paper. His face was ashen and; he
breathed SO laborlously that | felt in
He rose from his seat took off his coat
and rolled up the shirt sleeve on his