St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-05
SAINT PAUL.
Additional City News on the 5th Page.
TWO HOTEL YARNS.

Charles B. Foote, the well known
commercial traveller for the firm of
Nichols & Cross, Chicago, sat in the
Merchants rotunda yesterday, smoking
a 25-cent Cabana as though it panied
him, and grooming audibiy at intervals.
Large sections of court plaster marred
the erstwhiIe beauty of his ingenious
cOuntenaDce. there was linen bandage
round his head and over one eye, ana OH
the whole he didn't look happy. Beng
questioned by a GLOBE reporter as 10
the cause of his carved condition, the
usually talkative knight OF the ROAD at
first exhibited an inclination to be silent
on the subject, but with little judi
ciOus pumping was induced to give up.
"Pretty hard-loOking mug, en-" he
oueried, as the scribe fixed his pen
etrating glance upon the swollen phlz
before him. "Well, Eve been down to
Sioux City; just got back last night.
Been trying to collect bill down there,
and | got it in the neck. Ihats the
blankety blank, blankeSt town in the
West" exclaimed the injured one, as he
warmed up to his work. II had a fel-
low traveller with me, runs for Lede d
WanZ, of New York. Our routes run
about together, and we are in the same
towns most of the time. Sometimes we
get separated in strange town, so we
each carry one of those little whistles
with peas on the inside. When one OF
us got lost from the other on crowded
street. we would blow the whistle and
get into line again. Well, it seems that
the Jay police in that dOd-gasted mud
hole down there don't have regular
police whistles-they carry the same
sort of thing that we use. Friday night
[ lost nv partner Jim on Fourth street,
and | pulled the whistle and let blast
out of it that woke the echoes. L was
standing by an alley, and the first thing
knew out jumped cop. He hit me
on the head with club before knew
there was anything the matter, ana
when fell down began to walk on my
face. My partner came up, and Waded
into the blackguard, when four or five
came along, and proceeded to pound US
both into insensibility with their clubs.
Then we were hauled to the station in
the bottom Of a patrol wagon, and com
PEELED to lie in a cell covered in blood
all night. In court l tried to reason
with the Justice, but he wouldn't even
look at my papers; and the cop SWore
we were tin-horn gamblers from Oma-
ha. We were fined 500 apiece, or three
months. We paid our fines. but if ever
l 90 that town again I'll take dynamite
enough with me TO blow the blankety
blanked place into the river"
i
w. B. Nevens, of Grinnell, To-, was
at the Ryan yesterday. and in converse
ton with a GLOBE man told about a
bad scare the inhabitants got early last
week. st was Tuesday night" said
Mr.. Nevens, II was sitting on the porch
of my house in the lower end of town,
with my wife and two daughters, when
l heard peculiar rumbling noise, and
that strange moaning accompaniment
which every man and woman in Grin
nell knows too well the meaning of. 1t
didn't strike me at first that there
was any special significance to the
sound, because at the time the town
was swept by a cyclone had not yet
moved there. An ugly black cloud,
which seemed to be tumbling in and out
of itself a thousand times minute, was
coming rapidly up from the south, and
| never in all my life saw such scene
as that which enSued. Every one made
for the cyclone cellars. Every one has
a cyclone cellar since the place was
wrecked by cyclone, and in less than
five minutes it looked as though there
wasn't living soul in Grinnell except
myself and family. We, never having
seen a cyclone, l suppose didn't fully
appreciate the danger, and so sat still
until the cloud rolled over and the rain
came. Then the people emerged from
their holes in the ground and re-entered
the houses. Some of the stories the
people down there tell about the storm
of 1880 would make your hair turn gray,
and Pm thinking of getting out of the
place"
At this announcement ali enterpris-
ing real estate agent approached. and
engaged the Grinnell mans attention
with glowing description of the prop
erty he had for sale on Dayton'S bluff,
and the cyclone incident was forgotten.