St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-11-30
TWICE TOLD TALES.
A Couple Of Thanksgiving
Novelties Warmed Over
for Hash.
The Sequel to "Mr. Brans-
comes Carriage" and the
True Story.
A Sad Tale Of Suffering in the
Very Heart Of the
City.
How A Sleeping Car Load OF
People Went Shoe
less.
"Archie, my love, my dove"

Call Mr.. Branscome'S carriage"
These dissmilar EXPLANATIONS emenated
from two persons who stood in front of the
Grand opera house. The lady, an exquisite
brunette, whose curls showed evidence of
O recent visit to Hugo Brahl's curline en-
porium, was attired in an azure blue opera
cloak. She nervously clutched the arm OF
stalwart young man, whose face was Almost
classic in its clearly cut profile. Archie was
onto this fact ana he stood so the electric
light might play on his features for the bene-
fl of lovers of the beautiful. Archie had
just returned from Australia. or said he had.
One year ago had they parted, and ever
since the words "Oh, Archie, come
back" had been ringing In her ears
recognized her in a box. AS the audience
was dismissed it required but an instant for
him to rush to her side and murmur her
name. It was then that she uttered the
words, ''Oh, Archie. my love; my dove" For
moment ne paused. and an opportunity is
presented to study the characteristics of the
hero OF this modest sketch. Serious, almost
to sadness, was his face for one so young. He
did not look as If women had been too kind
to him. but as if he had been pretty kind to
himself, His wavy black hair, which needed
cutting badly. was brushed back from q
broad forehead. Most of his clothes were
concealed from view by cape overcoat, I'M
derneath which he wore fancy vest but no
undercoat. while patent leather shoelets. with
white overgaiters that were slightly mot in
it" covered his feet.
Archie hesitated minute. What was he
to do with this woman who loved him SO
wildly? Quickly his mind was made up, and
with pursed browf-he had habit of purs-
ing his brow when he was broke-he firmly
said to the colored caller: "Call Mr.. Brans-
combs carriage
''Mr. Branscomb's carriage" roared the
caller.
"Branscombs carriage was echoed down
q inn ~ hr1f M
combs carriage did not appear.
1.-THE horses are very spirited, and my man
hat probaly driven them around The block.
S We VII VAT none moment said Archie SUD
ed the corner.
rs this Mr.. Branscomb's carriage?'' in
CURED the caller
ITS Mr.. Branscomes or anybody else's
who chooses to hire it, growled the burly
hackdriver, as he jumped from his box. AS
the driver allghted on the sidewalk in a way
that was not very light, he caught sight of
Archie's pale and clear-cut features.
rs this Mr.. Branscome?'' roared the jehu.
''This is Mr.. Branseome, is it?'' he added,
drawing back his hand as though he would
swat Mr.. Branscome swat that would re-
move his head from his shoulders why,
you newspaper stiff, you didn't think you'd
work old Put twice on the same game.
Where's that 50 you owe me for driving you
from the Pillsbury reception. You've been
telling every one you've been TO Australia
CARGO and a short horse at the pool rooms.
You worked about three months on some
paper here, and suddenly became one of the
brainiest men in town. Then you got trun
ever since. I'm onto YOU. You came to the
Grand here with some other guy of your
class, getting seats as if you still worked on
the paper. l seed you sittin' in the parkay
circle trying to mash; rolling your eyes and
smiling. suppose you think people look at
you and imagine you're an actor, or some
aristocrat. Well, you won't get in any more.
I'll put the doorkeeper on, and you'll be fired
the next time you try to be so gay. You pay
me them two dollars, or II take the cape of
your overcoat and make chest protectors for
my horses out of it,
1.-THE man is intoxicated, evidently very
much so. Let US co. said Archie, as his ter
| rifed companion looked in his face. Let
us take the electric car-what is your ad-
dress?" he inquired, as though driven to
desperation.
Corner Fortieth avenue north and Twenty
ninth street-just beyond the slaughter
| houses she murmured.
"Merciful heavens" cried Archie, clasping
| his brow: ''she lives four miles from here
! and 1 haven't got cent and nothing to
| hook" With wild cry he fed around the
| corner.
"Archie come back" This was the second
| Thanksgiving this supplicating appeal had
been made. Whether she will yell ''Archie,
| come back" next Thanksgiving remains to
be seen. You can lind out, PROBABLY. by
| reading next Thanksgiving's Times, If 1t is
| alive by that time.
aren't we almost there, papa?'' said a
| tired little voice.
''Hush. DEAR came the answer in the dark
| "Cling TO me closer.'
| Mammals been speeding US for over two
| hours. and the turkey will be cold.''
Il know. dear" came the parents voice
| soothingly. IF had known it was going to
take SO long to come this way we would have
| walked"
| Suddenly faint CLEAN OF light shot I'D
| from below; slowly 1t grew brighter. The
| passengers could now make out each others
| faces, and glanced at one another curiously
How much longer now, papaT' Queried
| the child.
"only half-hour," he answered. eve
have only got to go down one floor
| curly head fell forward.
MY God. man, why don't you hurry?' ex-
claimed the agonized father. Don't you
see your internal elevator has been SO long
coming down from the sixth floor that nv
child, who has had nothing to eat since
| early morning, has tainted from hunger"
why didn't you bring something to eat
with your stupidity returned the elevator
| man, Everybody else does.'
Finally there was sudden jerk to the ele-
| vator, which threw the passengers from
their feet. There was rattling of bolts and
a drawing of chains. The great iron gate
was pulled slowly back.
81 must mark this place wel,'' Kissed the
desperate man as he grasprd the form of his
| unconscious daughter TO his heart. INV
| THANKSGIVING dinner has been spoiled and
sorrow has been brought upon those whom
love dearer than life
Half-crawling, half-walking, he grouped
| his way forward. He struck a match, and
glancing into the gloomy cavern beheld these
words in bright yellow letters:
| s..........-........ --........-....... $500
This Elevator Built Expressly for the
Minneapolis Tribune.
| = ......s'...'... 49,.
"Mr. Blethen shall pay dearly for this, ''hel
murmured hoarsely under his brealh-sI'lI
enter the Tribunes popular vote contest II
win the leading prize, and ii make him give
it to me. Oh. you shall be revengedm dar-
ling" he almost shouted, as he went out into
the cold, desolate street, and bought two red.
hots to appease the hunger OF himself and
his daughter, who had been revived by the
keen. crisp air.
| And it was Thanksgiving night
ITO be continued in the Evening Tribune
next Friday.]
i
Speaking of forgetfulness of colored men
II. C. Truesdale tells good story On some
road running into Chicago recently, the pas
sengers in the sleeping car had all retired
The porter gathered up all the boots and shoes
! to black them. Suddenly it struck him be
| would 60 back in the dining car, where he
| had an intimate friend in one of the walters
! He took the foot wear with him. of Course
and good old-fashioned vis!. followed. II
fact. the colored gentlemen were SO engrosseC
in their conversation that neither
| OF them noticed when the din
| ing-car was cut off from the train
| The passengers noticed it il the mornins
Il uvta hav md ft,o%t H.