St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-02-26
PHASES OF LIFE.

There is young man in Minneapolis
who, while he is most exemplary in
nearly everything, yet sometimes is
wont to toy with the flowing bowl until
he becomes toy for the elements, and
is accordingly bOwled over. Well, this
young man went out with the
boys one evening not long ago,
and when he sought his peaceful
couch, about 2 a. M, he was carrying a
heavy parcel-which, however. was not
wrapped in brown paper, but in his
best suit of clothes. He found the door
of his boarding house all right, but,
horrible to think on, he had lost his
night key. His room was on the second
floor. He knew enough to dislike arOus-
ing the inmates of the house. Hut how
was he to get to his warm bed?
He pOndered few minutes and
bright thought struck him. There was
some snow on the ground, and this he
began to scoop up and fill under the
window, so that by stepping upon it lie
could reach his window, some fifteen
feet above. He used his hands as a
shovel, and might have been there yet
plling up the snow, but his roommate
heard him and came down to tbe~door.
He now wears his night key on the end
of chain.
Il
"Hello, Dick, what are you going to
do to-uight9"
Mot much of anything. WhYP"
'Wouldn't you like to go up to the
Grand with me and hear the BostoniansS
have the tickets"
$40, thanks, old boy. I'd be very
glad to go, but you see Pm keeping
Lent and living very quiet now. I'm
going nome to read, pretty sOon."
The above conversation was over
heard On the street last night, as two
well known men about town CHANGED
to meet. The second gentleman was
keeping Lent, as good many others
keep it. And the depth of his religious
feeling was well illustrated, as,perhaps.
that of many others, by the meeting Of
the samestwo men just before midnight.
The Lent keeper was engaged in con-
tidentiai argument with a hackman, try
ing to convince the Jehu he lived on
residence to be on Tenth street. He
was accosted by his friend:
.Why, Dick, what's the matter?
Where have you been2"
''Jush been round town iii while.
Gone 'ome tread. Sorry count go
t'theater wish you. OF boy. Keepin'
Lent, y'know. Hic!" and he was loaded
into carriage and driven off.
i
81 want license"
This, uttered in an abrupt, give--me-
the-dagger voice, so startled License
Clerk johnson that he jabbed pen
clean through a deal table,. Deputy
Clerk Dickey fell off his chair; Capt.
Tirrell so far forgot himself as to allow
his mask of imperturbability to be agi-
tated, and the whole force of
district court clerks Office was
thrown into confusion. The speaker
was short, Sturdily built, buil-necked-
flOrid faced and brutal looking. John
son pulled himself together and feebly
calculated:
''What?"
s'Give me a license"
johnson opened the marriage license
book and asked:
whats your name2"
"Bill Brown
s'HoW old are you?"
s'What?"
s'HOw old are you?'
None of your business"
''But must know how old you are
before l can give you license"
''Weli, I'm thirty-seyen, if it will do
you any good"
s'What is the iady's name?"
'See here, young fellow, what in
are you driving at! What ladyP"
why, the lady you are about to
marry"
''Say. young Teller, you're - fool. 1
amt goin' to marry anybody. want
license to sell beer out in Orono, and if
l don't git it, l'lI walk over there and
smash your head.,'
He was politely referred to the board
of county commissioners, and johnson
put up the marriage license book. while
pained expression struggled with his
luxuriant muStache.