St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-04-18
SAINT PAUL.
THE RUN OF THE FOUNDER.

phases of human weakness, ana 10
their credit be it said seldom lose their
temper, though they cannot resist the
temptation of getting IN an occasional
dig when the opportunity offers. There
was no show at the Harris last Sunday
night There never is at the Harris on
Sunday, but that made no difference to
&C uple who CROPPED their way through
the pitch dark lobby to the one ray of
light proceeding from the ticket win
dow Manager Dean was in the o11lce.
He was musing on the viclsstudes or
managerial existence when a sharp rap
at the ticket window aroused him.
How are you, pretty full?' came voice
from the shadows.
"Ain't had drink since yesterday, was
the response. u. 49,
NO, but l mean is the house full: It's
pretty late, isn't it?'
Packed house. sir; big attraction tonight
even the standing room is all taken.
The disappointed couple turned and
walked out and Dean, turning to
friend who sat in the Office smoking his
cigars, said: "Did you ever see any
thing like that. Here's the house as
dark as the hide of a Minnesota street
coon. not light showing anywhere,
and yet these people want to know II
there is full house.
''Do you often get deal like at?'
Every day in the week, and they
keep coming" was the response.
= Z y
] believe the most phenomenal liar
ever met outside the profession was
telegraph lineman, and the ease with
which the talented gentleman referred
to used to rattle off accounts of balr-
breadth escapes he had undergone from
horrible death by electrical miSappli-
cation, was brought to mind yesterday
as | listened to story by an equally
gifted member of the pole-skinnlng fra
ternity, who was entertaining half
dozen of his fellows with dinner hour
yarn.
at was only last fall" began the
stOrv-teller, THAT | came as near pass
ing in my checks as anybody ever did.
was workin' for the Western Union,
buildin' line from Sioux City to Chad
ron. We had the poles all set, and was
stringing the wire on our road back.
There was twenty-foot poles all the
way, except crossing the railroad.
where we put in couple of
fOrty-fve-fOot spices with cross
arms. There was five of us
stringing and had the lead, being the
fastest man in the gang. l had just
carried the wire over the cross arm, and
was going to give the signal to haul out
slack, when that crOSSarm broke short
off, an began fall of forty-five feet"
Good Job, the ground was SOFT" be-
gan one of his listeners, jumping at con-
illusions.
"T'warnt soft. That ground was
baked harder'n hip
Ibid you light on your feet?" asked
another of the breathlessly interested
group.
mo, gentlemen, didu't light on my
feet. You see, it was this way: saw
as soon as fell off that arm that the
ground was too hard for good landing.
So what did do. | just waited long
enough after fell to gather force for a
good spring, and then l jumped right
back and caught the other crossarm.
Then gives the signal to haul away,
and was down off that pole in no time"
There was dead silence in the crowd
for about minute; then half dozen
pairs of steel connectors cleaned NEIL
acingly in the light OF the monday sun,
and the hero of the hair-breadth adven-
ture hied him to place of safety at the
top of an adjacent pole.
Il IT
''By jove, there's a pretty girl" ejac-
ulated a swell young party from Omaha,
uS llt SIOOu COllN6lSlpS Will a Hail VII
Third street yesterday.
The lady referred to was coming
down the other side of the street and, as
she reached a point opposite the twain,
smiled and nodded in their direction
and passed on.
"Did you see that smile, Jim?" said
the youth from beyond the Missouri.
Il guess I'll just go and catch on for
little walk; can't miss anything like
that;" and the fresh youngster started
in the direction taken by her who had
so impressed HIN.
Come back" yelled the ticket
puncher; you're no good there"
''Ain't, eh? How do you know? Ac-
quainted with her?" questioned the
Omahan.
Yes, know her well. Pllintroduce
you if you like"
''Whew," whistled the other. "you
must know her pretty well by the way
you talk.'
"Well, yes, pretty well; you see she's
my wife. Come. up and have dinner
with us tonight, dear boy"
He didn't go.
"Look here" said William P. Heard,
of Mandan, to the GLOBE rounder, II
want to say word on behalf of one of
the greatest heroines in the United
States, whose bravery has never
been heard of outside of the Da-
kota town near which she lives,
yet who is entitled to as
much credit as Kate Shelley or any of
the other girls whose names have rung
through the length and breadth of the
country. Her name is Alice Murnane,
and she lives on farm ten miles from
Mandan with her parents. Crops were
failure last year, and the family was in
terrible straits. The hired man had to
be discharged because there was moth
ing to pay him with, and Alice had to
do all the chores. In January old man
Murnane went to town with the last
load of wheat, and it came on to snow
so bad that he couldn't get back that
night. The mother took i'll in the even
ing of the same day, and when it got
well into the night she seemed to be
dying. The nearest neighbOr was a
ten miles. The old man had the
wagon, the only thing on wheels about
the place with him, and the only horse
left behind was poor, old plug half
starved and lame. Many a man would
have hesitated about ten-mile ride on
such an animal, but Alice didn't. She
started for Mandan and the doctor, with
the thermometer Is deg. below zero, and
gale blowing snow across that prairie
as only Dakota winds kno how. The
horse fell from sheer weakness before
half the distance was covered. and it
was probably the fact that she had to
pillow through the snow on foot for the
rest of the way that saved Alice Muir
names life. She got to Mandan, ham,
mered on the Doctors door, and fell in
sensible on the porch. She was taken
into the house, and made them under
stand what she wanted, but the
old woman had gone over the
border before Doc got to the farm.
Alice had both hands and feet frozen in
so terrible manner that the left foot
and hand have had to be amputated.
The poor child is now lying in dirty
room on that farm. Her life is living
death, for the old man is busy getting
in crops and hasn't time to look after
her. 1t seems to me that our Alice is
entitled to some of the fame and little
attention in the way of letters, flowers
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