St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-06-15

ViOl was handled by MISUNDERSTANDING
woman who sawed the strings with all
the vigOr of practlced musician. AS
twilight deepened, the garden began to
fill. Whole families came with all their
children and other impedimenta. A
German family is something wonderful
to contemplate. The number wouldtill
a census enumerator's heart with joy,
and even an unprecedented observer
may become the most densely
populated city in the country if
the contributions are as numerous
among other classes as those l saw rep
resented. No matron brought less
than three rosy checked, dark-eyed
cherubs, and some headed procession
which reminded one of the old woman
who lived in a shoe and had so many
children she didn't know what to do.
First would come the grandma clad in
old country costume and bright
coloIed handkerchief tied about her
head. Her face might be wrinkled
and a few gray hairs visible, but her
active step and bright eyes showed
plenty of vitality to expend i'll work or
amusement. Then the grown up girls
and boys walked dutifully along, only
glancing occasionally from out the
corner of the eye for the
sweetheart who was sure to be wait
ing with visible impatience. Then
the children of various sizes came, down
to the twins i'll the carriage pushed by
paterfamjIias. who seemed to appreciate
his responsibility.
Gasoline lamps were lighted all about
the grounds, and the sound Of music
mingled with the voices of the children
and the clinking of the glasses. | had
rested long enough, and wondered where.
Susan was. Approaching the pavilion L
saw her wandering through the mazes
of waltz quadrille. Herpartner looked
sad and the others all smiled. If Susan
ever in remote ages knew how to dance.
she had forgotten. To see the tall, bony
form, that was wont to preside at prayer
meetings and tea fights, now capering
among the youthful throng was sight
calculated to make angels weep.
We earthly mortals, however, just
laughed, and hoped she would try
it again. She seemed to have met sew
eraI families, who for months have
been victims of her tract distributing
hobby. They bore no malice. however,
and invited her to lunch with them.
Making my way through the crowd l
found her just draining glass Of beer.
GhouSho w W0A0 i" PhViitOAoioH42V,
1 said severely.
"Of course" she briskly replied,
"but er glass of beer is-er-so invigorat-
ing and refreshing after dancing you
know" -.-.-.
consistency thou art Jewell" I
murmured, escorting her to the gate.
Our little friend took us to the next
place, which proved to be a hall. located
in the heart of what is known to the
natives as FrOgtOwn, on account of the
many frogs who croak and swim in the
adjoining marshes. A legend prevails
that some years ago man built snanty
on the edge of one of these boys. Even
ing came, the dews fell, and the frogs
croaked until their music filled the air,
causing the earth to tremble so that the
house sank. The frogs took possession
and the rash settler fled. Later settlers
seem to have become accustomed to the
frogs. and flourishing village is grow
ing up. The children occasionally be-
come web-footed from playing in the
no moment.
After walking some distance we
found concert hall which seemed to
be attached to private dwelling. We
passed through the kitchen, where a
stout, red-faced woman sold us tickets
labeled Sacred Concert" The music
was certainly dlscordant enough to re-
mind one of the performances which
some churches label sacred. The frogs
orchestra outside could have given the
Quartette points IN harmony. The hall
was well filled with young people who
seemed determined to dance despite the
heat and bad music. There were fewer
of the older people here. The costumes
showed at least an attempt to conform