St. Paul daily globe., 1890-06-06
PAUL.
TALES OF THE TOWN.

s'Say, did you ever notice anything
queer about me?" asked Pleasant
avenue youth yesterday as he and
friend sat discussing bottle of Schlitz
in an up town resort. The questioner
sat with his hands pushed deep into his
trouser pockets, and there was per-
picked look in his face as he asked the
question.
"Queer? how do you mean queer?'
replied his friend becoming perpleXed
also.
"Peaky, mean. Did you ever hear
anyone say l was loose up here, tap
ping his forehead as he spoke. A
hearty laugh was the only reply he got,
as the absudity of the query struck
home.
"Hush," he continued, "don't laugh
like a dod gosted hyena. This is a
serious matter, and want TO tell you as
a friend of mine that either Pm as crazy
as a June bug or I've got cat that's
possessed of devil"
Again the glasses and bottles behind
the bar ratified i'll merry union with the
uproariouS laughter of the amused
listener.
Been drinking lately?' he inquired
with solicitiouS glance at his COM
panion.
Not a drink replied the other:
''Now listen TO me' he continued and
I'll tell you all about this Internal buSl-
ness.
My sisters got black cat. It's a
beast OF cat, but all cats are OF the
devils legion, | take it, so that doesn't
figure much in the case. Well, several
months ago | conceived a violent hatred
for this somber-hued animal, and deter
mined to get 1t out of the way when an
opportunity presented. My sister went
away on visit this week, and yeSter-
day | saw my opportunity to accomplish
my design. | got lunch hamper from
the cellar, put four bricks i'll the bottom
of it. and then above the bricks L put
the cat. | sewed the lid of that hamper
down with heavy twine, and at 1880
last night dropped the whole business
off the Robert street bridge, and down
it went like rock to the bottom OF the
river"
Dead cat" hazarded the listener,
"phantom howlS in the night, diseased
Imagination, and that sort OF thing"
"Phautom be DID," almost Shrieked
the perturbed hater of the feline race.
Il tell you it's no phantom, but the
same old black cat. When | opened my
bed room door this morning | nearly fell
in nit. for in rushed the cat | drowned
with such elaboration last night, and be-
gan rubbing against my legs"
"Sure it's the same cat?' was asked.
"Dead sure"
'Must have broken out some way,
and gone home again." was offered as
an explanation of The feline'S presence
in this life.
"No, she couldn't have done it. That
hamper would have held tiger"
"DroWn her again, why don't you?
Get back at her some way"
No; I've had enough cat in mine.
I've moved down to the Ryan until
the folks get back; that cat shall reign
III absolute possession so far as L am
concerned;" and. with brow still con-
happenings of the past tWenty-fOur
hours, the speaker wended his way east
ward.
The Lineau-Reuter concert company,
under the direction and management Of
+. G. Huebner, is about to start on q
concert tour of the Northwest. The
names of such artists as Oscar IL.
Lineau, the tenor; Jacob Reuter-, the
violinist, whose playing recently sent
Newmarket audience wild with enthuSl-
asm; May Louise Aigen, the dramatic
reader, whose realistic style of elocution
has won her fame; Herr Louis Mich,
violincello virtuOsO. and Prof. Eugene
KOeuffer, pianist. should be sufficient
guarantee of the excellence OF the con-
certS TO be given. Bert III. GOudOn,
formerly of the Minneapolis Tribune, is
business manager and his experience in
advance work should make the venture
financial success.