St. Paul daily globe., 1891-06-21
BY THE MAN OUTSIDE.


the city. He always has kind word for the
worlds unfortunates No tramp ever yet
struck him for dime or a quarter and went
away emptyhanded. But Mr.. Heffelfnger
met with new experience day or two ago.
one individual, whose clothes have that rem
lnlscent air that speaks of nights spent
In freight cars, behind hay stacks and in Jail.
had been making heavy run upon Mr.. Hef-
felhnger's pocketbook. 1t was growing mo-
notonous and he was finally told to work for
living. But he came back again a few
days ago. He sidled up to the Sixth street
entrance of Heffelfnger's store, caught the
eye of clerk and inquired;
rs Mr. Heffelfnger in?''
well, don't think he wants to see you,"
replied the clerk eyeing the voluptuous nose
and pleading garb of the inquirer.
Beg pardon, young man, but think he
does, )" said the tramp politely for he was
polished tramp. "Tell him there's a gentle
here who wishes to converse with him on i'm
portant business
Just then Heffelinger hove in sight. His
eye caught the tramp
We'll, suppose you want a quarter?'' he
asked. II thought told you to come back
here no more"
You do me wrong, Mr. Heffelfnger. In
deed you do,'' came in choking accents.
hdOAO bholl llDcIdllly Cdu
never foget. did not come to ask you to
give me quarter. 1 merely want to borrow
25 cents''
george Broadhurst who was called the
Joy1ul young manager when he managed the
Harrls theater here, was in Minneapolis early
In the week. 'Broad'-this diminutive is
not reflection upon Mr.. Broadhurst's phys
lcai proportions-told me good story on
himself He is now manager of the Metro
politan theater, Grand Forks, N. D. His
employees began to give the house the regu-
lar spring cleaning short time
before school commencements were
ready for harvesting. woman had been
hired to do the scrubbing. The first morn
1ng-a rainy one, too-a female figure entered
the theater lobby and inquired for Mr.. Broad
hurst
Il am he," said the affabIe George. Are
you the woman who has come to do the
scrubbing?''
mo, SIR" was the reply. 1--WE come to
rehearse the high school pupils for com
mencement."
Broad felt small.
Ill
Hilda Thomas prma donna of the Shaw
Opera company, has had varied experiences
on the stage. She isn't prone to talking
about herself, but yesterday she was persuad-
ed TO give an account of an advertising dodge
she was compelled to work in a small Iowa
town near Dubuque. The story. which is au-
thentic, will bear repetition.
Il was with company of transformers"
began the fair Hilda, ''and. to be frank, we
were about on the cattle train, to speak fig
uratively. We did all we could legitimately
to enthuse the populace, but they would
have none ont. One of the ladies and my
self were out walking on the railroad near
long trestle over creek and big ravine. We
saw a long freight train approaching, and
Instantly conceived the foolhardy idea Of
walking out on the trestle, letting myself
down between the ties, as if that was my
only hope of safety (my companion had al
ready run down the bank, and hanging on
by my hands until the train passed
over the trestle. Well, sir, l did it,
but 1 couldn't pull myself back. Luckily
some men who were working at a mill near
by heard my companion screeching-I would
have died before 1 would have called for as
sistance-and came and hauled me back
again to earth. OF course, everybody knew
about it in ten minutes and that night the
house was jammed. l never received SO
much Simon-pure admiration in all my life.
You should have seen the eclat with which
we left town. One of the city fathers accom-
panied me to the traln But | am older now,
and, as you see, very demuie.''
The interviewer didn't see, but politely
bowed his best bow.
Ill
heard man tell q story the other day
which deserves to be embalmed and ranged
alongside the famous romances of Eli Per-
kins, Joe Mulhatton or Col. Tom Ochiltree
Before repeat this tale 1 want it distinctly
understood that it was not told originally as
a joke or kid, " but ION the dead square,
The narrator and the hero was one of these
w-that-reminds me of-a- little experience
of-mine fellows who always have personal
anecdote that taps everything told before
party of gentlemen had been talking about
riding horses, especially bronchos. Several
good stories had been told when the man of
whom l speak started, Notwithstanding
me-"
He told of his life on the plains and of
vicious broncho he had ridden. This broncho
had killed his scores of cowboys No
''broncho buster on the roundup or the
trail had ever been found who could stay in
the saddle. wthatreminds-m tried
him one day. Details of how he ''cinched'' the
saddle until the horse groaned under the
compression, and of how he braced himself
in the saddle will be omitted. Anyhow, the
Droncho tTled Kicking rearing, Ducklng,
lying down and rolling over. all to no pur-
pose. Nowthat. reminds-me' couldn't be
dislodged.
"Finally the broncho paused" said the
hero. II thought he was conquered, bnt he
wasn't. He seemed TO be thinking. Sud
denly he bucked. He struck with his legs
spread out wide. Then he gathered himself
and seemed to shrink, to contract as a bel
lows under pressure. Then he lunged And
do you know, he jumped right through that
saddle girth, leaving me standing on the
ground with the saddle under me'
Out CT regard for the young mans parents
the name of the narrator is withheld