St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-03-07
Tom Reed;
Gone to seed.

As the days go by Parnell coins new ex-
pressons of passionate invective to go bis
tering down in the pages Of history, He has
just called Mr.. Gladstone a spider
The Empress Frederick, with no small de-
gree of aplomb, expresses herself as per-
fectly satisfied with Paris. 1t is the motherly
duty of good Queen Vic to take her daughter
into some quiet alcove in Windsor castle and
give her straight tip to the effect that Paris
is not satisfied with Empress Frederick by
nineteen hundred jugfuls.
Truly, fierce light beats upon hume
greatness. Had Judge PETER failed in his
senatorial aspirations in Kansas the coarse
cold, cruel world would not have known of
his inordinate appetite for raw oysters.
Won Chump-Do you believe that the in
terchange of money scatters disease among
the people:
De Jay-Certainly. Have you never heard
of the itching palm or kleptomania:
In full sympathy with Hamlet's apostrophe
to Ophelia, Sweet to the sweet" Senator
Edmunds is even now washing his hands
with invisible soap in fond anticipation of
the coming Vermont sugar bounty.
Il understand the Harris theater is to be
reopened' observed a young man residing
not six blocks from Selby avenue, north or
south.
The Press club mau to whom was ad-
dressed the suggestion was about to light his
cigar Something ghostly in the plaintive re-
train of the young mans voice attracted his
nd 10 no
burn out and drop upon the tessellated thing
of the hotel corridor
Yes" he answered, the Harris is to be
again the scene of Thespian festivity. What
of it,
''Shes haunted. said The youth. hoarsely;
spirits of the dead past throng the ewes, the
cornices, the very sidewalk and the wooden
steps I've heard EN-; I've seen en-
sure you haven't got 'em-again:'
'Oh. no. the youth made shift to dis
claim; but really. often. in the small hours
toward daylight, go there and linger amid
memories of the past. Throwing myself ell
rapport with theatrical history, l conjure
spirits from the vastly deep, as it were, under
the prompters box. The cold, white moon
is. mayhap, the only light auxiliary, but
again do hear the first crash of the orches-
ira the wild tintamarre of the boisterous
AANAiliOuN Wy lIS SOll4N away " tue ulSlOulOuS
bird notes of the flute and piccolo. Again
see the swayng. voluptuous forms of the
amazons i'll the intricate mazes of
march that blends sweetness with laven-
der tights and spangled bodices. L
hear again the merry, infectious laugh
of Susie Kirwin. and again follow the
airy swiftness of her Cinderella feet, weaving
a Terpsichorean pattern of Invisible meshes.
Eloquent eyes and coral lips crowd the night
and WOO and beckon, and the eyes hypnotic
my soul and the lips whisper and coo, and
around the radiant faces fall tangled am
brosial locks from ebon hue to tawny gold.
and my heart rises and falls. while my veins
runlonce more with the old-ume fires, and
''Nh no pulled for the patrols inquired one
of Chief Clarks finest, as he glanced sig
nficantly at the giided youth, barely sup
ported temporarily on three chairs.
at was the error of Judgment on the part
of stranger explained the Press club
man. Il will answer for his keeping to-
night. but the box offices must be enjoined
against him early tomorrow morning."