St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-12-25

dent, or the likes av it; it wash bludie
murder'n of sick baby, it was! Oh.
they'll pay up fer it, they will, if how
TO go into coort and swear, and, so hip
me the Virgin Mary, 1 niver took an
oat' since l marched troo the Army
wild me muskit thrun acroSt me Shout
der and the blud was flynn thick
and fast and the bullets was
runnin' down the gutter. An ="
FOx's visit was inopportune, to say the
least. 1t was fact that the railroad
company had kept its agent at him since
the day of the accident, and with each
OF the lmpOrtunate agents visits Fling
had become more incensed at the
''moighty corp'rashuns," as he called
them. The agent, on his last visit, had
informed the family that the expense
OF the funeral had aggregated $50, but
that it was all 30 K" etc, and that if
he would now accept $50 additional 10
soothe his troubled fever. and ''sign the
receipt" that all would be well with
Hannah. In the meantime, filings
vernacular had permeated the neigh
borhood pretty well, and his neighbors
had Intensified his hostility toward the
corporation" by advising him that he
had claim against the road, the
amounts of which ranged from five
tousand'' dollars to ''Seventy-fve t'Ous-
and dollars" and the law and logic dis
cussed in support of those claims were
peculiarly the sublimest absurditieS.
Old women with stopped and frozen
aprons had called upon them, aud cried
until their stained-glasS eyes were as
red as rotten tomatoes, and at each of
these leveeS the amounts of the claims
were raised, the road denounced the
louder, and the arguments more In
famed.
So it happened when Fox arrived,
Fling and his muscular little woman
were loaded for fight. OF course they
opened proceedings elvilly, because
Fling had not finished his potatoes and
onions at supper. At the conclusion of
this, however, he turned in his chair,
lighted his Internal pipe charged with
rag-cut and proceeded to inquire of
FOX'S mission.
Your friend, the lady, the reporter,
asked me to come and see you. She
stated that you had suffered an out
rageous wrong and that you should be
guided in demanding prompt redress
and satisfaction from the railroad COM
panv."
You amt sed who you are for, Mis-
Their Cox, am"
''Oh. have no alarm; l am in no way
connected with the company. | have
come to fight them for you, if you so de-
sire. but
You don't like emp
"NO."
'What cOuntryman are ye?'
"Oh. Pm Irish"
"Well! Well And you hate the COM
pany? See here now, Misther Fox, that
was murther, that was; it was not any
ting like accident; it was the tOofeSt
sart ay murther that ever yeas sot eyes
upon"
''Of course it was Mr.. Fling and Mrs.
Fling, and now what we want is to be
paid for it. Only don't settle with the
agent, let ME caution you now as to
that. Don't settle with him for any
price, for if we ever get them into court
we'll beat them for biz sum, you may
be sure of that"
Fox had been sitting very close to the
stove and that was as far from it as he
might sit with due regard for the sur
rounding benches, lounge and bed
steadS. He thought he Smelt his
whlskerS smuggling, besides the effluvia
generally prevalent within the hut was
enough 10 fatten pork Oh. lie suS-
pected that filings excitement would
make reasonable argument and a state
ment OF his proposition entirely out of
the entertainment Tor that evening, so
he moved toward the door and said he
would see them again, at the same time
thrusting a silver dollar into Mrs.
filings hands,'with the direction that
she buy some fruit for the sick
daughter who was then lying on a bed
in the corner. Fling saw him to the
door and, following him out into the
alley, kept up continued discussion
with himself about the ''murther"
Once outside Fox again tried to get the
old man to leave his case with him. He
said the night being cold and having
come from Minneapolis, he had pro-
vided himself with bottle of brandy,
and thereupon handed Fling the flask
Fling accepted the invitation ana the
brandy. and forthwith proceeded to
paint his insides with the iodine. Fox,
rising in spirit under pressure of the
open air. and Fling rising in spirit I'M
der pressure of the wit-juice, both en-