St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-07-09
OIL THE SIDE.

SIS 1t truer'
SIT is"
Then you really are to be married Satur-
day at halfpast sixf
Il really am"
ION your word of honorgn
ION my word OF honor" And as Miss Dor
othy Morton said it she leaned back in her
chair and let whole flock Of the most be-
witching dimples you ever saw play hide and
seek on her pretty cheeks and chin. It's to
be quiet affair, and no amount of persua-
sion or finesse will induce the prospective
bride to name the favored man. Who is her
Now don't ask me, for il l should be wrong
he would never forgive me, and if 1 were
right he wouldn't like it, for it's profound
secret Is the story true? Quien sabe? Who
ever does Know things? Miss Morton is
charming, and IL the wedding really is to
come off one can quite envy the happy man.
That's all.
FL
On Fourth street yesterday, at the Rob-
ert street corner, there came along q horse
with naturally wicked and depraved nat
ure. You could see it in the way he showed
the whites Of his eyes, and in the very dissi-
pated wriggle of his auditory appendages.
There's fruit stand on that corner, where
is eopyrighted) sells banans and peaches and
cherries and other things. The horse was
a prejudiced quadruped, and he hated Ital
ians. He marched bang into that stand, and
in half minute peanuts and oranges and
Italian swear words and candy and apricots
and horse and stand were just one glorious
hash. The Italian rooted out his hair in
despair and handfuls, while every gamin on
the block helped himself TO everything he
eonld grab, and the cause of all the trouble
laughed a coarse horse laugh and trotted off,
+t+-
And there was crowd. Did you ever in
your life see a man or boy in too great a
hurry to stop and help somebody make a
great, useless gaping crowd? No matter what
the cause Of the disturbance is. no matter
when or where it happens. within two min
utes and quarter crowd of men will be
treading on each others toes. wildly anxious
to find out what the trouble is. The first man
hears it and tells it to the next man, who i'm
parts it to the man behind him, and two
blocks away the story reaches the open ears
of reporter that runaway horse has killed
fourteen men and boy. The reporter rushes
down, finds the crowd like so many slough
ton bottles-if you know what a stoughton
bottle isl don't, but | know it's something alb
Stupiu-NhbciililS Ou6 pOOT Upset
fruit vender. The crowd look interested, but
as for Offering to help the poor fellow-why,
the idea never occurs TO any of them.
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And do you know why it is that women
don't join the crowd? OF course you don't.
Nobody does. And yet everybody goes about
saying what oceans of curiosity women have.
Unless the accident is something appalling,
women pass by-just dying to stop-but
never really doing It, Mrs. Grundy wouldn't
like it, and the woman never lived who
wasn't really at heart dreadfully afraid of
Mrs. GrUndy and just as anxious to please
her.
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Why doesn't some chArtably inclined st.
Peul woman start q movement to give the
poor children of the town a days outing?
St Paul isn't so big as it sometimes feels,
but there are plenty of children here to
whom day at some one of the lakes would
be a revelation-children who have actually
never seen Minnehaha or Fort Smelling or
White Bear. 1t wouldn't be such bad thing
to do; and why doesn't some woman-for
nothing in the world really happens without
a woman at the bottom of it-start the move
ment?