St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-05-23
An Oddly Was the Service
Over the Remains Of SEN
atop Barbour.
Many Public Men Who Do Not
Know How to Dress
Well.
Senator WaShburn a Con-
spicuous Exception to
the Rule.
A Little Story About Bachelor
John Pendleton, Of West
Virginia.

Special TO the Globe.
WASHINGTON, May 21.-In days OF
OLD. there sat always skeleton at the
banquet board to remind the feasters
that they too must die. But for that the
laugh was never the less gay, nor was
the song sadder. nor the wine less red.
A funeral train crosses your path, and
you give it scarce a thought. People
crowd into public funeral with no feel
ing of sadness or reverence, but from
just the same inexplicabIe instinct that
prompts them to collect about the scene
of frightful accident. The senate
chamber was crowded the other day
with all sorts and conditions of men, in
Guiding women and children, all come
to see the strange sight of a Roman
Catholic funeral service in the capitol.
They wear the gayeSt of spring clothes.
and in the crowded galleries fans were
waving like butterflies poised on posy
beds. Everybody who could gain
admission to the galleries was
there. On the floor sat the senate
Barbour's vacant and black-ShrOuded
chair to the right among them. The
vice president, faultlessly dressed i'll
black, sat above the official reporters
table, on which stood the cleaning
cruciiX and the burning candles. The
black gowned venerable justices of the
supreme court were the
First Official Guests
to arrive. Then came the cabinet, and
then the diplomatic corps. The dead
man crossed the threshold of the senate
chamber when all the mighty of the
land had gathered, and from cloud of
incense came the voice of the priest in
toning the Latin prayers. 1t was sol
emn funeral, but not impressive. 1t
might have been so had the people
seemed at all serious about it. The DIP
lomatlc corps were dressed all in black,
even to their gloves. with silk hats in
their hands. The cabinet wore no
gloves. Their clothes were quite
evidently their business suits. and
Secretary Blaine wore the same light
gray trousers with CATERS to match that
he appeared in on the occasion Of his
now famous visit to the circus. He sat
huddled back in his chair. very pale
and frail looking, and crossed and I'M
crossed his legs nerVously during the
ceremony. Not one of the cabinet
officers seemed at all concerned about
etiquette, While the senators and repre-
sentatives laughed and talked among
themselves quite as if the occasion were
nothing more serious than church con-
vention. The pail bearers wore white
gloves and sasheS, but their clothes were
anything they appened-juSt happened
to wear. Mr. Blount, of Georgia, had
OH chilli sauce coiOred suit with hat to
match. Another pail bearer carried
A White Straw Hat.
For the everlasting credit of the
Northwest, and to refute for all time the
idea that Minne50tanS don't know what
good form is, be it said that Senator
Washburn was the most suitably dressed
man in the procession. He was attired
entirely in black, and walked with
simple dignity and self-posSession that
contrasted decidedly with the self-c0n-
sci0uS awkWardnesS of most Of the men
with him. There really ought to be
some established custom to regulate
dressing at funerals, for till there is one
can't help fancying such a scene as that
OF today is scarcely respectful to the
silent senator above whom the cenSerS
are swung.
But in the press gallery there was
seriousness utterly ont of accord with
the usual appearance OF that place. 1t
was dOubly serious occasion for the
correspondents, for scarcely one of
them had ever witnessed a Roman
Catholic funeral before. There was
great conferrlug with each other and
comparing of notes and asking Of QueS-
tious, for the ceremony and everything
about it was strange. Here and there
a valiant fellow wrote up an account all
by himself, and hurried away to wire it
to his home paper without consulting
anybody about it. There were, indeed,
some
Strange Messages
humming over the wires. One CORE
spondent said, among other things:
The zeophyte swung the sacred punk
in which the holy water was burning"
Really? Yes, indeed, he did, for the
telegraph operator showed it to me. [
don't know what the home people
thought of that, but | am convinced it
wasn't much worse tnan many another
message, for the way those newspaper
men wrestled with the unknown was
sight to see.
Almost the only man whose age is not
revealed by the Congressional Directory
IS Congressman John Pendlet0n, Of
West Virginia. Those who know, say
that ten years ago Mr. Pendleton
showed signs of age. However that
may be, he's bravely outgrown them,
for lie is one of the youngest men i'm the
house now. He's typical VIrginian in
appearance, SmOoth-shaven, dark-eved.
hair a little long. ami usually touSled,
and-as the guide always tells the girls
Id the gallery-he'S bachelor. He
talks about his various unfortunate love
affairs, too, with great deal of frank
ness and resignation. but what
ne likes best TO dwell upoa is
the infallibility OF the Democ-
racy in his home state. Secretary
EiklnS' nomination and chances for OBJ
aiming the gubernatOrial chair do not
NorrY MIR. ,PendletOn any more than the
lies bother the Washington monument.
Tor he has his own reelection already
secured in his inner pocket.
But Speaking Of Love Affairs.
They are thicker in Washington than
me leaves III Vallambrosa. Even the
babies iii the park make love. ,'ris
owe that makes the world go round and
If you've been In Washington four DAYS
and haven't done your part toward
keeping this particular section of the
world from tagging behind the rest of
creation, ltYS because you've been in
jail or are dySpeptic. The WASHINGTON
5lrl, the real Washington native. vino
.hough rare as human charity. does
still exist. is the most practiced fiirt on
1afth. Administrations wax and wane.
congressman WOO and ride away. hat
ne washington tiirt, like the brook.
ana ! ale college widow, goes on for
ever. Ottentimes she gets to be a de-
Dartment clerk, and likewise a widow.
ma then let me tell you there's moth,
nng like her from Upernavik to Cane
dorh, and If once her eyes fall on you-
WE'LL you'd better run while you can.
r. X.