St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-05-10
MINNEAPOLIS,
NOTE AND COMMENT.

UISucu6u HIS clOtneS. 1HC univ AShOh
clung about the mans knees and buried
his poor pinched little face in the tat
tered. shiny coat. The tiickering lights
threw dark, weird shadows about the
strange pair, and ray OF the yellow
light falling full upon the mans face
revealed desperate. half-mad CLEAN
in his eyes, Lines of care and priva-
ton could be traced along the cheeks,
and there was hard, set look about the
firm. proud mouth, while the lips trem-
bled painfully.
The night was nasty; the rain fell
increasingly and the wind blew in great
gusts. The streets were nearly de-
serted, save by those whose business
kept them out late. Even these were
very few, and they hurried along the
streets wrapped in their waterproofs
and half hidden by mammoth UNI
brelias. Ever and anon closed cab
rumbled past, the wheels, as the whirled
around, scattering mud and water IN
every direction. The man and boy
stood alone on the dismal corner. No
body noticed them. They were as much
alone as though living on some distant
island.
The little boy grew tired, and. bring
ing his face out from the ragged folds
OF the mans coat, he looked up into his
face and said tremulOuSly:
Papa, I'm so tired; won't you come
hOme?''
The man sighed bitterly as he pulled
the boys head and murmured: Pretty
soon Freddy: be a brave boy little
longer, and then We'll go home"
The boy nestled his head under his
fathers coat again and wound his arms
about him tighter. A cab ratified past
and the eabman, seeing two forms
waiting on the corner, called out, "Cab.
Sir?" But the man did not want cab.
He passed his hand over his eyes TO
wipe away the water which was mlngllng
with a few big salty tears, and CON-
pressed his lips tightly, as though TO
prevent a sob from breaking forth. He
turned his face toward the gray and
gloomy city hall, which doomed up
through the rain. A yellow light shone
from the window of the room occupied
by the assistant superintendent of
police, and seeing it, the man bent over
the little boy and whispered:
FREDDY there is light in the city
hall. Shall we 20 down again|'
please, papa" pleaded the little fell
low, don't go down there again. 1t
won't do any good. Those cruel men
will give you no appointment"
perhaps they will give it to me II
come down tonight" said the father
eagerly, as though offering all excuse
to his OWE son for wanting to go to the
big building.
'You were there twenty-Six times to-
day, papa" said the boy, land each
time there were hundreds OF people
ahead of YOU"
Yes. l know, persisted the father,
"but the mayor looked at me very
l.. H. L., T nd
maybe he will give it TO me-"
''HOw many applications did the
clerk say there were?" he asked a mo-
ment later.
"He said there were 996 men who
, wanted to be dog catcher" answered
the boy, land only one could be APP
pointed"
That's quite number. isn't 1t,
Freddy" said the man, hopelessly,
and do want to be dog catcher so
badly. voted for the mayor when he
was elected, and | ought to have some
reward"
Yes. papa" replied the young phi
lOSOpher. but you know everybody
can't be appointed to a position. You
tried to get a place as policeman, too,
but there were {. 749 men ahead of you.
Please come home and let the dogs go.
Mamma Is hungry, for she has had moth
ing to eat this month. Don't you re
member that she said to you: Listen to
the voice of love and buy me some
bread?"
The poor man groaned, and thirteen
tears rolled down his pale, wan cheeks
and fell with a dull thud on the muddy
pavement He knew in his innermOst
soul that his little son spoke the truth.
He had spent his snug little fortune in
chasing the will O. wiSp about the city
hall. He had lost his everything and
was reduced to the most pitlable Cir
cumstances. He heaved large sigh,
and patting his brave little son on the
head, said gently:
Lets go home. Freddy; we will get
mamma some bread tomorrow"
Tbs strange pair moved off down the
muddy street, through the peltlng rain.
Before turning the corner the man cast
one wistful glance behind at the city
hail and murmured YEARLY:
'He ought to give it TO me. l will go
down and see him tomorrow"
Robert BrOmer, representing Fred
erick Warde. the tragedian, was talking
yesterday of Shakespeare and of the
proportion of theater-gOers who appre-
eiate the divine poets creations.
II can tell you of a man." said he,
"WhO, while he might not be claSsed
among those who appreciate Shake
speare, yet enjoyed a Shakespearean
play as much as any student of the great
master.
at was out in-well, / won't tell you
the name of the town. for it has hand
some theater now: but then the theater
was unfinished, and we had put up a
section of circus seats behind the circle.
The man in the box office wanted to see
the play, SO | sold tickets and took them
up after the curtain rose and the people
all seemed to be inside. Warde was play
ing Richard Ill" was walking up and
down outside smoking when | heard
what seemed to be four-hOrSe team
coming up stairs. In moment ninety
seven-pOund man accompanied by an
OvergrOWn dog appeared. The man
was one of those ninety Seven-pounderS
with sharp nose and red chin whiskers.
"'What kind O. cOmicalS is a-gOin' on
inside% he inquired, i'll a piccolo voice,
hearing the applause.
Funniest thing on earth,' said l.
"'D'ye mean il?
"'Sure; look at me. was as thin as
you are when l joined this show, and
Pve grown to what | am laughing at it,
BrOmer weighs $500
wall, wall. WHAT'S tn damage"
IA dollar
sin he went. Later, took look at
him, and he was laughing like planta-
ton darby over well-cOoked 'possum.
He had picked out Warde as the funny
man, and roared every time Richard
made move. went back on the stage.
WaTde had singled him out as the hoo
doO'' of the house, He threatened to
stop the show unless l had the man re-
moved. But my friend had paid his
dollar to laugh, and | let HIM get his
moneys worth. l saw him after the
show. He rushed up and grasped both
my hands.
"'Say, pardner,' he gasped. that wus
tn funniest thing l ever see. l amt
done laughin' yit. Let me buy We
drink. Ha! ha! h-a-a-ar"
The part of the preacher in politics
spOuld be smooth. especially for those
who have had experience IN keeping