St. Paul daily globe., 1892-02-07

ton simply as spectators, says the Chi
cago Herald. They gapeI in re
spectful attention at the telegra-
pher as he rose from the instrument
and announced a SNOW gorge at Dodge
Vile. They talked about it. Big thing.
that telegraph. One of them said if he
were an operator he could stand at the
foot of the tamarac telegraph poles
ana understand every word of every
message that went over The wire. The
others doubted that, but none of them
had the courage to appeal to the agent.
he would have known, but he might
have laughed at whoever was wrong.
An CID woman in the corner had a
bandaged valise on her lap, with a roll of
mixed goods in a newspaper parcel. She
was full of information ON remote and
Irrelevant happenings, and embraced
each opportunity to unburden herself.
Her Initial Story.
young man nigh about killed at the
dance" she remarked as | sat down be
side her. l looked her over and won
dered what | ought to say to that. My
uncertainty Gidn't trouble her. "Got
into fight with Lem Woods" she con-
tinued. "Lem's about the best man in
Summerdale. Young man flowed he'd
bring whisky to the dance if he wanted
IL
whip the whole outfit. Lots did git
drunk, of course, and they had fight"
How did it come out?" / asked her.
81 don't know. l think it's mighty
mean man that brings whisky to a
dance. But he's bein' watched here
after. Now, mark what tell you! He's
bein' watched"
The leading lady of a travelling theat-
rical company fiOunced down, with
sigh of WEAKNESS. upon my left hand.
Such dreadful place." she eX
planned, with the intonation of Lady
Macbeth thirsting for Duncan's blood.
than Colorado. We played to full
houses in towns not bigger than this in
Colorado; played Ten Nights in Bar
room at Aspen, just after a
fire, and there wasn't hall in
town; just piled the tables up at
one end of the room; had no stage; dol
lor admission, and half the audience
either sat on the floor or stood up. Gave
Lady of Lyons'-I played PauJine-at
Clifton. Then we made up beds right
there in the hall and slept till train
time. Oh. love Colorado-the scenery
is so grand" After which she buried
herself in the forty ninth chapter of
vivid novel called ''All for Love-"
Man down at Boscobel shot himself
last fall" said the old lady on my right
'.He went hunting with Willis Dix
Willis Dix is his brother-in-law. They
didn't get nothing, and they parted
right at the edge of The woods. Willis
Dix heard his gun go off, and
he knowed there wasn't no game
there; then he heard him holler,
and he run over. He had put his gun
over the tence and clum up over it, and
it went off and shot him in the liver.
Willis Dix put his arms around him and
carried him half mile to the house.
John Henry Handaway was his name.
His wife took OH awful. The water was
80 high they couldn't bury him."
Business Was Rushing.
The solicitor for live stock commits
sion house in the city invaded the room
with half dozen farmers who had hogs
to sell. For ten minutes the place was
full of fractions of pence and an argu-
ment about relative freight rates from
Montfort and Muscodah. Five young
men who never had thing to sell
came in with each farmer, and
complicated the discussion with the
boundless store of things they did not
know about business. One of them was
dressed in particularly rakish way,
and interjected opinions with sup emo
contempt of their effect on the gray
beardS-tO the Intense amusement If the
impecunious young men. Then he turned
TO the station agent and chaffed him
about the snow blockade, and
bOaSted incidentally of having been ND
till past midnight. A navy from the
section was thawing his mitteIs out 10y.
the stove, and became so impressed with
the rush of affairs about him that he