St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-05-29
STORIES OF ST. PAUL.

Painters have created representations of
almost every phase of life; of animals. birds.
the human form, both clothed and innocent
of adornment the sea. the sky and other in
| Vulnerable things There is one thing, how
| ever, that no artist has yet attempted-the
reproduction on canvas of characteristics.
T. The most intimate friends are the posses
sors of characteristics, merely waiting for
the requisite surroundings to bring them
out. These characteristics are not always
pleasant, but they are generally amusing to
an observer.
On one OF the st. Paul newspapers is en-
ployed young man who has had the reputa-
ton of being rather fond of drink now and
then. His work has suffered to consider
able extent through his failing, and he
/ finally made the determination to stop. Dur
| ing the period when he was counting the red
bottle it was customary for him to divide his
! salary into various parts-one for the pay
ment of small amounts of borrowed cash,
lone for the payment of room rent and the
purchase of meal ticket one for the sa-
/ looms in which he had contracted small
4 debts and another for sundries, generally
/ meaning drinks. 1t was his custom to com
mence on the day following salary day bor-
! rowing small sums from those who were en-
| ployed on the paper with him, and before
| tlS week WAS over ne udQ -lOuCQeQ al OF
his fellow workmen.
| A few days ago, since the spasm of remorse
caused tears to flow from the eyes of
some of the saloonkeepers some of his fell
lows have been temporarily in hard straits
all of them having formerly been among his
| bankers when the touching process was in
vogue with him. One of these friends re-
Gently met him ON the Street as he was stand
| ing at a corner. waiting for a car. He was
| jingling a quantity of loose change in his
| pockets, and between his lips was cigar.
The impeeunious friend approached him,
and in confidential way. asked for the loan
| of a quarter.
~ am sorry, old man, but I can't do it."
was the reply.
You formerly borrowed of me-
''Ah-yes, but I have stopped borrowing
| and lending l have made O rule to that
| effect"/
How soon is the faint light from the torch
| of assistance forgotten as the pilgrim comes
| out into the sunlight of prosperity from the
cave of gloom But how welcome was the
! light of the torch at the time.
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She pumped down i'll the seat of the SelDy
avenue grip after the tall young man had
| arisen to make way for her. and she smiled
self with copy Of the Literary Northwest.
She had been shopping and she started to
tell him all about the new styles in the stores.
He listened politely, but did not appear 10 be
very anxious to hear all about it.
''Oh, that Miss Smith has on an awful
looking bonnet she finally said, as the mag
aZine performed a staccato movement in
front of her face. 1T is an awfully dOwdy-
looking thing, and / would be ashamed to
wear it if | were in her place. l am sure that
it is last years affair trimmed over. 1t is so
funny that she dresses in the manner she
does. and at the same time she puts on all the
airs of princess. They say that she is en-
gagged to some young man, and pity him,
poor fellow. wonder who it can be; 90 you
know"
Il understand that it is my BROTHER
quietly replied the young man. as he looked
in an opposite direction at an old woman
with q market basket Oh her arm, and
grinned to himself in delighted way.
Her face looked as though a prismatic mir
ror had been flashed in it and she forgot to
say good-by to the polite young man as she
hurriediy left the car at the foot of the hill.
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After the goods were unpacked in the new
house and some semblance of home had
been improvised out of the chaos of fur
hiture, it was found that the large clock, the
only one in the house. had been broken, and
it was impossible TO temporarily repair it SO
that it would run.
Its all bosh, Mary. this buying of expens-
i've clocks" he said, after he had jammed his
thumb with the screwdriver. ''Ill go down
town and get one of those 99-cent clocks
with an alarm and it will do just as well as
an nnuSjyn ono I really think that If will
run better than large one.'
That evening he brought home the clock.
1t was all innocent-looking affair of nickel
and Tin, with about three pounds of wheels
and an alarm bell screwed on the top. He
carefully set the alarm in what he thought
was the proper place and then retired to
rest. The lights were turned out, the cars
had stopped running. and everything was as
quiet as the grave. with the exception of
manly snore from the nasal organ of Mr..
Summit. Suddenly there was jingling and
janglipg as of a multitude of sleigh bells, and
it did not take Mr.. Summit long to spring out
OF bed and swear.
81 didn't think that there was a burglar
alarm in the house" he whispered as the
noise continued. HE must be trying to get
in at the front window"
Mr. Summit took ehis revolver, stepped
Silently UOWH Suits, anu dller OpeH-
ing the door he blazed away in the air with
his revolver. He told the policeman that
burglar had been trying to get i'll, but that he
had shot at him and compelled him to run
away.
''The- burglar alarm is great thing" said
Mr.. Summit. complaceptly.as he jumped into
bed and placed his revolver OH a chair in
readiness for more attacks.
$50 is cheap alarm clock, if it is set
right" replied Mrs. Summit as she planted
her cold feet in their accustomed place. Mr..
sum nit declined to hear her, and he was
soon snoring again.
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Mr.. Walker looked with pleasure on the
new paper on the walls the clean back yard.
and the view from the front window.
81 am sure we shall be pleased with our
new home, my DEAR" he said 10 his pretty
little wife. Now you step out of the way
and your husband will show you how to put
the stove up in jltfy."
He gave her a tender kiss as she took his
coat to hang behind the door, and he then
set to work with happy whistle The stove
was quickly set i'll place. the nrst two lengths
of pipe were set up. and with a continuation
of the whistle the work progressed.
There was something wrong with the fifth
joint, but the whistling kept on for some
time All of the joints were taken down
and tried again and again. Then the whist
ling stopped. He looked perplexed, and there
was suspicion of a scowl on his face. The
joints were all tried again and again. with no
better success. Then he became a little out
of patience, and his wife asked him what
was the matter. He said that id stovepipe
would not fit and he was sure that the dray-
man had got the lengths mixed up with some
other mans pipe. She asked him if he had
tried it in certain manner, Dat he declared
fiercely that women knew nothing about
putting up stove. Finally he became red
in the face as ne inadvertently tried it in
the manner suggested and the pipe was in
place He was kneeling down in from OF
the stove trying to get the fire started when
suddenly there was a crash, falling of
binding SCOT, and the lengths of pipe came
gathering down about his head.