St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-02-18
A LETTER FROM BILL NYE.
1T rs NOT NECESSARILY FOR PUBL
CARTON.
a GUARANTEE OF GOOD FAITH.

Reports to Wealthy Insurance
Man of st. Paul That He Had
Good Time ia England, but
America is Good Enough for
Him Retire. shing Humor on
Various Subjects.
Bill Nye's letters for publication are
usually written for $50 TO 500 column.
He sometimes drops into prose and
poetry for the benefit of personal
friends. A st. Paul friend of Bill's
| read Ill New York paper few weeks
ago that the festive humOrist was dis
porting himself in London. and accord
ingly wrote him letter. The st. Paul
man is person of large wealth. Bat as
time hangs heavily without occupation.
lie became connected with one of the
life Insurance agencies, and dlspenses
the genial tOntine as missionary work,
not for the money there is in 1t. 1t oc-
Cured to him it might be good idea to
have Bill do some insurance missionary
work in London, and he sent the genial
hum0rlst lot of insurance literature,
at the same time suggesting that he,
Bill. write Gladstone, Wales, La
bouchere and few more bright lights
OF Britain. Bill received the letter after
his return from Soudan. He replied in
his characteristic way as follows:
WATERFOWL, N. z. Feb. 10, 1884,
My Dear -: Your letter regarding
| insurance and things. addressed to me
/ care Authors club, in London, returned
IOnlyinD cioi- and main
Had l received it while there l could
have secured Gladstone. jerome. Be.
/ SAINT, Doyle and Sir Arthur Sullivan on
| the tontiue. Had them where they
| would have had to "tont" or beg.
Now am doing the big. poorly ven
| tilated East, but to better business than
ever before. We got frozen audience
| here for the first on the whole seasons
/ list. | went out to the fOotlightS and
laughed. That's the way with people
i who are brought up on Nine. Rentz'
+; Female Ministries and Old Times cellar
F.. door.
| Why should you ask me how Fame
| feels? l never get time to ascertain;
! ana it do snatch Il moment for that
purpose find some other mans hand
| strokjng her hair To tell you the truth,
care more for my watermelons OH my
| upright farm, and the sweet breath of
| the two-year-Old steer which | ride to
and from the mill than l do for the
'catty' smelling palaces of princes and
| the pomp and hauteur which compels
me to sit for hours in the presence of
royalty when my wisdom teeth are all
af1oar.
L had good time; great big good
time, with food, lodging, wine and song,
and riding hither and yon OH the RAIL
ways. Once on Candlemas day 1 rode
from London to the country seat of
ducal chum for week at his shooting
box. We went via the London Sc
Northwestern railway. Labouchere and
Baltenberg had the pleasure Of accom-
| North Hestern?' aBartenberg asked. 20.
i think it's the best road under the SUM-"
''Such line coaches" says Labby.
says IS "Baf L s.Y a s saws u ois :!fhe
scenery through some parts of Wiscon-
sin, the rapid motion. the safety, the
splendid smooth road bed, and the
charming breakfasts just before we
reach Chicago"
LOW? Who said anything aboutWiS-
consin?" exclaimed Labby. Il was
speaking about the Northwestern. the
| London & Northwestern"
| Ahsietk, say ilCtC
! only one Northwestern. and hi thought
! heyeryone knew it was i'll the States.
Hif you bare speakin' of the London IL
| Northwestern hallow Inc to hadd.,'
says /, with much 'auteur. these
little dry goods boxes on wheels which
( you call coaches are hall right, so far
as they go: hand your roadbed is
smooth. But, o. the dull. deceased
i deafness of the landscape, anu the
| crowded aspect OF things. No. proud
! h editor, your Northwestern is Il fair
sort of road. But there's only one
Northwestern saying which l re-
! lapsed into Punch. and diligently
| sought for joke.
l trnst, my dear -, you will not
print this letter. Mr.. Teasdale might
think wanted an annual. when. as a
matter OF fact, few trips" during the
season will suffice, if am in the North
western territory during the year.
L am GLAD to be back in the States.
There's no home like my owl home
tsays to myself.
Across the dark blue sea-
The land of beauty and of worth,
The bright land of the free
Where royal foot hath never trod,
Nor bigot forged chain
Oh. would that l were safely back