St. Paul daily globe., 1894-09-02

From other people" She made a
paragraph mark on the paper.
"TO think" she resumed. "that an
inspiration would arouse"
The light burned dim and low.
Me from my slumbers.' She took
fresh sheet of writing paper. Now she
makes another paragraph mark. She
hesitates.
81 WONDER" she observes. '.if that
wasn't all inspiration" She makes
eighteen more paragraph marks on
eighteen more sheets Of paper.
II guess -"
The light burns dim and low.
at wasn't"
The poetess of passion goes back to
bed.
A soldier of this region lay weltering In the
pen,
Midst squadrons OF loose women and armies
of tight men:
Jack DAILY stood beside him as his jag ebbed
slow away.
And bent with plying glances to hear what
he might say.
The fallen warrior trembled as he took the
And he said. II fear I'll never hear again the
Thirds old band;
Take message TO the sergeant of the guard.
my worthy friend,
For I'm overdue at Smelling. at Smelling on
the bend"
TELL my comrades and companions, when
they meet and march around.
To hear the colonei's sentence on the green
clad drilling ground,
That fought the bottle bravely, and when
the day was done,
Full many schooner laid below, beneath
the setting sun;
But after night had fallen they mixed the ale
OH me.
And acquired as large load as ever you
did see;
Tell them now I'm In the BasIiie, and ask
them soon to send.
For I'm overdue at Smelling, at Smelling on
the bend
Warner Wienerwurst paused; the
fair-hIired girl slowly turned her facs
and breathed twice. as was proved by
the rise and fall Of the priceless filmy
lace on her bosom, which resembled in
1t fluctuations tha market on a day
when Partridge plunges on wheat.
"Warner Wienerwurst," she said,
and each word scared its way into the
soul of the man, II can never be your
wife. Do not press me for my reasons,
but go, and 20 at once. TO stay here
longer Is but madness. 1t can never
be-"
Then she bent her queenly head upon
her jeweled hands and sobbed on the
instaiiment plan. At this point the
cuckoo clock offered resolution that
the meeting do now adjourn. And the
young man. In voice husky with
emotion, replied:
Vera, before 60. for must accept
this answer. have but one request to
make. the last request, and YOU must
hear me or cannot go."
"Speak, Warner" said the weeping
girl. carefully choosing smooth spots
between subs on which to place her
voice. And out upon the stiffness of
that drawing room. SO adorned with
articles of bigotry and virtue, came the
mans reply:
kindly get off Of my lap"
~
1t was night in st. Paul. Further
mUre, it was the corner of Sixth and
Robert streets. Deserted at that hour
was the spot, save for the presence of
two distinguished nighthawk hack
drivers known as Jim the Kidder" and
"Swipes." Aud as the bleak summer
wind made the corner shrek and sob
like woman having her teeth fixed,
the earnest tones of the gents could be
heard in conversation as follows:
=: Jim-Gimme q chew. Swipes. Say,
dat bloke dat took to College avenue
was good ting. He gimme five-buck
sinner for half dollar; an wen was
lookin' at it under the lamp dat fy-bob,
MeGinty, comes up and cops out half,
or else he'd run me in.
Swipes-An' yer went against de crap
table with it, I'll bet buck?
Jim-Yep, an blowed 1t, too. Wen
was famed l tried ter give Carney de
stall dat run stiff in an blowed him;
an wat do l get, but he give me- de
marble heart. "Come around a week
after next fall" says he. IAN I'll give
yer cigarette"