St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-06-17

ton expands its limits, it begins to
trench OIL those portions which were
the residences of the men with business
down town. The Weather. who can. move
to remoter portions and build their
homes anew, larger and handsomer,
pretentlOus as their means allow, and
the old homes, with all their assocla-
tions of births and deaths, of growing
children. of happy wooings and mar
riages. are turned over to the agent and
rented to those who cannot yet afford
nome. The more capaciOuS mansion,
too large for the ordinary family, passes
into the occupation of the landlady who
converts 1t into more or less fashiOna-
bic boarding house. Thus there comes
into existence between the growing
business section and the newer residence
districts margin. here wide, there mar
row, of old-time homes, with their signs
of day board. board and rooms and fur
niShed rooms, telling sad story of a
present struggle for livelihood min.
eled with memories of homes made
cheerful by prosperity and happy with
FAMILY love. l can appreciate the senti-
ment that rebelled against turning over
the home in which long years of mar
ried life had been spent, where children
were born and grew and romped. where
death had come to halow rooms with
tender memories, where every room
was rich with cherished associations
turning all this over to strangers indif-
ferent to the events that made the home
CQCra6 ,lano yuhan social
tons and increased aff1uence and re-
moval of neighbors compelled the
abandonment of the home for new
one, and which prompted the owner to
tear down the old house and leave its
site vacant rather than have its associ-
ations profaned by the stranger.
nope that there are few of the read
ers of the GLOBE, who feel obliged,
from sense of duty or otherwise, to
wade through the speeches of grave
senators which for some months now
have boon numbering the pages of that
remarkable daily journal published by
our Uncle Samuel for the edification of
the gentlemen who spend their time in
talking, ostensibly to each other. but
really to the newspapers and their dis
tant and Indifferent constituents. Page
after page. ten, twenty, fifty. hundred
of them. are filled with long disserta-
tons on the multitudinous phases Of
EMMY from written pages. while those
nominaily addressed sit about with I'M
listening ears. talking. reading, writing,
OIL passing out to the adjoining rooms to
smoke and gossip while the speaker
drones along through his set speech.
They do not expect to change the opinion
OF any one in OF out the senate any more
than they expect their own judgment to
be moved by the same kind of dull,
prosy speeches of the senators on the
other side. No possible good is done by
the speech; nothing new is contributed
to the thought OF the topic. and about
all that is accomplished is the making
of record sure to rise up liz the future
to plague the speaker when. i'll the ter
giversatlons of policies and parties, the
speaker is obliged to support a different
and antagonistic policy. But as l plod
along through these windy orations and
see in my imagination the unhearing
senators sitting under the infliction of
the speech with what grace they can. it
brings to my mind, by that operation of
our memories which is always calling
up similarities,a scene l once witnessed
in the insane asylum at Rochester.
where three poor crazy women sat on a
window ledge of one of the wards, each
talking at top of voice at the others,
and with seriousness and earnestness
visible in the tense muscles of the face
nd the eager look of the eyes, neither
hearing nor caring what the Others
were saying, out each talking away as
il each were under compulsion to fill
hundred pages of a Congressional Rec
ord with arguments showing the bea uty,
the benefcence and the glory of pro-
tective tariff. P. J. S.