St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-10-03
PRIMARY AFTERMATH.
W. II. Lightncrs Interest in st.
Paul COaChmen.

Paul Coachmen.
"Mr. Moriarity." said w. Ii. Light
ner to his coachman the other night.
1.-The night is quite cold; would you
mind coming in and cracking a small
bottle with me?'
go you if l lose, Bill" was the
hearty reply. but. say" and he
looked doubtfully toward the unhitched
team; who's goin' ter undress de
skates?"
Never mind that, Mr.. Moriarity,"
said w. H.. politely. "Pll attend to
that. Will you accompany me to the
drawing room?"
"Wid pleasure. Bill: wild pleasure"
said Mory. with wicked smile.
w. Ii. led the way gracefully toward
the library. and handed Mory to a
cushioned chair. Mory put his feet up
OH the marble-top table and spit tobacco
juice GU the moquet carpette Mr.. Light
ner smiled pleasantly, and said:
''What great man you are. Mr.. Mo-
Rarity. to be sure. You are so funny
that cannot help being amused"
"Wal, Pll tell we, Bill" was the con-
fidentiai reply. ''since [ got in politics
me ways has changed. an Pm a-getting
TO be more sassieIy man; see!'
''Of course, of COURSE" laughed Willy
pleasantly, handing Mory box of fresh
Havanas. $50 you have organized a
coachman's club. have yOu?"
"Wal shud say we he'd"
"Well, do you know, MIR. Moriarity,
always admired coachmau. They are
such brave, manly class of men. Trey
always look so brave and handsome
sitting on the box that have often felt
longing to sit there myself"
That's where you ought to be, Bill"
was the half unconscious reply.
whats thal?' sharply, then apollo
getically, '.Of course. of course; one of
your many funnyisms, Mr.. Moriarity.
You are so funny: so amusing. But
will you kindly excuse me a moment
while put the team away?"
Cert. Billy. cert" said MOry. empty
ing another glass of Mumm's, IAN be
DANCED keertul ter shet th' door tight.
Last night " lief de dure open. an
draft blowed troO and Civ de Off skate
cold in de nut. Do be keecful, Billy, do
be keerful."
"Certainly,, Mr.. Moriarity. 1'll be
pleased to follow your instructions. l
always did say you were careful
man."
Willy went out, and while he was gone
Mory emptied the bottle aud rang the
bell fol- another. The maid was very
polite, for she was on 10 her job and
knew Willy was candidate. Mory got
tired of the marble top table and put
his feet on the antique Moorish clock
while be merrily spit tobacco juice on
one of Bonheur's paintings, remarking
as he did so that he never seen skate
wild belly OIL him like dat"
A. 81;
return. II understand you are president
of the Coachman's club. Now. you ard
always got along we'll together and
never had any words"
"Wal, doan know, Billy, you got q
little gay de night l was late to de
Opry."
81 regret it, MIR. Moriarity, and hum
bly, beg your pardon. l was not aware
at the time what gentleman you We're.
now know that you came from an
excellent family, and l regret my
hasty words. l humbly beg your par
don. You will grant it, will you not?"
wal, dis time. vas; but de mex time,
nav. 1t don't do ter git too On fresh,
Billy. an doan like it; see?''
Certainly not, Mr.. horiarity," was
the hasty answer. but promise you /
will not do 1t again. am no repeater.
especially during campaign"
Nov. Mr.. Moriarity, dear Mr.. Mo-
rarity" continued Willie. earnestly,
'yOu know perhaps that am candi-
date for the legislature, and l need the
support Of your club. Do you suppose
you can get the club to indorse me?''
II doan know. Bill. doan know"
doubtfully. "l'll hev = see Squiggans.
Squiggans hez wurkin' up to Crawf's
now. am"
"Crawf, who is Crawl ?" was the
query.
What, doan you know Crawl Livin-
stun; sales alive. Bill. you're gittin'
wuss and wuss. Hev little sense"
IA mistake of the mind is no fault OF
the face. Mr.. Moriarity." said Willy,
absent.mindedly, and for an instant
MOry looked at him in surprised man.
ner. then again decorated the oil paint.
ing with extract Of navy plug.
"I'll tell yeh. Billy" said Mory final
~. "Squiggans, who wuks fer Crawl,
IS de main high pipe of de outfit. Now,
il kin Kit Squig and Goggins who
Wuks fer xii, ter help me, mebbee VIZ