St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-03-25

bloomin' orchid or something like that, We
know, to give it swagger en- Sanders? You
take me, eh, Sanders?"
How'd lily do, sir? Very nice lilies just
now, sir Easter lilies, very fne quite the
thing" said the florist.
The perfectly proper young man debated
with himself.
Good, he said, at last, rubbing his blue
chin with an air of satisfaction, "that'n do.
>urity, eh, Sanders? .---e~1---,---
am purer than lily
And-I'm shoy.
Oh I'm such little silly
Ii you wink at me I'll rilly
: Get so frightened that will have TO run
away.
Eth, Sanders? Send 'em up, Sanders. Friv-
olity-fusic Hall, 10 o'clock, sharp, Sanders,
Miss Tottie Kickham-got the name right,
Sanders? Ten sharp
The perfectly proper young man strolled
out into Broadway and toddled slowly up
the street. 1t was Saturday afternoon, the
Saturday before Easter. The theatres were
just out and the sidewalks were crowded
with matinee" girls The perfectly proper
them an opportunity to take him all in, from
the pointed boots to the shining hat AS his
walk began near Twenty-third street, few
moments found him opposite Delmonico's
Broadway window. A shockingly fat, horsey,
little man, with leering eye, beckoned him
through the window. He went in.
'Hullo, Ned r. said the horsey little man.
'Hullo, Jimmie, how'd do?' said the other
"New?" Jimmie asked.
''Nothing," said Ned.
''B and So Jimmie asked, after pause.
Don't mind the perfectly proper young
man answered, YEARLY, 'no rilly, don't
mind. Dull, d We know, denim dull. Feel
about three brandies below par to-day ell,
Jimmie? Don't mind if I do.''
Flows the Kickham?' Jimmie remarked
when the brandy and soda had been brought.
Blooming" said Ned, animated by the
brandy and the thought of the Hickman, my
boy she's a right blooming Sirius
SERIOUS? Come now,' chuckled the little
fat man, chats not bad
Going up tonight, We know" said Ned,
regular thing, little supper-bird and snap
per, bottle er two, regular corker.'
Regular uncorker,'' suggested Jimmie,
"come now, that's not bad.'''
"Must be getting up Ned went on, finish
ing his brandy and paying no attention to the
others mild quips, 'sent her blazin fine lot
of violets-
I'm modest as vi'let, eh Jimmie?
I'm that shoy
of you wink at me L giggle, ell Jimme?-
Sent lily, correct thing, Easter, y know. Bye
Bye" returned Jimmie.
Ned continued his walk. Broadway was
less crowded, but the noise of the cable cars
the jostling of clerks and shop girls coming
from work disturbed him. He crossed to
Fifth Avenue. where there is always certain
amount of decorum. The sunlight falling
aslant, fiattered the palatial barracks that line
the avenue and REDEEMED the dingy cobble-
stones of the street. 1t was getting on for
dinner-time and Ned went home to dress.
BY the time he had got into evening livery of
black and white and had dined it had gone
nine O'Clock. He hailed passing hanson
cab.
''Friv'' he ordered.
This is a short hand we'll ''understanded of
the people,, who dwell in the part of New
York where the lights shine o. nights The
cab man gave his horse a cut of the whip and
the hanson whirled away to the Frvolty
Music Hall. AS everyone knows this was
built for Grand Opera with capital letters
But there was more money in the Japanese
juggler who spins plates on his nose, the
'1ady contortionist'' and the slangy girl from
London, so high art and the capital letters
vanished. Nowit is a jolly place where young
men sprawl in the boxes drinking champagne,
while other young men sprawlin the orchestra
chairs drinking beer out of stone mugs
Blue clouds of smoke, from cigars and cigar
cites, swing and eddy in the hot, light air.
Behind the shining row of footlights, femini-
nifty in tights of all colors, comforts itself in
dances and acrobatic feats, stage Irishmen
crack jokes; clowns tumble and posture;
snappy girls from Paris sing; roaring girls
from London slang the musicians.
Ned went through the stage door, with
friendly nod to the keeper. He made his way
TO Miss Tottie Kichhams dressing room.