St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-02-01
FROM MANY SOURCES.

And now it is claimed that our
ebony-hued friend e. P. Wade no
longer finds the corridors of our
prosaic state capitol to his liking
He has an idea of being appointed
minister t. Dahomi"
Dick O'Connor never made up his
mind to go after something without
succeeding ultimately and COM
apletely in getting it. He alysS:s S
looks twice before he leaps, hence
the statement that he is after the
United States marshalship gives
many politicians good grounds for
worry.
The people who malign Jim"
sCorbett are the people who do not
know him. Any one who spends an
hour in his society will find him a
square, honest, jolly, whole-souled
fellow. The honors and attentions
paid him in this and foreign coun-
tries have not ''swelled his head"
He is plain Jim" to his friends, and
is averse to posing in public. Out
side the ring he is an ordinary NOR
tai of good common sense, possessed
Of laudable ambition. 1t is no WON
der he has announced that his next
fight will be his last He has higher
ambitions, and best of all the in
telligence necessary to carry them
to successful realization. [ spent
several hours in his society and took
supper with him the other night.
l found him to be as much different
from the ideal prize-fghter as day
is from night. His actions at table
where ones breeding can best be
judged, were refined and easy. His
language was beyond reproach. I
could scarcely imagine the neat,
handsome, graceful fellow the cham
pion fighter of the world. When I
questioned him about his coming
battle with F'itzsimmons he was
very moderate in his reply and
merely expressed a natural conf
dence. Another good point about
him is that he doesn't care to do all
the talking. He likes to listen, and
he enjoys a good joke keeniy. One
of his best traits is his loyalty to
his friends. The acquaintance of
years ago find in him the same af-
fable and kindly Jim as he was
in the early days before prosperity
overlook him.
William Twombly got out Of bed
unusually early yesterday morning
to attend the funeral of q deceased
friend. The least he could do was to
sacrifice his morning nap and sit
through the services at the church.
So, arraying himself in his Sunday
garb, he proceeded to the church,
feeling duly sorrowful and gloomy
The edifice was we'll filled with
friends of the deceased, and Twom-
bly, modestly contented himself
with a back pew. He had not been
in church for years, and naturally
the SerViceS-Which are always i'm
pressive-were doubly so to him.
He thought of his old friend now
lying cold in death, and the tears
coursed slowly down his cheeks. He
really felt sorroWful. But he had
sufficient presence of mind left to
notice that none of his daily COM
panions were present And he
thought of it bitterly, wondering
why they could not sacrifice a little
sleep in order to pay their last re-
spects to their dead friend. He re-
solved to tell them what he thought
of them when next he saw them.
. The services over, Billy, with bowed
head, walked slowly from the church.
On the steps he met five Of his COM
panions. He regarded them scorn-
fully.
Its a good thing" he said indig-
nant1y.
Well" said one, inquiringly,
whats UP now?"
tits a good thing" he repeated.
"You couldn't even lose little sleep
to pay your last respects to our old
friend, could your"
"Are you in pain?" asked one of
the group.
And continued Billy, you come
here after the services are all over
and poor Blank is carried away"
whats the matter with your"
exclaimed one of the five. "Here
comes Blanks funeral down the
street."
Sure enough. Billy looked and
recognized the mourners. He had
sat through somebody elses funeral.