St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-03-17


around the corner and went off in the
opposite direction. I spent the even
ing with the dear little blonde, and
poured tales of love into her willing
ear by the yard. We were so inter
ested in what 1 was saying, and what
she was not saying, that time passed
us by without so much as a warning
nod
When I looked at my-the town
. clock, I saw it was
NEARLY IL O'CLOCK.
With fleet steps and much ex-
psnditure of breath 1 sailed off to-
wards the hall where the entertain
ment was givn.
9Horrors! The hall was dark. The
entertainment was over. It was then
nearly midnight, and the clerks lived
at the other end of the city.
What was l to do? A few minutes of
thought and then another resolve. I
resolved to bluff it out. 1 walked
hurriedly to the Office, entered and sat
down at my desk. 1 would write it
from the programme. 1 seized a block
of paper, sharpened my lead pencil
which was already sharp. seized a
block of paper and squared away to
| write a column of gush
My blood froze when I heard Old
| Higgins voice coming through the door
! Of his gloomy little apartment.
| How was the entertainment he
asked, with the emphasis on the was. -
| "Greatr' I replied briskly, 'It was
l-simply the best ever saw. There was
| a little six year old child whom 1 con-
sidered the feature of the evening.
| She recited poem and -
"All right" was the interrupting re-
| ply, "just write it up
1 squared away again, took a wild
| chasset at the copy paper and in a
| minute I had the first paragraph of the
| introduction written. AS 1 went along
| grew inspired. I became more in
| spired after slipping out in the COM
| posing room and quaffing a quaff or
| two from the growler which the devil
| had rushed. I sailed on and in through
| the intricacies of a violin solo and the
| andante and allegro of a. piano Sc
lection. I minutely described the high
| and low notes of the tenor and delved
| deeply into the depths of the basso' S
| lowest key. I spoke of the lady ac-
companiSt as an artist of unusual
| merit and blew the coronet soloist
| clear out through the window and on
| up into the skies. 1 featured the man
| who sang How Paddy Stole the
| Rope" for I remembered that the pa
| per had a large Irish constituency.
| And then came a little girl who re-
| cited. I described her as delicate
| bit of humanity whose childish treble
touched the hearts of her hearers; a
LITTLE HUMAN FLOWER
just beginning to blossom into maid
and who was so diminutive that it
seemed incredible her mind could hold
the pathos and wisdom that rolled
from her lips"
I simply swelled her out of sight and
concluding the story with a patriotic
allusion to the finishing song, handed
it in to Old Higgins. He became in
terested in the story and read it through
without an alteration. 1 watched him
as he read it and would have bursted
blood vessel if his old blue pencil
had Travelled through a single para
graph.
was young in the business then and
couldn't stand the murderous and
..frisky blue pencil
tits the best story you ever wrote"
said Old Higgins in his mild way, and
putting a display head on it, he stuck
it in the pipe and it was whirled away
to the copy cutter in a volume of wind.
I waited for the paper and read my
story in print that morning. 1 was
proud of it, and two hours elapsed be-
fore I could sleep.
was awakened by touch on my
SHOULDER, and opening my eyes saw
my mother standing at the bedside.
''Well,'' inquired, sis it noon?''
,uNo," she answered, 'its only 9
O'Clock, but Mr.. Higgins is in the par
Tlsf and wishes to see you. Witt, what
have you been doing, fghting?'
Mother always feared had been in a
row of some sort every time anybody
came to see me.
h"eOh no. answered lightly, spring
ing out of bed, there must be some
thing going on down town."
I had a dim notion that something
had already gone on down town. Half
dressed 1 went inS the parlor, and
with many misgivings sank into a
chair.
what is it, Mr. Higgins?" I asked
| family.
- guess he said in his quiet way,
| "that you had better finish dressing"
1 was sick at heart as I returned
| to my room and donned the rest of my
| wardrobe. Returning fully dressed,
again inquired:
| whats up, Mr.. Higgins?'' knew he
| wouldn't wake me at o'clock in the
| morning unless
SOMETHING SERIOUS
| was the matter.
do Won know that clerks, enter.