St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-04-28

air of dignity and independence. The
balance of the time she smiles and
eats candy All drummers know her.
Every advance agent will recognize
her. She is Miss Bessie Hess, the Off
cial Stenographer of the Hotel Ryan.
Her bower is a snug little recess,
concealed behind the grand stairway,
and far from the noise and hustle
of the rotunda. She hides behind an
enormous counter. If patron APP
pears, she suddenly looms up above
the counter like one of those dis
embodied angels at a spiritualistic
seance Sitting behind this barrier,
she gazes upon the inside thereof,
which is screened by a marvellous
silk curtain embroidered by herself.
The designs upon the silk represent
impossible birds with one long leg and
a beak like conductors punch. 1t
is her firm conviction that these pref
fy creatures are orioles, and not even
the personal assurance Of a drum
mer from Baltimore can weaken her
ornithological faith. On a small ia
BILE before the curtain rests
HER PROFESSIONAL WEAPON,
a queer, little, half-grown typewrit-
er, which rings its bell in wild alarm
before it has misspelt half a dozen
words. 1t prints line about three
inches across the page. Miss Bessie
insists that she could not keep her
attention "riveted" upon a longer
line, and that the chrysalis type
writer is "all right
Back Of her Louis Quatorze chair,
and high above her head, so as to be
seen by every prospective customer,
Is another object which gives rise to
dignified professional pouts. 1t is
my card rack"-an affair of badly
mixed wire, to which several hundred
business cards cling with varying de-
grees of tenacity. All kinds of COM
mercial ventures are here represent
ed, and from every part of the North
American continent. There can be no
doubt that Miss Bessie has done a
great deal OF stenographic labor in
the past two years, for which she was
doubtless complimented in Canuck
English, nasal Nermontesque, Afro
Mississippean, thunderous Montanian
anu TIy IeAlcdU.
A short distance away hangs very
wide and very red ribbon attached to
some black straw; also some sec
lions of black fur hanging desperately
to each other. She refuses to state
the geometrical authority for ascrib-
ing seven right angles to the circle.
So quiet and retired is this temple of
Ben Pitman that the sunlight is afraid
to enter. and two = cloudy electric
lights envelop the entire corner in a
yellow glow. Sns
BY this abundant Illumination is ad-
mirably displayed-the glory of my of
flee said glory being a collection of
warks of art sufficiently unique to be
worthy of a catalogue. Some of the
works have been purchased. outright
by the present owner, while others were
contributed from the collections of
gentlemen travelling under the patron
age of commercial establishments
Romeo and Juliet are discovered en-
bracing fondly upon the blue balcony
Of a red house, and under the halo of
a pink moon. How one thrills on
reading below those immortal words,
"Give us one more, Julie,
BEFORE WE Skip"
Alongside is a sweet and sad coun-
tenance = a really handsome litho-
graph. 1t is by Murillo, and repre-
SCENTS ''Trilby, or Maggie Somebody; 1
don't really know Who Then, there
is a colored photograph of Cousin
Della which will be referred to
later on: Smaller studies represent a
somber youth catching fish off the edge
of a setting sun; forest maiden,
with French heels and corsets, lead
ing a COW into the front door of
rose-embowered cottage. Miss Bessie
believes that the cow is a fawn.
In such pleasing environment the
searcher will discover, on looking
beyond the counter, first, blonde
head bending over a book-"Jean In
gelow's Poems,'' or "Chimmy Fadden,"
or, possibly, The Dramatic News"
The blonde hair is very curly, parted
in the middle, and held in place by