St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-07-21
New York Tribune.

Those who blame their failures
TO Providence or fate, or whatever
they may choose to call their Great
or those individuals, sir, are idlers
or towards"
The speaker was one OF group OF
men lounging on the deck of the
Great Northwest, which few hours
earlier had commenced her slow up
ward progress against the mighty
current of the Yellowstone. That
he did not belong to either of the
classes he condemned was written
in the mingled resolution and COM
piacency Of his Sun-burned viSage,
while his right to teach as one
having authority" was established
among his hearers by their knowl-
edge that he was a prosperous
ranchman of -- county, Montana,
returning from an Eastern visit.
Therefore. the most of them, who
were beginners on the path along
he had journeyed successfully, be-
slowed upon his rather arbitrary
assertions attentive silence that Of
ferod hattery's subtlest incense to
conversation, and STORY telling" to
any form of speech. 1t was Il pref
ercnco he had acquired during many
u night watch beside camp fires,
when, like a masculine Schehere-
zade, he had told his stories under
the conviction that ultimate safety
depended upon his power TO amuse
his companions until the stress of
suspense which tried their nerves
had passed.
I'VE all get our chances" he re-
sumed, after puff or two at his
pipe and Il pleased glance around
the Gbservant circle. ut is our fault,
not the Lords, if we don't keep hold
of them. That is n truth, young
sters, as solid as these everlasting
bluffs'-with a wave of his hand
toward the lofty walls of green which
shut in the Yellowstone from the
PRAIRIE WORLD BEYOND.
Chances that may look as full of
sting as a chestnut burr, but that
hold sweet kernels of success for
the man who has the pluck and the
cleverness to grasp them! And I'll
tell you a story with that text, If
you like-a story which shall be new,
though the text is Il chestnut"
There was an acquiescent laugh,
n drawing nearer of camp stools,
and the ranChman continued:
1T happened some years since, be-
fore the Northern Pacific road had
crossed the Rockies. The terminus
that season was Zenith City. and
the class of travel which demands
luxury didn't come beyond Bismarck,
where the company economically
shunted the Pullmans before rush
ing away from civilization. So the
train which started from Zenith City
one November morning was made
up, as usual, of n passenger car, n
box car and the locomotive, while
its quito unusual number of travel
ers was composed entirely of
party of twenty cowboys. They had
just been paid off for their sum-
mcr's work. and had begun their
holiday on the previous evening with
an all-niGht spree. But amusement
in a prairie town was not varied
enough for them. They meant to
so East for such a length of time
as their cash would endure; and,
though II was burning in their pock-
cts to get spent. they were resolved
not to waste any of IL in railway
tickets resolve of which they in
formed the conductor when he came
to them about half an hour out of
Zenith City.
He was n young fellow. as were
the cowboys Everything was young
in Montana in those days, except the
sky and the prairie. which are eter-
nal, or seem to be. This chap. Lloyd,
however. was slim-built. with a color
that changed like a eirl's-threat-
ened with consumption then, though
he has got the better OF that as of
other disadvantages-an very queer
he looked among the big, brown,
brawny roughs. who left their card
playing TO swarm into the aisle, or
lean over the seats nearest those Of
their comrades who had answered
to his request for tickets
THAT THEY HAD NONE.
"'The company will take money
For fares also. Lloyd said, without
CHANGING ut the gathering crowd.
when the company can get it,
somebody chuclIled.
Invariably Lloyd asserted; or
the passenger who refuses to pay
is put off the train
You don't say? Suppose you
try Here are Tim and me to begin
with! And the whole carful after
us. for not one cent OF our earnings
is going into the money bags of
your -- swindling company!
That's sol
"'You beti'
mot Il chip!
Lloyd listened to these EXPIRES
they came to an end. Then he was
considerably paler. but his eyes had
grown upcommouly bright.
"'You will hurt me much more
than the company he said, when
he could get a hearing. I shall lose
my place If l don't collect your
fares
That Is your lookout
We amt going to tell your loss,
II YOU keep quiet
"Lloyd's shining eyes turned from
one 70 another of the twenty tall
fellows lounging around him, SO sure
Of the triumph they held that they
were in no hurry to finish the game.
There is. a greed for tormenting
animals which disfiEures most hui
man nature from Spanish bull bait
Crs 70 those rat fighters down East.
We arc not without u touch of il
here in Montana. And that the
tormcntcd animal belongs to our
own kind adds Il keener relish to the
fun. where the party doing the tor
mCutinG has swallowed as much bad
whisky as the cowboys had that
morning. So those bright eyes of
Iloyd's didn't meet any more en-
rD,,Isa s,ar,IDt than ala ISoihN,,