The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-09-27

drawing had. come off the Saturday
evening previous and that the wheel
had not yet been claimed.
"Oh, of course, I have no interest in
1t myself" replied the deacon to the
newsdealer. 81 never patronize such
things. It's very wrong. I only asked
out of curiosity
But If I am not mistaken I gave
you ticket Saturday afternoon" COM
mented the dealer in periodicals.
Did you really. Let's see, let's see.
Funny I should have taken it. I can
not understand what I was thinking
about. So you did, sir, here it is now.
I do not want any White Caulihower
cigars. I do not smoke. Here is the
ticket
Great Heavens deacon, 1913 is the
winning number. You draw the wheel.
Well this beats fiction" suddenly
wicked smile on his cruel face. We'll,
well, wouldn't this come and get you.
/ am surprised at you, sir
What did deakey do. He sat him
with a dull and sickening sit and
looked as If the hope of heaven had
departed Precipitation stood out upon
his brow whence the waves of hair
had long since receded, leaving bare
strip of shore line. He glanced from
to the Indian cigar sign and then muir
INJURED hopelessly:
"Can 1 have came to this?
The business-like dealer in the mean
time had rolled the wheel to the feet
Of the penitent deacon, and as the lat
ter's eyes fell upon the glistening
machine, his face softened. Thomas
Jay Hudson says that if you look fixed
ly at an object for a certain length of
time, you will produce selfhypnosis.
The deacon gaZed. The lines of his
face became smooth like the creases in
an unlaundered shirt under a fat iron.
He was hypnotiZed.
Mine, all mine. Ha ha, we drew
lots and I trun i'm down. Who would
have thunk it. / will give him the
gee
Note-Hudson also says in his works
on the Laws of Psychic Phenomena
that persons under the influence OF
hypnotism frequently repeat words and
sentences unfamiliar to them in a nor
NAL condition. This let's the deacon
down easy.
Suddenly his eyes dilated, and spring
ing to his feet he exclaimed, like Rip
Van Wrinkle: I'VE. will not count this
one" Then the deacon and the wheel
vanished.
THE WHEEL AND ITS RESULTS.
Sixth street, after 1t disentangles it
self from Seventh street back of the
Market house presents beautiful spot
for beginners after dark. One night
early last week the folks over that way
bebeld a strange sight. 1t was that of
man and bicycle. 1t was not the
bicycle which attracted attention, but
the man who tried to steer it. The
pavement originally was as smooth as
floor but after the deacon passed,
there were plenty of holes in it. On
his head was the same old black silk
hat of the vintage of 81. The scorchers
who passed him asked where he raised
the bonnet. His false teeth danced
quickstep and the rattle suggested the
seLulchre. Astraddle of his nose was
a pair of spectacles onto which the
lights flashed with CHASTITY vividness.
The gaunt frame bent over the handle
bars. Take it all in all, the picture was
strangely like that Of Father Time
che sing a victim on wheel. At the
corner Of Smith avenue, a group of
small boys were standing in the shadow
OF a great tree. One of the kids spied
the strange figure approaching on the
silent steed.
"Git on to de guy in de fiowin' robes
an tall bonnet" yelled one. Hi there,
your wheels goin' round"
But the deacon sped on. He did not
dare turn around; he did not know
how. Before him rose the hill, but he
could not stop. His breath was coming
now in agonized gasps. For all he knew
he might have. to ride for ever unless
some one helped him stop. Up the hill
he started Half way up an express
wagon whisked around and started
down. The deacon saw 1t too late.
He prepared to die. The tricky wheel
picked out the center of the wagon as
soft spot and headed for It, The dea-
con shut his eyes and let go. Biff,
bump. Silence. Then the sound of a
receding express wagon came up the
hill. Sprawling around on all tours was
the deacon With difficulty he recover
ed his false teeth Painfully he picked
up his glasses and reached for the an
Gent bonnet He paid no attention TO
the wheel. He did not want to look at
1t. 1t had been his undoing. Then a
tender-hearted maiden stepped to the
curb and said sweetly:
Did you fall sir?"
Yes, On it, I fell, morally and physi-
caHy."