The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-07-14
Epistles TO St. Paul.

One-eyed Connolly sat on the fence in front
OF the court house. He held end of
string In his hand. At the other end of the
string was dog-a woebegone beast with
hopeless look. He seemed to feel that he
was the dog of a philosopher and that the
world didn't hold much joy for him. 1t was
Sunday evening; there were not many people
about and Mr.. Connolly was holding COM
munion with the dog. The dog seemed to
know what Mr.. Connolly was saying, for he
just looked at his master and took
even more miserable appearance-for the
moralizing of Mr. Connolly was in pessi-
mistic vein. The passers-by stopped to look
at the queer pair One man stopped and
tried to listen. Connolly looked up:
Hello, neighbour said Mr. Connolly 'I
was just saying to the brute that he haint
much of dorg but, blow me, e knows more
than you an me, don't yer old chap"
The dog looked at the stranger and deliber-
ately howed.
Some queer things happen at the examina-
ton of persons for lunacy in the probate
court-oftener queer than pathetic. num-
Der of lawyers were sitting about the court
room discussing odd phases of perverted men
tality when one of them, whose name Is not
given because he still goes to Saltwater and
of rather odd happening:
'There was a Of considerable prom
inence over at Saltwater, a lawyer, who some
years ago brought off the queerest case Of
lunacy that ever heard Of He was clever
man, but he used to get a bat once in
WHILE and he never got sober until he was
crazy and broken down physically. His wife
had him arrested several times, and tried
for his sanity, but he was foxy enough to
beat that, and there was no chance Of show
ing that he was unsound. Well, after one
OF these sprees it occurred to him that he
must really be off his head and he concud-
ed he ought to be put away. He put his af-
fairs in shape and when he all ready he
filed information against himself for sanity.
He was taken into court, examined,
showed the doctors in what his mental weak
ness consisted, proved to their satisfaction
and that Of the court that he really was
crazy had himself committed, went off and
took the train and gave himself up at Roch-
ester with his own commitment papers and
stayed there six or seven months. He has
been right enough ever since he came back.
This is no dream, but a fact, and, since the
man is doing SO WELL I don't know that he
would object to the use Of his name, but 1
shant give it." Several of the ether men
present remembered the fact and there is
really no doubt about it.
j. B. Shaw Jr. is the ideal press agent. He
has the handshaking privileges in this part
OF the country for the Omaha exhibition, and
he has to meet great many people, to get
interested in themselves, their business af-
fairs and their families, to tell them about
the fair and then to forget them as soon as
possible He is type of the best of his class
on the 'joily.' Newspaper men, as general
thing are used to the handshaking of the
press agent, and know that it isn't supposed
to go, but Mr.. Shaw was a revelation to
one of them in this town the other day.
Shaw had met the newspaper man long
ago. and when he came to St. Paul last
week he could not resist the opportunity to
CALI on his cd friend his old college pail,
the newspaper man, who remembered Mr.
Shaw not at all, but who felt that he must
stand for the 'joliy." Mr.. Shaw talked
most affably for half an hour, and they
talked about mutual friends Before he left
Mr. Shaw had pulled little story of half
column or SO, that he happened to have with
MIN, out OF his pocket and the newspaper
man promised that 1t should go. Shaw
thanked him, was tickled to death to have
met him again, wanted to be sure that his
Old pal wouldn't have something and then
went. He had not proposed that they swear
an eternal friendship, but very near IT,
Two days later, just forty-eight hours
ioICip liiS newspaper udu was standing
the platform waiting for a train to White
Bear. Mr.. Shaw got off train, and also
waited for another train. Presently the
newspaper man found himself in front of
Shaw and said "Hello!' Shaw looked at
him. stuck out his hand and said: "Howdy'
old fellow How's things?" They dropped
into conversation they waited for the
train. After ten minutes talk Shaw turned to
the newspaper man and said:
Let see. 1 met you at Minneapolis didn't
-"
Eyes, at the hotel" said the newsnaner
man.
"oh. yes, that's so, at the hotel" said the
other
They talked minute or two longer. and
Mr.. Shaw sent out another range finder.
How is business in your line these days?,
he oueried:
Keeps me pretty busy" was the replv.
always doing a little" Presently thew
separated Just as the train was pulling out
Shaw dashed up and showed out his hand.
"Say, old man." he said, "I'u be hanged n
1 could place you
And that was the man who was his old
college pal two days before Things are sell
dom what they seem-sometimes When it is
the press agent that is in sight, things are
never what they seem.