The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-03-24
GLINTS OF ST. PAUL LIFE.

blsuop Nhlpple goes abroad to tell some or
his best stories. it seems. Here is that
has found its way over from England, and II
is quite certain that It never was told IN this
country, in spite of the fact that there are
not many scrap books in the United States
that do not contain some of the good bishops S
stories.
Il was, on particular occasion, In the
tepee of a Chippewa Indian who was very
good friend Of mine, and whose guest l was -
said the bishop. Il had lot of things with
me- Tor l was on rather long tour of sta
tionS in Northern Minnesota There were
some things scattered about the wigwam that
were very necessary to me, and | feared that
possibly they might be distracted by some
Of my red friends visitors. l said to my
host DO you think that those things of mine
are quite safe lying about this way?'"
'oh, yes. he replied. There isn't a white
man within 100 miles of u.s."
The late Judge Brisbin was travelling one
winter in the sixties in the Minnesota valley,
and had put up one night at country stop
ping place where h met traveller who talked
great deal about himself, and the prominence
he had attained In state politics. He wanted
to impress Brisbn with the idea that he was
something of politician, and Brisbin, who
knew every politician worth knowing in the
state did not recognize him. After the fel-
low had exploited himself, and told of the
remarkable things he had done, and it drew
on TO bedtime. Brisbin began to wonder who
this fellow was that he had never seen be-
fore. As they parted the judge asked him his
name. John B. Brisbin, of st. Paul. was
the rather astonishing reply.
That's funny said Brisbin, 80 am l."
There is telegram pasted up in the office
Of the clerk of the district court that is cal
culated TO destroy the dream OF love and
things that a. B. Lund, of Dawson, Mimi,
has evidently been indulging In. But it is
about as impotent a menace as ever threat
ened swain. 1t is from A. B. Lund Sr., of
Dawson, and reads:
DO not issue marriage license to A. B.
and Betsey Lund; they are cousins"
1t came In Tuesday morning. But there is
not the least harm in 1t, and If that is all
that prevents A B. Lund Jr. from going in
for the bliss that his father evidently be-
leyes he is contemplating, then he might as
well apply for and get the license.
Deputy Clerk Sundberg is just aching with
sympathy for Mr.. Lund and Betsey, for he
has looked up the law and finds that there is
nothing to prevent cousins from marrying
The statute says that a license shall not be
given to parties related more closely than
first cousins. The inhibition does not apply
TO first cousins.
The drug store was not more than one
mile from Selby and Western. Jack stood
with folded arms leaning against the soda
water fountain. and looking abstractedly In
the direction of the Klondike. The door
opened and she came ina charming creature
with red cheeks, pair of bright eyes and
a black boa about her handsome throat.
Some soda and castor OIL" said she, OPEN
ing her purse and fishing for a coin.
Alaska and It's ship loads of golden mug
gets were still uppermost in his mind as he
turned mechanically, and, reaching for
bottle on an upper shelf, allowed a liberal
quantity of It's contents to treacle into the
glass. Turning the cork of the soda-water
fountain be put a beautiful bead upon the
mixture and handed 1t to her with one Of
his best smiles.
She supped it slowly very slowly, as 1t
subsequently occurred to the clerk. His
thoughts meanwhile wandered to the North
west and he was again gazing abstracted.y
out of the window in the manner affected by
druggists clerks waiting to make change
Now will you give me the castor OIL
please?" restored him to consciousness, and
he leaned hurriedly up against the counter
as if his legs had suddenly lest strength and
stared. But only for an instant"
All, yes, excuse me please. You've just
had-I-er-that is to say certainly"
He reached for the bottle again-furtively
this time-and filled a vial. She gathered up
her change and smiled herself into the other
world.
what's the matter, Mr.. Hays, that you
should want two days vacation SO sudden
ly?' inquired the doctor two hours later
"Oh, nothing much. I'll be back Satur-
day. Meanwhile, if you see a charming
creature with red cheeks bright eyes and a
black boa come in, accompanied by a man
who might be her big brother or her father
or any old thing in the family line and they
make any inquiries about your favor.te clerk.
won't you Please say I've gone to the Klon-
dixie for good?'
The late Frank Lee was very much In
demand as public entertainer and there are
few people in this part of the state who have
not laughed at his clever stories and recita-
tions. Frank used to tell of one time though
that he got frost.
About five years ago Lee and J. S. Vandiver
went up to Saltwater to entertain the ma
tiVes and bring away what money there was
IN the place. Van got up the scheme.
He was going to make funny talk on poll
tics and Lee was to tell a story or two to
Keep the natives from assassnating the lee
turer and taking their money back
The affair fixed up hurriedly and the
adventures overlooked the fact that there
was local entertainment In town that night
that had attracted a good deal of advance
notice. So they marched down to the hall
with W. z. Cowles, now editor of the St.
Peter Journal, who had done their press wo k
and who was going to sell tickets for them.
and they waited for the mob to come along
and clamor for tickets.
Somehow the mob forgot to clamor Not n
soul turned up and the man who owned the
hall was sitting around telling them what a
house they would have had If they had only
come the week before Lee started whistline