The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-11-19
Stories From the COn6dU OF Lie.
On the Street and in the Office by Fire
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IT think, my son. remarked Mr..
Skidder, that we would better indulge
in walk. Mrs. Skidder is not in good
form, this afternoon and inclined to be
slightly feverish. > Let us HE ourselves
away to the river bank, and there l.
some retired sylvan shade will convers
with you on topics which will be of mo-
mentous interest when you have arrived
at mans estate" -t
So Mr.. Skidder and his little son, Cor
nelius, abandoned the house and left Mrs
Skidder to flood with her eIoquence the
tympanum of the hired girl.
'At least it will be a short surcease
for me-" muttered Mr.. Skidder, q short
surcease from internecine STRIFE
When they arrived at the river Httla
Cornelius demanded a story
Very well, my son; what particular
subject would you like to hear treated %
Money" promptly replied the youth
Oh, yes; money, money, money The
Alpha and Omega of modern exis .enca.
Well, my son, will tell you a story of
Very Hard Cash which is a lulu. One
upon time tall, dark man with a
long black mustache walked into a low
doggery of saloon, carrying a sma
hand satchel. There were in the saloon,
or rather dive, at the7time several dark
proved, repulsive looking thugs, and they
eyed the newcomer suspiciously out of
their evil orbs. The man with the satchel
walked up to the barkeeper and said:
l have in Pis handbag the sum Of
ten thousand dollars, and l desire to leave
it with you until L call for it, which will
be In a few days. have no confidence
in banks
The harkeeper exhibited consider Bile
surprise, and some agitation But he
promptly took possession of the satchel
and tried to look pleasant.
You win take good. care of 1t until
1 come back?' said the man.
Sure replied the barkeeper, clinging
to the So hel with a sort of death grip.
Don't " worry about it a little bit
You are wise in not taking the money
to bank. Won't you take something p
No. thanks, neverradrink You
take good care of the money, and on nv
return l will be back again Good day,
sir :, q - ~ .....,.
he stranger departed land. the three
suspicious looking men crowded around
the barkeeper and demanded the satchef
But the resolutees barlkeepet would not
have 1t that way, and stood them off. for
spell. But the men becoming more
strenuous 'ine their demands, the bar
keeper was. compelled ito shoot a couple
OF them, while subsequently inf1ictiny
mortal injuries upon the third party with
a big stab knife. Then all was quiet
and the victorious ibarkeeper proceed ID to
open the satchel for the purpose of Sc
curing the $4,000 and taking the stea mer
for Liverpool the,next1mornfng. But while
he was monkeying, with the lock there
was terrible explosion. The entire
building was wrecked The barkeeper
was blown into fragments and the various
liquors, beers, cordials and bitters min
gled their foods and streamed out acI os }
the sidewalk in one grand mosaic cock
tail. The innocent locking little satchel
was, in reality, an internal machine of
the deadiest description Half block
up the street, al thea corner, stood the
tall, dark visaged- man, with the long
black mustache, and he laughed sardon-
ically. He was; a rosy handed anarchist-
and was out for blood Policemen and
patrol wagons hurried past him, but he
never WINGED. He we'll knew that al!
evidence against him had been wiped out
by the explosion, 50 he continued serene.
My son, the moral of this little story
is this: Beware of the lust for wealth,
Love of money is the root of all evil
l have no patienceE.awith men of vast
wealth. The bloated capitalist, who
boards up money is not benefactor Of
his race. Capital is for disbursement and
distribution among, the people Look at
the example set by Sir Thomas Upton.
He is man of means. but very far from
being a mean man. DnI3e makes dead
coolies of money, but he spends it law
ishly in trying TO lift cup that has al
ready become naturaliZed American cit
iZen and dislikes ocean voyages Too
much money conceptrated in one mans
hands is curse. Once in my life
wanted the price of a square meal But
that is too little money.
Now, the dishonest barkeeper was in
no such straits as that. He was not
starving. He could have fallen back on
the free lunch whichuwas literally dis
played in the safoon But he was ava
ricious and committed crime in order
to gain a competence. My son, let this
story be a solemn warming to you never
to commit a dishonest act. l have lately
noticed a growing tendency in you to
bone me for dimes, quarters and half
dollars at most iHopportune moments
This is n most -reprehensible. practice,
and | would like to have you quit It,
When you really have to have a little
money go to your mother. My son, we
will now return TO the house in the faint
hope that Mrs. Skidder has. exhausted
her voca bulary-'
Mr. Job Truax paid, his regular quar-
terly visit to ST. Pauf last week. To en-
ploy curbstone technicality Mr.. Truax
believes that he is a pretty wise guy.
He keeps in touch with the proprietor of
certain hotel, and here he invariably
spends his weeks oating1or wouldn't it
be inning while In thee-city. For Mr.
Truax Is in the pastoral line down Da-
kota county way. quite a prominent far
Eaer, in fact. But when in the city he