Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-17

term. 'the honorable gentleman" and the
incident closed
The Wit of the House.
THAT man walking away now is the Wit
of the house. said my friend. He's Irish.
of course. Unfortunately he's with the
government now poor chap. He's as droop-
ing and morose as a nightingale with the
Group. All, you should see him on the
left, when he's 'agin the governm ant'-his
righteous wrath over the doings of the con-
servatNes is magnificent to behold
But tell me, Mac" said l. why did the
honorable gentleman on the left call the
honorable gentleman on the right the Rev
erend MIR. Blank?"
"Oh, he's reformed PRESBYTERIAN preach
er. But you can't blame him. Ii had a
Httie flock away out on the Pacific coast,
ahu TINS opportunity came; he was cumpc-
tent, and knew it, so he stood for parlia-
meht lthey rur over the border and was
elected Now he comes over here twenty
HVe hundr>d miles railroad pass perhaps.
ten cents a mile $3.50 He gets a thous-
ana Tor the sitting. long or short ,lacs no
same twenty-five hundred miles going nom,
at the same rate, cleaning up fifteen hun
save" Nv wa
Now Mr. Foster. ex-minister Of finance
ana one of the ablest and most palished
speakers in the house, takes the lead. IN
the temporary absence of Sir Charles Tup-
per, Bart, and asks the minister Of the in
terror why he has employed a new man in
certain department at a salary of eleven
uuuored year. when there We're twenty
SIX Old employees in that department wa:.-
ing for promotion.
Batting n Minister.
The question seemed impertinapt "a mo
out Mr.. Sifton rose and explained. II was
all Greek TO me, but 1 could see by tho
quiet gaze OF the minister that he under
STOOD, and thought Mr.. Foster would apol.-
giZe and subside. But he did nothing OF
me sort. He spoke at length. declarin,r
liz the honorable minister Of the interiors
ter tried again, but TO no burmese "a
wanted TO know why this man GOT the iob
senator Vest of Missouri could have ex-
planned IL all in a breath. "Causp he's onr
KIND OF folks, he would have said hut Mr.
Snton seemed never TO think of that. Ir
that was the reason -
Now, Mr. Fosters questions became 81
most eNaSperaung to me. and Mr. Sifton's
replies equally so, but they Were as calm
ana polite as could be, never so much as
" Si "a hand toward their hip pockets.
SeNeh nmes ne got the minister nm and
down, and then Mac said Lets go-he
won't tell" and We strolled out
As we gained the open Mac turned and
looked up over the door II want ., All
you story said he
In the days when Sir John-the great
Sir John MacDonald-was premier some
BODY stuck little wooden cross up above
that door. One of Sir Johns ministers
came brea hlessly to the premier and want
ed the thing taken down at once. Leave
IT there. said Sir John; that viii help US
Years passed and the little cross kept fl.
place. Finally there came a change A
premier came who was a Catholic Pres
entity the cross was missing. and a number
OF the falthful waited upon the iGst minis
its place
Is Il gomez asked the premier.
Yes. they made answer. 1T is gone
on 'npg mill hi
Ontario"
1t seemed as natural for the Caravans
to mix religion and politics as for a Ken
tuchian to mix water and sugar
i had never read graphic pen picture Of
the Canadian capital and now, AZ we
ST, oiled out to the brink of the high cllf
upon which stands the magnificent parlia-
Mt and other government buildings /
was in a condition to enjoy the beauties OF
the scene.
1t was one of those rare June nights that
had come to Canada, after an unusually
severe winter, two months ahead of tinle.
The moon was just peeping over the city,
catching the eddying swirls of the ottawa,
whose waters had been fretted into white
foam at the falls half a mile above. Just
across the river, in the province of quebec,
is the manufacturing and lumb ring town
of Huh. 1t was here, or hereabouts that
the Yankee pioneer, Wright of Waburn,
rested and laid the foundation for fog
tune.
1t is -asy to understand that all strauge RS,
from the first French voyageur to the pres
ent writer, have grown enthusiastic over
Ottawa. No man with a soul can stand
upon the edge of the cliff on Parliament
Hill. day or night, without feeling ihril
of delight, so WOndrously beautiful is the
scene. To be sure, things have changed
since the days of Philemon Wright. The
whine of the distant saw mill, and the song
of the passing trolley comes to US Row, and
below us in thu shadows where the famous
lovers walk winds among the shrubs, we
can hear the soft voices and the low mu-
steal laugh of lovers that are strollng
there. But ever above it all We hear The
ceaseless roar of the mighty river a. il
sucks through the narrows and plunges
over the rocks-the deathless song Of he
Chandiere
We read in that interesting book Cana
da ard Its Capital" that Wright OF Wa
burn climbed to the top OF more than one
hundred trees TO view the situation Of the
country"
Well, don't blame him. But what a say
ing of time and trousers he might have
worked by simply selecting one tail tree
climbing TO the top and staying up there
ninety-nine timeSi