The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-20
Ep1sTLEs TO ST. PAUL.


by the by, that reminds me- said
one of the party, a tall Englishman. L
shall never patronize a 'scalpers ONCE
again. The theory of their economy dld
not materialiZe in my case. On the con-
trary my last trip from Chicago to st.
Paul cost me figure nearly approaching
a double fare.
81 had purchased ticket in New York
for Chicago at a reduction, and, heing
vastly tickled with the success of my
first visit to cut rate office, gladly took
the card of a State street, Chicago, man,
where my worthy friend told me l could
get transportation at rock bottom fig
ures. On reaching Chicago late at night
l had only few minutes to catch my
connection to ST. Paul. Well, I'll tell you
I lost no time in getting up to that Of
flee. where | was greeted by the worthy
scalper, who, rubbing his hands, assured
me he had the very thing I was looking
for.
MY knowledge of mileage books since
/ came to this country has been very linn
tied, so when Mr.. Scalper handed me one
with just the number of miles, as he put
it. I bought the article without hesita-
ton.
by the by he yelled as I disap-
peared post haste for my train, Don't
forget your names Peppin, f. c.
II was just tickled to death at my
shrewdness and my successful beat on
the railway company.
Getting Gown to the station l had
about five minutes in which to get my
luggage checked. and when the baggage
man punched my book 1 considered any
difficulty I might have anticipated was
over
" Which is the gate fer ST. Paul.
asked
q Number 4, where you see that stout
gentleman he said, pointing the while
tcv faraa-inOkir1o official standing
In an iron cage.
Getting in the center of the usual line
of travellers I soon reached number and,
handing my book to his nibs, the gate
man. with as much nerve as L could
muster-I am told nerve is an essential
virtue In this country waited anxious
ly for my custodian to let me through.
" Hum he grunted, looking me up and
down carefully. What's your name?'
" 'Peppin.'I said, with a smile Of self-as-
surance. Hang me If that smile wasn't
ill-iudged at such a crucial moment
''The gate man was apparently an in
dividual VINO deemed the situation one
unnecessary to waste words over, for
raising his voice and looking me through
and through with his penetrating eyes he
just said:
Sign it.
Pulling out pencil to do 80 I realized
I had forgotten Peppin's initials-what
the Q0NlI 10 90 L ulUIl KNOW Nl1!Nlil5 IL
bold bid for it [ signed John Peppin.' I
thought the chances were about even his
name was John
"'Your names not Peppin,' he yelled
at me. shaking the station foundation
with the vibrations of his portly frame.
'Fave YOU got anything to identify
your
I'm afraid not I said, In rather a
timid voice. when he broke in with IF
you want to go on tonight buy a new
ticket. I'll keep this ard you'll get your
money refunded in st. Paul if your
names Peppin.'
TT didn't waste any time, assure you,
when I got this excuse to get away.
made straight for the ticket brokers' office
as quickly as I could. I found him still
there. You scoundrel, I said, give me
back my money I had made up my
mind II he refused to just walk all over
him.
"My little friend assuring me he did
not intend to return the money I made
grab at him., but missed. Not to be OUT
done I went tC the door calling back TO-
him that I intended placing the matter
IN the hands of the police, eliciting the
answer that I probably did not realize
7 had committed a forgery by signing
! Peppin's name. The result was had to
| pay full fare the next day. so my ex-
! perience was dear one. No more
| ''Say, boys did I ever tell you why Bob
| Dunn carries a rabbit foot with him."
! said Sam Fullerton to group of inter
| ested attaches at the capitol yesterday.
| Sam drops around his old haunts ecea-
| sionally and he always brings in a new
! story, and, of course, they wanted to
| hear it.
| ''Well, it was this way" continued the
| former executive agent of the game and
| fish commission '@You know Bob Dunn
and former Assistant Attorney General
Edgerton are very fond Of rabbit shoot
| ing; they used to blow to me about the
number of rabbits they killed, until I
really thought they were wonderful shots.
| Winter before last they asked me to take
| them out to some good ground where
/ there were lots of rabbits. I went and
! borrowed my friend DR.. Arnold's best
rabbit dog for the occasion. We got to
| the ground bright and early Edgerton
| insisted that I should not bring any gun,
| 50 l wasn't loaded, only went to run the
dogs. Bob Dunn borrowed State Treas
urer koerner's gun that he brought from
| the old country with him, warranted to
! kill rabbit anywhere inside of hun
>dred yards. George was loaded with his
| old reliable Winchester pump-gun.
'Well we got to the ground bright and
early and the dogs got good start Au-
| ditor Dunn got the first shot, but not be-
! ing used to shooting a German gun, hav-
| Ing learned the art in Ireland, 1t wouldn't
work, and that was the only shot he got
| that day George was called to do the
| shooting after that, and the first one he
| got was very difficult one. 1 didn't
| blame him for missing 1t, as all he could
! see was a white streak with the dogs in
hot pursuit. But when he commenced
missing them one after the other until he
had fired twenty shots. I suggested that
| there was something wrong with the car
tridges. No, he said, it was the gun.
after his twenty-fifth miss these dogs
that Doc Arnold had trained got disgust
ed and quit And then we were through
apparently, but told them knew where
a man used to snare rabbits in that same
swamp, and we would go over and see If
| there We're any there. Sure enough, the
first snare we came to had rabbit
caught by the hind foot. George had
| four shells left, and lie walked up within
ten feet of the rabbit, who was jumping
! around In the snare, and fired. He miss
ed by some accident. I have thought
since that it was the she'll After missing
three shots at close range, and only hav-
| ing one shell left, he took very careful
aim and shot the foot off the rabbit where
it was caught in the snare. The rabbit
got away. but Bob Dunn got the foot,
and that is why he carries a rabbit foot
| around with him.
The Old Brute was sitting in his office,
| busily looking over a bunch of new in
voice sheets, when his Fair Dame burst
through the door. visibly excited lie
looked up calmly and adjusted. hts eye
glasses as she took a seat on his last new
| hat, which happened to be lying on
chair and placidly remarked to her: