The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-10-08
Stories From t1s Comedy Of Life.
Office the Car and By the Firesde
At Home.

, "This last observation was directed to
! the usher in the doorway, who stood
| there with the bird still in his arms and
! with look of defiance in his face.
'Sistah, said the minister, solemnly.
! dis is a most spicious circumstance 1t
deeply pains me to feel so bad as I do
| at dis identical minnit. Sich perceedins'
/ am a dark reflection on dis Church-on
! any church Oar you stand, sistah, an
! here's de chuckens. Colored people an
! chuckeas has allus been closely connected
too closely, in fact, for de benefit oh de
cOlored people. 1 trust-I hope dat eb-
beryding can be satisfactorily explained,
but what am 1 to say If tomorrer COM
! plant is made oh de loss, oh de surrepti-
! tious loss oh dozen buff cochin chuck
ems? 1 believe dey am buff cochins, am
dey not. or do my eyes deceive me-?
'Dey's buff cochins sar,' replied the
sister with the flour sack am deys my
property. I don't know what induced me
to stop inter church wild UNI, but I did.
Shut dat door, young man. or my prop
erty will be scattered from Summit ave-
nue. to st. Peter street It's de fust time
I ever took chuckens ter church. an it'll
be de las time. An l was mighty inter-
ested in de sermont, too. I'm sorry. I'm
! grfeved as much as anybody, but, young
man. doan you wiring dat ohucken's neck.
| Use willin' ter be baptized agin If dat
will do. any good, but wants my proper
| tY. It's a shame to break up a meeting
in dis style, but I swar I'll never do it
agin AK de prayers of ebbery one In
de congregation an dere help in roundup
! up my property inter de sack Den I'll
trudge home an not interrupt de choir IN
| de doxology'
1.-THE trustees of the church held a
cl1n TO
| then everybody set to work to assist in
catching the squawking fowls. I Sue
| ceeded in capturing a hen that looked
like whole wool fleece and received the
sincere thanks of the chicken fancier.'
When all had been corraled she shoulder
ed the sack and withdrew from the serv-
ices"
81 believe, sir" said gentleman wear
ing a top coat that looked altogether
too short, but probably was not, that
you lost a pocketbook."
The scene was a down town real es-
tate office. The man addressed was an
elderly man with a high Shakespearian
forehead, and ears that set very closely
to a we'll formed head
Yes" he replied, 81 did lose my pock-
etbook"
You left 1t on a selby avenue car
last night while you were going home
to dinner"
81 think did"
at contained $25 and note of $50,
past due, assigned to you by other par
ties"
That's fact"
at was a morocco bound pocketbook,
with silver clasp, and there were also
three of your business cards in it"
1.-THE description is correct, but see
! here, it appears to me that you should,
using proper precaution, ask me for
description of the wallet. Don't it seem
so to you?"
mot at all. Now you are questioning
my judgment in the matter. I know
! the pocketbook Is yours, and here 1t is.
Am I right?"
The finder produced. the article and
laid it on the desk.
Yes
Everything correct; just as you lost
it; money all there?"
YES" ?
Mote, and everything?"
ooh, yes. Now, how am 1 to reward
your honestly"
well, III tell you. The note is mine.
Just renew it for sixty days and con-
slider that 1 am amply rewarded. Good
morning"
Little Paul had been given a pony by
his father.
1t was not exactly a new pony, for
| that implies youth, but it was a hand
some little cream pony, with a long
white name and silvery tail. Seven
! year-old Paul was delighted, and few
joyfully into his fathers arms and
nestled there cooling his boyish thanks
into his fathers ears.
The summer months sped by and many
was the stirring gallop enjoyed by little
Paul and his little pony. Autumn drew
on apace. Trouble seemed for a time to
be lowering over the household, and the
faces Of PauPs father and mother wore
serious looks. 1t was noticed that the
breakfast coffee was of an inferior
brand, and one day the cook packed her
trunk, and a big, red-headed express
man carried 1t away from the house, fol-
lowed shortly afterwards by the cook.
| PauIs mother cried little after the
cooks departure, and then she commend
ed doing her own homework. These
events caused little Paul to be distraught.
But he was considerably more dis
traught when one day a man came and
took away the pony. He said he had
bought it of PauIs father for $1S. Little
Pauls heart came into his throat, tears
to his eyes and paleness to his cheeks.
He went with his great sorrow to his
mother. Then the poor lady told her son
all-how his fathers money was all gone,
and how hard up they were generally.
"But where has the money gone
mama?" inquired little Paul
ALAS" replied his mother, your father
is a confirmed poker player He has
been beaten out of his money and his
house and home"
This serious disclosure gave little Pau
an idea. He went to a certain broker ir
town who had always been a friend OF
the family, and told his troubles But he
had a scheme. For old times sake would
the broker lend him 500? He desired tc
try an experiment, and, If possible, save
his father from impending ruin. The
broker loaned Paul the money cheerfully
and little Paul went away Then he
purchased a cheap disguise, and thai
very evening visited the poker room.
frequented by his unfortunate parent HI
, played skillfully, but cautiously, -Four
others, beside Paul and the old man, ha(
set In" and they all had big money
Judiciously placing his bets where h,
thought they would do the most good
and staying out whenever the old maj
fattened the pot; Paul saw with deligh
that he and his father were really play
ing ''cahoots' and skinning the othe
four players to q fare-youwell. Littl
Paul had ''set in" with a small an,
modest stack Of whites. He now saw OF
each side Of him tall stacks Of reds an,
blues, and his little heart dubbed witt
JOY. His father, too, was we'll supplied
; indeed quite copiously, with red and blu
chips. Finally one Of the other fou
players had cold feet and went away