The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-15
EPIsTLEs To ST PAUL.

that Chicago man had pre-empted my
strap. | knew he was a Chicago man be-
cause ne was telling his neighbors, on
their own straps, what he intended to
90 when he got back to the city. The
loss OF my own strap panied me. had,
from long usage, ikpme to have friendly
feeling for th$t t}ik of leather. At least
i've nights in Nhg week I ride home on
that particular strap on that particular
car. l guess I'll have to mark my name
on nu II with rfbbfT stamp. But the Chi
fully, to and flo, Mhfle I did balancing
act and jammed III the ribs other strap
pers with my elbows. AS the car lurched
at one time 1t Slowed me around so that
l. caught sight of Bigelow Great Scott,
he had seat! l knew that this was the
first time he'd had a seat in street car
Tor nineteen weeks. and he looked 1t.
He just sat there and lolled in atium cum
dignitate and dolce far niente, his fat face
wreathed in smiles and as happy and
clipper as habg IN a bath tub. Oh. but
the sight was tantalizing.
AS the car gave another 1urch 1t pitch
ed me right opposite him. Bigelow look
ed impudently into my face and winked
| at me. Yes, gentlemen, he winked sar-.
don1cally, and 1 was hot. Such rank
/ audacity was shameful 1t made me sore,
for | don't remember ever having had a
whole seat in a street car in my life. And
| my own strap. too, nailed by a measly
Chicago bag man, who might or might
/ not be selling sausage castings for some
| Windy City Luetgert. And Bigelow!
There he was wallowing in the soft, SEN
sual luxuriance Of a seat! 1t was my time
to boil. 1 gave him the cold stare and
the marble heart I didn't know him..
Just then the car stopped at a cross
ing. and a. middle-aged lady got on and
was pushed and hustled up to about
| L SfQ TO ha in
famous Bigelow. Then he suddenly
sflatched' copy of the G osbse out of
! his pocket and began reading like man
| who hadn't only about five minutes to
live So 1 proceeded to get in my work.
Some people are chivalrous,' I said,
/ quite loudly, and some are born hogs
'Bigelow didn't vince.
Madam, I said, if 1t were In my
powersto offer you a seat would gladly
do so. Perhaps you have been standing
on your feet all day. Doubtless you are
weary and need rest
y '"9s0h,~I don't mind, she said. pleasantly
enough, you know nowadays it is a
! rather unusual thing for gentlemen TO
| give up their seats to ladies'
" Beg pardon. madam but a true gen
tleman always resigns his seat to lady.
| Hogs never
The newspaper began to- shake a tri1e
| at this, and dgelow UNFINISHED his legs
and recrossed them in another position.
! His eyes were still glued to the paper as
| though he would suck the last Manila
news out of the columns -
! don't care who knows It. I said in
| high key, but I wouldn't sit still
| couldn't rest easy in a car seat while a
poor, tired woman-young or old, good
| looking or homely, careworn and anxious
| or bl1thesome and {gay-Was standing up
/ IN car aisle, and shifting from one foot
! to the other to- rest her poor, tired body
| No, madam, couldn't do it. And when
| look around me and see great, lazy
overfed animal pretending to read news
paper, upside down. to avoid meeting the
reproachful glances of a lady who is just
| ly entitled to this individuals seat. why,
just simply blush for my sex
oh, sir replied the lady, but you are
| too severe
With his head down, Bigelow began to
slowly fold up his paper. Thes the old
hypocrite looked up, as If accidentally,
and suddenly bolted from his seat.
Excuse me, madam, he said, in that
oily way of his, but I really did not OBJ
serve that you were standing. Take this
seat, please 80
AS the woman sank down with MUIR
INJURED Thank you BigeloW threw his
whole weight on to my shoulder. And
carried his whole weight six blocks,
and when he got off he gave me a vicious
push that nearly landed me in the motor
mans box
| George Primrose had little poker
| game in washington last winter that he
won't forget for some time
The Triple StarCombination" was play
! Ing there at the same time Primrose was,
and Lillian Russell, Della Fox, Jefferson
De Angels and the minstrel man were all
| stopping at the same hotel
The game began one night after the
| usual midnight lunch of actors and took
| place in. Miss RusselPs apartments For
! the first hour or so, the luck ran to
| George Primrose, who, besides piling UP
most of the checks in front of him, en-
joyed numerous glasses Of wine which
| bell boys kept bringing up from time TO
| time.
| Presently the luck changed and the two
| ladies began to win back all they had
| lost and more, too. This somewhat I'M
expected turn of fortunes wheel gave
| Mr.. Primrose shock, but he still figured
that if he could not hold his own at the
cards, he would at least be ahead of the
game several cold bottles.
| About o'clock De Angels, who had
| been persistent loser, began to show
signs of wanting to quit, in which he
was abetted by Primrose, but not until
they had both lost several more jack
pots to the ladies were the latter willing
/ to stop the game. -
After the party broke UP Primrose men
tally calculated that, although he was out
/ $40 in cash, he-was the winner, because
! he had drunk the best part of three
4 quarts of chamra gIe.
For the rest or the week Primrose took
/ pleasure in telling how he had gotten
the best of the cripple Star Aggrega-
ton" He was doomed. however, to q
! rude awakening from his dream. On the
| Sunday. morning following, after a. late
and substantial! breakfast Mr.. Primrose
called for his hotel, bill, and, on looking
| it over, was paralyzed to note an item
for ten. quarts Of wine, $S7. 5o.Hi,, 81 I'll.
He had thought the wine would be
charged to the room where the game had
| been played.
'I'Il complain to the judge" said an
| irate man yesterday to Clerk of Probate
| Sundberg, who had refused to allow him
1 to break in. and interrupt Judge Bazille.
"If you knock me 1t will do me good, -
replied MIR. Sundberg. IF you tellaa saloon
| keeper that he has good barkeep, he IS
| liable to fire him because he is afraid the
barkeeper has. been giving something
| away" t
The visitor dropped his hammer. sae.
One day last week q peddler- of little
| plaster of Paris statuettes visited the
probate court and succeeded in disposing
| of busts of Washington and Lincoln to
Deputy Clerk Clarence Storms. Yesterday
4 afternoon one of the janttors- employed
around the city hall drifted in with mop
] and inquired what the images were sup
| posed to represent.
THAT one is Henry George said Mr..
Storms. pointing at the. Lincoln bust,
land that is William Bryan, with nod