The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-04-26

weeks, and that he has been having an
awful time. In the course of one-half
hour the feelings of the reporter were
sorely narrowed by the recital Of the sor-
rows of Inspector No. 2. His story i'm
proves by repitition and he is evidently
one of these sensitive beings to whom
sympathy is as necessary as the breath
of his nostrils. He told the story to four
different Wayfarers while the reporter sat
with bowed head on an adjacent stoop
When last seen by the reporter Inspector
No. had not, like Inspector No. l. Sc
lected the somewhat perilous position Of
rail fence from which to do his "in-
specting. He was quietly reclining
against one of the wheels of the wagon
which had just emptied it's load of earth,
and he was busy pouring his sorrows
into the evidently disheartened soul of
his brother, who draws his pay from the
city treasury, not only for himself, but
also for his team
Meandering north and west a short dis
tance the reporter found himself in the
vicinity of University avenue and Grotto
street. There work is also in progress.
which is being paid for out of the city
treasury. There is there also a man be-
hind the shovel, and only one. He has
his inspector" along, no doubt, just to
keep him company and to while away
the holding of the "rallies'' for Chet
Smith In his ward. This Is as close a
literary photograph of what the reporter
saw ON the corner of University and
Grotto as he is able to produce: The man
behind the shovel stood well out in the
roadway at the intersection of the two
streets. Standing in fairly erect posture
he just moved his shovel to and fro as if
smoothing out the dirt on the street.
This operation he carried on for the
space of full five minutes while the re-
porter watched him. During the opera
ton his inspector" stood not three feet
from him, also out in the roadway, with
arms sunk almost to the elbows IN his
breeches pockets, his coat and hat On
position, watching intently, but for no
apparent reason whatever, the operations
of the man behind the shovel. Not
word passed between them while the re-
porter remained in sight, and they con-
tinued their aiInless pursuit after he had
passed up the avenue several blocks.
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These men and hundreds Of others like
them are not thugs or toughs. Most Of
them do not appear to have vitality
enough to do much more than draw their
pay for the work they do. The great
difference between them and the corner
gentlemen whom the Pioneer Press brings
AllO AiidSAldIy view as rOlIlnS IN wealth
and shouting In favor of Bob Smith is
that they draw their pay from the city
treasury, while the Democratic jaw
smiths whom the Pioneer Press conjures
into existence are purely private capital
lists The taxpayers have to pay for the
luxury of Chet Smiths street-corner
friends; nobody knows or cars who pays
for the operations Of the puppets of the
Pioneer Press.
While Comptroller McCardy is engaged
In his campaign of explanation on the
stump, perhaps he viii condescend to en-
tighten the public as to how he came to
put down to his and his political cronies
credit in those official figures he stuffed
the Dispatch reporter with, the sum of
$631, ,S87 for a sinking fund which he and
they had accumulated. Did he not know
that these figures were false? Did he
give them to the public because he want
ed to deceive them, or because he does
not know the meaning of MS own figures?
1t was either one or the other But the
probability is that he had intent to de-
ceive just as much and in the same sense
as Bret Harts child-like and bland Ce-
lestial. His own report for 1899 shows
that these figures he stuffed the Dis.
patch with lied. OF that $631 ,3s7 he