The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-10-07

And dare say 1t was not want Of cour-
age. but a sense of female delicacy and
propriety that.sprevented the brave Irish
woman from leading her husbands regi-
ment personally into action"
DONNELLY AS AN EDUCATOR
The horses took their time, played with
each other all along the road. and were
evidently engaged In, conversation about
the fine fun they were having while work
ing for DonneIlyI Ignatius was in his
usual merry mood, as with his little hat
tilted over his eyes he turned half round
on his perch and talked to Mrs. Lease.
When the iniquities of the administration,
and every possible administration, had
been considered I ventured to try and
change the subject. "Mr. Donnelly," /
said, ''the folks down in Hastings tell me
that you have a splendid iahrary." With
mellow. musical voice. he. replied: well,
you know that the one-eyed man is king
among the blind. When peoples litera-
ture is confined to the local newspaper,
the drug store almanac, and Judd's Gran
ger, of course the fellow that has few
books is a sort Of British Museum. Mine
is not much Of real library. I never
had money enough to buy great many
books, though I have been able to get
together a fewsof the best"
Mrs. Eease,N he said, permit me to
acting as speaker of the house, bowed
and making a gesture as if with the
gavel, remarked: "The gentleman from
Niniger has the floor then in subdued
tones, ''he generally has" Mr. Donnelly
continued: Zone day last week a friend
! Of mine in Hastings went to the postofice
for his mail. The train was late and he
had to wait around for half an hour. In
came an Irishman on a similar errand.
| Not finding his letters, he naturally had
| to make a speech, in the coures Of which
| he used some very large and remarkable
| dictionary words. My friend listened
with rapture and amazement. Dan,
! said he, how d'yo do it? Where did We
| get EN-? You must have been to collegeI
| To which Dan answered with becoming
| modesty; No, John, I wasn't never to
no college, but the next best thing to it,
| though. Once upon a time, and very
| good time it was, I worked three days
for Mr.. Donnelly.'" And Mrs. Lease,
| who is nothing If not logical, took up the
/ story with what an orator he'd have
| been if he had finished the week.
About this time we had reached the
| top of a. hill and the horses stopped for a
breathing spell. Mr.. Donnelly changed
| his position and pointed to the fence ex-
| tending across many acres. That deSic-
Gated wood structure, he said, marks
the limit of my territorial domain, and as
you seem to think I've reached my anec-
! dotage feel that I must tell you a story.
| More than forty years ago, just after the
! first ground was broken in this part of
the country. 1t took up all that land, F"
and he waved his hand over the contt-
nent. 1--WE put up log cabin, and my
wife and 1 lived in, it, There were no
neighbors for many miles; and help was
as scarce as the seraphim or the terra
| pin. But I had plans for the attraction
| of neighbors, and one plan was to lay the
! foundations of q great city which in due
| time was to be queen Of the West. St.
! Paul was a village of about dozen
! huts and Minneapolis was not even in
| the clouds. Hastings was at the head
| of navigation on the Mississippi, and
| a portion of my city was to extend in
| one direction from Nin1ger to Hastings.
FUTILE PLANNING OF A CITY.
From my native Philadelphia import
| ed a friend, who, like George Washing
ton. knew something about surveying and
| had the reputat ton of being able to think
with his head. Through the long and
hopeful months we twain, With the as
sistance Of my wife, measured out the
land and drew plans for the arrange
ment Of our city. We staked or the
ground for the city and county buildings.
| for the state capitol and the pestoffice,
| for ST. Patrick's cathedral and the
| churches of every denomination. We ap-
portioned the sites for ten school build
| ings, granting three acres Of free for
| ever ground to each, along with five
| acres for the high school. We had public
gardens and magnificent parks to be pat
termed after the Elysian fields Of Paris.
| We carefully mapped out avenues, boule-
wards, and streets, and by the time, one
| frosty morning, that we reached Seventy
| sixth street we had come to the end Of
my estate. which is now marked by that
| wood fence. We were far out OF sight
| of the log cabin and could not see on the
horizon, or upon this side Of 1t. even a
hint of the smoke that rises from the
| abodes of human kind, We paused at
that spot. We threNdo|n our chains Of
Office surveyors, Hands my thoughtful
friend said. as he folded his arms with
the triumph of man who had builded a
! great city: ''Donnelly, isn't it splendid
| thing to get out in the open country and
| draw one deep breath of Gods free
ARP"
| Our horses. having awaited themselves