The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-02-08
EPIsTLES TO ST. PAUL.

When THE Belle of New York, olava5
III Butte, Mont, recently. several meno-
pers Oh the company awaited themselves
oL the opportunity to explore Some of
the famous mines of that great conner
mining center. One party. CONSISTING of
MISS Beulah Dodge who plays the Sal
walton lassie; Manager F. r. Zweifel Mr.
and MTs. e. j. Connolly and George
Iallman, descended into the celebrs ted
Parrot mine.
The party, which was under the escort
Of Frank DeNoon, the well known mining
engineer, descended to the S0O-foot level
where they left the car and proceeded
indian file, through the various tunnels
and leads of the level.
Each member of the party was CARRIED
in the ill-ftting rubber suits worn by
those who have occasion to go below
the surface. The explorers lad wan
dered about for some twenty m nutes
when some one suddenly exclaimed:
Where is Miss Dodge?"
The young woman was not In sight
so DeNoon Immediately started back to
hunt for her, followed by Mr.. Zweifel
and Mrs. Connolly and Mr. Tallman, all
Of whom were deeply concerned for the
safety of their friend
Finally, after a search Of fifteen min
utes, the party reached a drift that had
been worked out, but had not been filled
in, where they found Miss Dodge huddled
up in a crevice, presenting a quaint pic
ture in an oilskin garment that was evil
IDENTIFY made for a giant.
In answer to anxious inquiries, she said
she had dropped behind the others to
examine some unique form of quartz,
and had accidentally extinguished the
candle she carried. Not knowing what
to do, she had CROPPED her way along I'M
til she reached this sort of clearing,
and" she concluded, II began to feel
tired. so [ just sat down here to wait
until some one came to find me-
1t is a fortunate thing that you felt
tired at the precise moment you did y
said the mining engineer.
"Why?"
For an answer the guide raised the
candle above his head, and, pointing.
ahead, replied:
Just IN front of where you stoppe
rs an old shaft that LEADS down to the
level below-100 feet down. If YOU had
proceeded ten feet further you would
have walked into it and"
And would have been killed on the
rocks below" interposed Miss Dodge
Ihen, glancing ruefuliy at her grotesque
attire, she murmured, with a shudder:
And looking like this, too"
A story is told on a senator from
southern county, who rides sometimes
by grace of Milwaukee pass. The
Empire theater, a local playhouse, has
been impartial lin the distribution of
passes for it's performances to the legfs-
lators. The senator in question pocketed
one of the passes as a souvenir, and
when, accompanied by his wife, he start
ed home recently, he gave the conductor
her ticket and bit Of blue pasteboard
on his own account. That was his I'M
doing. The conductor blushed, glanced
uneasily at the lady, and remarked in
stage whisper:
That's a pretty nice pass, but 1t
isn't good on this roadl'
The senator looked at the pasteboard
and dived into his pocket for a similar
card, which proved to be the one
needed.
In the meantime his wife, who, by the
way. is Q. bright. little lady. had Caught
on!" and chaffed him numerically until
they reached home.
The senator uses the waste basket for
his present depository of good things"