The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-11-07

There is one particular hotel porter in
st. Paul who will hand in his resignation
before he obeys an order to summon
anyone in or out of the hotel to the tel
ephene
Several days ago the telephone bell
whirred a few saucy whirrs and the
porter answered the ring
'WiIi you please go to the billiard room
and call Mr., Jackson to the telephone?"
pleaded a sweet voice.
ST certainly will do that replied the
porter. Held the line till I get back
Then the men in the billiard room heard
from the obAging employe:
rs Mr. Jackson here?" he shouted.
No answer.
IT say. is Jackson here; he's wanted at
the telephone"
No answer
us Jackson here?'' shouted the porter
the third and last time.
The players stopped pehing their balls
around, and looked at the excited por-
ter and the porter looked at the players.
"All I've got to say" he muttered,
as he turned away from the room, lis
that / have my opinion of Jackson. He
might have answered yes or no.
The players heard the mutter, and a
shout of laughter made the ivory balls
wiggle. and now the porter insists that
he will quit before he attempts to deliver
another message.
He was cute little Indian. His
chubby hands were all covered with dirt
and he stood on the corner rubbing the
CRIME all over his face in an attempt
to keep the big tear drops from rolling
down into his little mouth. He looked
as Cupid disguised as a little newsboy.
and the motherly looking woman stopped
and smiled as she reached the curb.
''Why. you dear little angel, what have
they been doing to your she asked as
she stopped down and pulled the little
fists out of the dirt-stained eyes.
''Boo-hoo-hoe," sobbed the kid.
Are you afraid you'll be whipped if
you go home without selling your pa
pers? p coaxed the motherly looking
woman.
swer.
Tell the lady what is the matter and
she will help your pleaded the woman,
as she brushed away big fat tear with
a bit OF lace
The kid stopped crying and looked up.
For the first time he noticed the moth
erly looking woman, and then he curled
MS little upper lip.
"Aw wot'ell yer talkin' about How is
youse goin' ter help me git ter de fresh
young junk on de oder side o. de street.
He's copied tree o. me poipers an
can't git close 'nough ter han him a few
rough ones. -
The motherly looking woman suddenly
remembered that she had to catch the
car, and the kid resumed his Interrupted
Sobbing.
A certain Minneapolis business man is
thoroughly convinced that his six-year-
old daughter is the winner in the bright
little girls class, but at the same time he
has decided that the child wonder will
in the future live a more retired life. He
has no means of discovering just what
the angel daughter is to say next and he
refuses to take chances
Child Mary's last public appearance
was at a funeral. Mamma took dauga-
ter with her and daughter wanted to
know all about it. Whats in the big
box mammal" and then another whis-
pered that Mr.. Jones had been called to
heaven and was going there in box
Daughter remained silent during the
remainder of the service, and at home
after dinner she appeared more than
usually thoughtful. She gazed at the
CRATE fire for several moments, and then
turning and catching her mothers eye,
she said:
Say, mamma, do you think Mr. Jones
is unpacked YET