The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-02-19

campus in his white ducks and blue
yacht coat. He carefully inspected the
cottage and then reported to the old Ger
man. It was all O. K, missing the cellar
Of the cottage. The cellar was in bad
shape; he wanted it cleaned and the old
German at once declared 1t must be
cleaned.
'The old Germans nephew was the
cleaning boy. The nephew still wore the
frightened look that caught up with his
face when he landed at New York, but
he was a strong boy and uncle furnished
the work. The boy was ordered to clean
up the cellar.
''The boy started the cleaning. He
heaved old boxes, trunks, old shoes and
other things out of that cellar, and, of
course, this work made him tired and
thirsty. He was an honest youth, but he
couldn't help it, and on the next trip to
the barnyard a bottle lifted from a case
in the counts cellar accompanied the
Wheelbarrow.
mo, the count did not report the loss.
The count did not have a chance. Sew
eral of our crowd were standing in front
of the hotel bar when we heard a wild
whoop, and looking toward the door. we
saw the German nephew coming on tho
dead run. He looked after he 100-yard
record, and he was trying to run it un-
der a handicap, too, for In his hand he
carried a heaVy p1tchtOck.
II beat the barkeep to the door by
one second and a quarter, and the bar
boy was a slim fellow at that. A tired
out wholesale man from st. Paul hurdled
the bar without stumbling his toes and
went on through a window, and the hotel
buffer tried to climb the stove pipe.
''The German nephew appeared to take
a fancy to me, and I had to hurry. The
boat house looked the nearest place, and
11a5 F~wn hoo I11,,r n
/ jumped I heard a yell, and then I
tried to jump farther and faster. I got
to the boat house, but / decided to keep
going, for the door was locked. headed
for the boats, and I could feel the sharp
ends of the pitchfork tickling me, when
/ jumped in f1at-bottomed tub and
pushed off.
1.-THE German nephew started to wade
out after me, but the water bothered his
feet, and he walked back to shore. There
were many others up at the hotel, but
Hans appeared real anxious to have me
play the title role in a baled hay tossing
turn, and he just walked up and down
the shore. My boat was without oars, and
just sat out about twenty feet from
shore and watched Hans walk Once I
shouted for the barkeep to come down
and take him away, but he was busy
inspecting the Singing on the south
wing of the hotel
I waited out there on the water for
five hours. Then the German nephew
sat down and proceeded to fall asleep.
First he fell asleep and then he fell over.
and then the folks on shore started a
mass play. Two men grabbed the
nephew by the legs, and three tried to
sit on his stomach, but all this was
unnecessary, for the German boy was all
in.
And he was in for some time, for that
little play of his almost started his fin
ish. They got him into bed and the
moment he came out of the sleep they
discovered that he was clean loony.
They strapped him down for four days
and piled chopped ice on his head The
Ice saved him and he went back to the
porter work knowing trife more about
our American customs.
what was the matter with him? Why,
the fool boy lifted a quart Of the counts
real absinthe and poured the entire dose
down his throat He was thirsty and
thought he had bottle of beer