The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-07-19

lawyers and solid business men nave
raised storm of wrath in every CLUB
where the possibility of an indiscreet
and garrulous servant disclosing It's Sc
crets is a thorn in the flesh of the mem.
bers.
The revelations of doings in high NE
have been a scandal to the town, Ior
San Francisco boasts that II mas
buried it's past and is living respect
able now" and likes to talk of its con-
servatism just as If it was still the
same jolly and vociferous abode OF
high livers and high players as When
Mark Twain and Bret Harte and Louis
Stevenson painted it to the life.
But there was one witness-to Whom
Dunsmuir was model Tor Sunoay
schools. He was Charley Green, bell
bow at the Grand hotel, where the mil
lonaire lived five years of his check
cred life. Green had never partlcl-
pated in the dividends distributed 10
the hotel attendants. He had carried
only ice water and cigars up to that
glorious room s, which was mint Tor
the other bellboys. The coal baron had
never appeared to him arrayed IN ms
pajamas and wandering about the
hotel with his head bound In packages
of ice. On cross examination Green
did a thing which a playwright might
borrow with profit.
How many times did you see Duns-
muir at the hotel?" asked Mrs. Hop
per's counsel.
"Innumerous," the bellboy answered,
with A generous wave of both hands.
We'll, tell us now, did you see MIN
once?"
.Innumerous," said Charles with
emphasis.
"Twice?"
'Innumerous," with growing con-
tempt
Five times?"
"Innumerous," with pity for the law
yer's obtuseness.
"a hundred times?'
"Innumerous." Now very much
bored.
"a thousand times?"
'Innumerous, numerous" with a
finality that closed the incident.
What the Doctors Say.
The deposition of doctors, nurses
and other intimates show that the man
who made the will disinheriting Edna
Wallace Hopper's mother wars on IA
miliar terms with the spirits of the air
and creatures of the vastly deep. Here
is a short catalogue of his imaginings:
Fishes singing rag time" songs.
Big black spiders floating on his
liquor.
Huge green ants, with pink tusks,
crawling over his pillow.
Elephants Waiting on tight rope above
his bed.
Camels playing leapfrog.
Whales dancing on their tails.
Enough common snakes to restock Ire
land.
Green monkeys feeding on the ceiling
Roaring lions and dragons with scorch-
ing breath.
Sometimes he imagined he was boa
constructor, and then it took four nurses
to hold him.
He thought his teamsters were unload
ing coal on his chest.
He was angry with his nurse because
she persisted in riding into his room on
the back of rhinoceros.
When relatively sober, his talk ram
bled from sinking mines to building bal
looms.
He announced an elaborate scheme for
having his coal mines brought down from
Vancouver island and placed on the dock
at San Francisco, in order that Uncle
Sans white squadrons might coal direct
from the mines.
be watched for five weeks: day and night,
to prevent him from sailing out of
four-story window
Ordinarily he gave the bartender fr at
open until daybreak Sometimes he saw
two "barkeeps," and then gave each of
them $50.
One night at the old Pacific club, in the
San Francisco tenderloin, he awoke to
the fact that he was king. Looking
from an upper window on crowd he REG
ognized them as his faithful lieges. He
at once bankrupted the bar till of its
change and with both hands scattered
the gold and silver coin to the cheering
throng below. The royal endowment of
the poor was only stopped when his
majesty's supply Of backsheesh gave out.