Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1873-04-02

FIsTIcUFFs IN HIGH LIFE.

Last Saturday morning Montpelier had q
irst-class sensation, completely eclipsing the
small pox scare and throwing that allen
crossing topic completely in the shade. Capt.
Clark, our worthy postmaster, was walking
up Main street 10 a sanity frame Of mind +.
meditating on the beauties of Spring time
and with a soul trimming over with good
will toward all men, when, to use his own
quaint and iuimtable confession to his pastor
II met mine adversary, and l smote him
hip and thigh That adversary CHANGED
to be brother Atkins, who had just stepped
out of Spinney's market, where he had
ordered bountiful fish diet for the promo
ton of sufficient brain power to enable him
to minister to the literary delectation of the
Argus readers and to more effectively ego
for Capt Clark in another column of per-
sonal criticism in this weeks paper. But
for once the editor found his detetic arrange
ments should have had reference to the cult
walton of Drawn and muscle rather than the
finer tissues in the Uranium. The postmaster
politely tapped the editor on the shoulder,
and, with smile that was child-like and
bland. inquired why be had so grossly ma
ligned him in his paper. The editor courte
ously reto7ted that it was none of the post
masters business; the paper was his own,
and he should use it's columns as he pleased.
Thereupon the postmaster rose to explain and
his language was plain, that the editor was
no gentleman, and ought to be kicked out Of
decent society. The editor spiritedly objected
to such an estimate of his character being
thus publicly expressed, and hurled at the
postmaster epthets more pointed and per-
sonal than courteous and complimentary The
postmaster, warming up to his subject. en-
phatically asserted that the public street filled
with passers-by was quite as proper place
for personalities as the columns of a news
paper and scathingly denounced the editor as
maligner and a coward. The editor, brstling
all over with fight and fury ,waxed excee iingly
wroth, and invited his accuser to dry up y
or he would catch particular fits" The
postmasters temper had now risen to fever
heat, and, unmindful of the proprieties Of a
free fight, he insultingly spit full in his ad-
yersary's face, just as the editor with the fist
that holds the pen that sways the world was
essaying scientific pass at the official 5 cheek.
Greek had met Greek, and now came the tug
of war. Repelling the profiered love pat, We
regret to say the postmaster struck from the
shoulder right and lett, peeling the editorial
nose, putting the editorial eye in mourning,
raising that allegorical scab," we have
lately read about, on that handsome editoria
phiz. Gould gross indignIty further 60 =?
Had all the milk Of human kindness curdied
in mems veins ? Else why should the editor S
hand wander nervously upward as if to tweak
the official nose, or the postmaster bony
fingers, SO ardently essay to raise the edI-
torial scalp. Now feet began to play-ah
it was sorry feat to behold when all feet,
come from what direction they might, tend
Cd to the same extremity,
At length, both combatants went to the
walk, and the loving tenderness of the
postmaster was under and over aud about
the editor. In fact the editor was . top OF
the heap resting serenely in the official lap
/ with the Official legs wound about him, the
official fingers twined devotedly in his back
bair and tightly pressing the editorial head
to the official breast To complete the grace
/ iul attachment of the rccumbent beauties, the
editoritl arm encirced the official neck and
the taper fingers we're tondly feeling for the
for a painter
And now the bystanders thought it time
to take hand 10 the game. A former street
commissioner. who had been striving to keep
the ring clear and1tO have everything done
decentiy and in order, was pressed back
Auditor Ferrin proclaimed the riot act, and
called upon the captain TO desiSt Col.
Brown. who, according to theAr gus, is always
I pokiDg his nose into other peoples business
seized the postmaster hand and succeeded
in twisting it out of the EDITORS hair.
I y,
aud escorted the lighting captain from the
bloody field. One Cain-not he of the
Courier nor the slayer Of ABEL, but good
naturcd burly harness. maker-tenoerly raised
the editor and marched him in an opposite
direction. The var was Ger, the battle
fought, the victory won. The angel OF
Retribution had passed by for this time and
gentle Peace spread her wings once more
over our usually quiet village.
The village fathers and the officers OF
justice waited till Monday noon, Wien COM
plants were made to Grand Juror Seaver
against both postmaster and editor for a
breach OF the public peace. They were
arrai 5ned before Justice Robinson Monday
evening, plead not guilty, and further ex-
animation was postponed until next week
| Thursday.
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