The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-06-09

From Oar Own Correspondent.
New YORK. Nav 40. r882,

NEW YORK, May -, 1882.
Heroes are always nice fellows %
write about, almost IS nice q
Heroines. II shall have t. csli yout
attention to three or more of the
former and one of the latter. Sun.
dry New Workers and others were
saved from a frightful death, on
Wednesday night, by . young station
agent on the Connecticut Shore Line
Railway. He was of duty, return
ins from q pleasant visit to his girl,
and as he lightly trod the track he
obssrved dark and mysterious NOV
ing objects, which turned out to be
FIVE tramps. angry at being turned
of trains, placing obstructions. Un-
armed - he was, he boldly challenged
them and advanced, pretending to
feel for an imaginary pistol in his
hip pocket. One scoundrel hit him
with a stone and another shot him
through the arm, but they ran, and
he al the other way, reaching the
station just in time to stop the Bos-
ton express. That young Charlie
May, aged 40, is one ofmy heroes,
and I think he and his girl ought to
find counting made easy for them, if
there is any gratitude in corporations.
Another gallant fellow is Capt.
Burrows, of the steamer Rio Grande.
On her voyage from Galveston,
loaded with cotton, the cargo caught
fire. He chased an Italian bark,
transferred his passengers, a his
vessel ashore on the Delaware Break
water, scuttled and sunk her, which
put the fire out, stopped up the holes
again, pumped her out, got up steam,
chased the Italian bark again, took
his passengers aboard again and
gaily came into port. His father and
grandfather, together, rescued a YES
sci which had been taken by pirates,
and made prisoners of the prize crew
ten stalwart ruffans.
The heroism of the others was
manifested some time ago at the
Potter Park row fire. There was a
pleasant little affair of testimonial
giving, with music and other nice
arrangements, where the brave fire.
man Rooney, the brave girl Ida
Small, whom he rescued, and the
brave colored bootblack, Charles
Wright, figured prominently.
Flags flew freely but somewhat
anonymously on Wednesday. 1t
was the Queens birthday. That
covered every British ship with bunt-
ing. 1t was the Brooklyn Sunday
School Festival that brought them
out from all who love the 10000
children in the parade, a large per-
centage of whom carried banners.
Moses Taylor had died. That
brought flags at halfmast and trimmed
with Grape all over Wall street.
Every institution where some of his
great wealth was stored thus did
honor to his memory. He was a
fine old fellow as we'll as a rich one.
1t is an old forensic maxim, when
counsel haven't a leg to stand on, to
abuse the opponents attorney. The
monopolists have lately taken to
ridicsling Mr.. f. B. Thurber, per-
haps their most distinguished enemy.
It's a hard row for them to hoe, for
he has too much hard horse to give
them much of a chance to get the
laugh on him. Any one can judge
whether he knows his business by
trying one of his pound packages of
choice roasted coffee-aromatic stuff,
a sniff at which makes ones hair
curl-and rejecting that a man who
knows just how to get the inside
track of business rivals in these days
of close competition, is not very
likely to make an ass of himself in
other respects which may not seem
of such direct Importance to him.
Jumbo is driving the Brooklynese
crazy. Everybody has seen the great
favorite of all British children, and
everybody is talking about him.
Even on the Wall street ferry boat,
where the staple conversation used