Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1883-04-26
A TALK WITH A DUDE.

At high noon youth emerged from
the Brunswick and stood for a mo-
ment in the brilliant blaze of the
April sun listlessly buttoning his
gloves. He was languid, sombre, and
inert.
Up and down Fifth avenue stages
rumbled and roared, and carriages
whirled. The doors of the hotel
slammed incessantly, brightly dressed
women tripped by, men strobe brisk
ly to and fro, laughing nurse maids
led groups of frolicsome children to-
ward the Park, and even the cabmen
whistled and sang as they went about
their work. 1t was a cheerful scene.
The youth did not seem interested
in anything. Men who passed glanc.
ed at him somewhat contemptuously,
or with palpable sneers; women
looked admiringly.
de was narrow chested, and his
legs were lank and wavering. On
his head was bell-crowned English
beaver, with mourning band two
inches wide, and around his neck he
wore a collar of preposterous height.
a drab covert coat, such as English
men wear when riding to a meet"
was buttoned closely about his far
from robust figure. The garment was
so short that the ends of his spike
tailed coat fell far below it, producing
a weird and eerie effect. His trousers
were so tight that the uneven contour
of his legs inspired pity, and his feet
were squeezed into long and narrow
shoes. Over his breast dangled a
single glass, and he wore English dog
skin gloves, the color of ripe brick
dust. He held a silver tipped cane
under his arm, and stood with one
foot far in advance of the other His
hat was tipped back on his head, his
hair brushed forward at the sides, and
he displayed evidences of a vapid
moustache. But the most noticeable
thing about him was the expression
of his face. He meant to appear
naughty. Instead he looked inso-
lent.
He was a dude.
Presently another youth swung
around the corner. He was the
counterpart of the first, and their at
tire was precisely similar, even to the
brick-dust gloves. They approached
each other solemnly, and then the
newcomer drawled:
"How are you, my brave boy p
"Eh ? Oh, cawn't say as I'm too
brisk. don't chew know i'm freakish
to-doy.'
"You look bit queer"
"Iaas. I've been in the eating
house here trying to worry down a
oft of chop with some shaudygaff.
How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. you know. / took q
tub this mawning, then tooled me
new cart up the avenue, and had a
good appetoit for breakfast"
'Rathah decent fun"
"Yaas."
''See you at the club later"
Upon which the newcomer, with
face expressive of great exhaustion,
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stood in front Of the hotel and gazsd
indifferently about him. For a long
time he stood there, while THE Sun
reporter remained in the background
regarding him with reverent:aI awe,
and rejecting that the dude was the
only thing in all the world that had
not been interviewed. A little time
passed and then
Il beg your pardon" said the re-
porter.
''Ow?" asked the youth slowly.
Il beg your pardon"
"Oh, said the youth, land after
glancing casually at the reporter he
continued placidly, Il don't remem-
Der to have met you"
''No," said the reporter thoughtful
ly, while the youth gazed upon him
with immense contempt, "but wish
to ask you question or two about
matter Of great importance"