Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1884-01-18
AN ACTORS MISTAKE.
How Charlie Thorne and DR.. joyce
Were Thrashed by P!ucky
English Officer.
TBoSton letter.

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The departure # Dr. Joyce, author of
"Dedrc." "BlaIi;l," and other novels. for
Europe, calls up vari0u, anecdotes of his Jolly
days. He is how terribly broken in health,
the wreck of what he was, and it is probable
that his ruinel health is largely due t. do
nestle troubles DR.. Joyce had wide ac-
quaintance of lively people, ami among his
numerous friends was the late Charlie
Thorne, the actor. When Thornc was in
town the two We're frequently together, ami
on one notable occasion they We're in the bar
room Of the Revere house, wien the com
mendable spirits of wine did somewhat
arouse the nobler emotions and loosen the
tongue" DR.. Joyce was moved to be elo-
quent upon the wrongs of Ireland which
just then lay heavy upon his soul. Thorne
offered fresh sympathy with every glass,
and the two soon worked each other into n
most hilarious state of virtuouS and indignant
patriotism. "Why. i'll this very harbor,"
cried the doctor at length, ''in the harbor of
Boston, where the British tea was thrown
overheard, is an English ship at this minute;
and British officers are STAYING in this very
house,
Thorne opened his mouth to swear it was a
burning shame, when with patness su5geS-
tive O. old comedy, the door swung open and
in walked two strangers. They We're in citi-
Zen's dress, but it was impossible to mistake
their markedly English appearance ami mill
tary air. Of one nothing further is recorded
than that he was tall and slender; the other
was short aud rather under sized, with light,
dudish whiskers, single eye-glaSs screwed
under his right eyebrow, tiny cane, and a
dandified appearance generally. The pair
walked quietly to the bar and gave their
order, while the two prOclaimers of the
"wrongs Of old Ireland" glared ferociously
at the daring Britishers who presumed to
venture into their very presence The
strangers took no notice, and, finding his
black glanceS of no effect, Thorne made a
theatrical stride towards the little dandiiie'!
newcomer. "Drink with mer he demanded,
in the peculiarly offensive fashion Of a
drunken bully who is determined to pick a
quarrel IL beg your pardon" the other re-
piled politely, but with a good deal of the
British drawl, 'I-aw-am drinking with my
| friend. Some other-aw-time-s he
| pleased, 'm-aw-S,lre." "When | ask n
man to drink with me-" Thorie blustere
| tipsily, drawing himself back in a citing
attitude, damn him. he's got to DRINK
| The little Britisher looked at his big OPP
ponent quietly, then quietly struck ont
straight from the shoulder. The buly's head
lurched over into dish of oysters which
| graccd the bar, and sudden babble of cries
and oaths rent the air. The plucky little Of
ficer, without the slightest apparent emo
ton, turned to drink his ale, VIII II DR..
Joyce, more excited over the wrongs of old
Ireland than ever, advanced to the fray,
fourishing his thick walking-stck like a
shillalah The Englishman raised his cane
like flash, tapped the burly poet upon the
wrist wrenching the big stick away, and
flung it over his shoulder. Crash! 1t went
into the midst of big mirror. The con
fusion was by this time indelcribable The
barkeeper summoned the proprietor; Thorn
struck out again to be n second time tipped
into the oysters; DIR. Joyce delivered a mum
| Der of opinions far more emphatic than po
etc; while all the bystanders lent a hand al
increasing the general din.
| In the midst of all this riot the little dand
fled Britisher was as calm AID unmoved as a
clock When the landlord appeared he said
politely, but with perfect nonchalance
Sorry for the ow-broke--aw--mirro
charge it in the bill" He finished his ale
paid his scot, and ignoring the continued bah
protestations as utterly rs if they did not ex,
ist, he turned upon his heel and walked ont
with his friend. Now, who in thunder,
queried the landlord as the door swung to he
hind the retreatng couple, twas fool enough
to interfere with hims Do you know who il
is!' NO" shouted the crowd, open mouthed
"who is it" "Why, that is Capt -; he.
one of the crack athletes of the British navy
,k.,l l..
showed signs of scttin, back into the oyster
dish for third time. Louis James took
Thorne's place on the stage until his bruise.
could be hidden with paint, while as for DR.
Joyce he probably relieved his feelings in al
entirely new and remarkably spirited lyric
upon the wrongs of Ireland.
Capt. ThOrne Meets Many Friends.
New York SUM-
A PlattsburS, N. ". man came to town
not long ago, tooka walk to the Bowery where
he met bunko men who relieved him of $50.
He went back to Plattsburg and related hi,
experience Capt. Thorne, of Plattsburg
heard the story, and, when he brought boat
load of lumber to the city, few days ago
he determined to keep an eye to windwart
for the land sharks
While the boat was being unoaded at Mot
Haven the captain went down to Washn /:
ton market to order supplies. On Greenwich
street man shook him by the hand, calleC
him Mr.. Lowe, and expressed pleasure at see
ing him.
II amt Mr.. Lowe" said the captain; "Pn
Mr.. Thorne, Of Plattsburg"
Soon afterward another man approached
the captain and called him by name. They
ST. ook hands.
"How are the folks." said the newcomer
"Pretty good, ;" replied the captain.
"Having pleasant times in town." contin
ued the stranger.
"rm meeting lots of friends" said the cap
tain.
"Who are theyr the man asked.
"Well," said the captain, 'there's you ant
another bunko man, and"
The stranger did not wait.