Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1884-12-23
VIRTUES TRIUMPH IN A HORSE
CAR.
The short Battle Between y Slight.
built Gentleman and q Burly Masher.

From the New York Sun
gentleman. apparently about forty years Of
age, OF light but wiry build, and rather an alb
sent-mfnded demeanor. sat between two ladies
In 2Sd street car last night at about o'clock.
There were two other occupants Of the car, one
whom was young and rather an attractive wo-
man, who sat directly opposite the gentleman
and his two lady friends The girl, who was
alone was one OF the many plump. brfght-faced
and well dressed working women OF New York,
and her manner was entirely modest and self
possessed. AS the car went eastward across
Attn avenue man of stalwart physique and
rather dissipated face swung through the car.
deposited his fare in the box. and sat down de-
iiberately alongside of the girl She concealed
look which was of partial recognition coupled
with annoyance, and turned her face toward
the window with every appearance of being
nervous and ill at ease The newcomer. who
wore nigh hat light OyercOat. q silyer-tOp-
ped stick, and was entirely at his ease. allowed
his elbow to rest over the arm of the girl. She
moved along foot or so in the seat, and he
calmly followed her. This sort OF thing went
on until they were both up in the corner Of the
car.
Such scenes are not so very rare in New York
as to attract much attention, but this case was
particularly striking on account of the effect it
had upon the escort of the two women on the
other side of the car. He fidgeted nervously
about in his seat as the pantomme went on op-
pOsite him, and the blood slowly left his face
until he was as white sheet. His lips were
compressed, and he wet them constantly with
the tip of his tongue. Every time the easy
going blackguard on the opposite side of the car
ohered a fresh annoyance to the working girl
the blood would slowly mount to the little
mans face. and then slowly recede again. He
wore irOn-gray side whiskers. but the rest of his
face was clean shaven. AS he drew his gloves
Off his hands trembled violently. He folded the
gloves with great nicely and placed them in the
to him quietly, and one put her hand affection
ately on his arm.
IL think" she said, Alfred that we had better
walk the rest OF the way. 1t is very close in
mere. and L would rather be in the air."
She half rose in her seat but he didn't move
He was still glaring at the big man across the
car, who returned his look once in a while with
the most tranquil Indifference imaginable.
Meanwhile the working girl, who had appar-
emily been having quite as much excitement as
the little man opposite her. rose to change her
seat. As she did So the man beside her took
her gently by the arm and pulled her down
into the seat again. Thereupon the little man
sprang to his feet. doubled up his fist pointed
his finger at the man across the car. and said
slowly and with great decision: You internal
scOundrel, il you don't move away from that
ladNIll throw you out of the car
The words were delivered in rather sing
song manner. but there was no doubt about the
earnestness of the man who uttered them. The
big man simply smiled and deliberately turned
around and dropped his hand on the girls arm
again. What followed occupied very short
space of time. The whte-faced and wiry man
pounced upon his bigger rival as hawk does
upon a chicken. There was no attempt at hit
ting or clawing. He jumped at his throat and
twned both of his hands into the breast Of the
mans coat Then there was an instant's strug-
gle. and the big masher lay fiat on his back with
his head out on the platform and against the
dashboard. and his long legs stretching into the
car. Before he could get up the little man had
tossed his cane and hat out into the street
His face was working into extraordinary grimaces
sufficient to alarm Colossus. And as the man
lay on the floor and looked up at it the convic-
ton seemed to enter his soul that he had had
enough. He scrambled awkwardly to his feet
and stood IN the door in some doubt whether
to tackle his assailant or not. while his as
sailant said in the same sing-song and fasettO
voice:
IF you come in this car again will break
your nOse.'
The car had not stopped during the struggle
and the man jumped off and lett his assailant in
full possession. Two of the buttons had been
ripped off of the gallants coat in the scrmmage
and the little man picked them up, presented
one to the girl and put the other in his pocket
with the remark: ''These will do for souvenirs"
The girl said the man had ANNOYED her for
several nights in succession. but she was sure
he would never trouble her again. The little
man gave her cOurtly bow as he left the car
and 1t was noticeable that he trod the floor with
a tip-toed grace and naughty men that belongs
by right to conquerors.
Curious Habits of an ex-senator.
Ex-senator Lyman Trumbull. OF Illinois,
writes Coarie'-Jomnal correspondent from
Chicago, grows more exclusive as he grows
in years. Supplied with enough of the worlds
stores to keep him from anything which would