The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-07
AN INTERNATIONAL FIGHT.

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 AN INTERNATIONAL FIGHT.
 Luke Sharp, in Detroit Free Press
 There may be men living in Arizona or Texas, or south Africa, who do moi know where Starch Green is. For the information of such persons l must ex. plain that 1t IS near Shepherds Bush But on the other hand there may be per sons in the interior Of China, or Siberia or Patagonia who never heard of Shep- herds Bash. The Bush is in the extreme west of London.
 From a tavern in Starch Creen-I think may say from the tavern in Starch Creen-there leaves several times an hour omnibuses that go to the bank. Once when looking for a Starch Green bus enquired the way and a man told me to go along till came to the Queen of England, when would find Bank bus The reply rather startled me until ! found that the Queen of England was the tavern the buses started from, and that's how l came to remember the name of the old-fashioned hostely. At the tune l was there the proprietor kept quite a number of larks in cages hanging around the place, and their sweet and clear notes almost made one forge: that the place was a Green no longer, and that the Bush had vanished ages ago.
 like riding on bus tops, and a seat on the knife board beside a sociable driver is not to be despised.
 The ride from Starch Green to the Bank, on fine summers morning, is a most inspiring one. You go along the Goldhawk road, then into Bayswater, go- ing north of the celebrated Holland house and park, along by kensington gardens and Hyde park on the right and mansions on the left; next into Oxford street, always crowded, busy and interest ing, past the general posioffice and through Cheapside to the Bank
 One morning invited friend who was stranger in London, to view this unequaled panorama. When we reached Starch Green, and although several per- sons were seated along the top, the knife board seats were empty. This pleased me and reached out my hand for the strap, preparatory for climbing over the front wheel.
 gruff1y, holding back the strap instead of offering 1t to me, as they generally do.
 Who has taken them 7"
 "Gen1'man down the road"
 Nonsense. If a mans not here to occupy his seat he will have to lose it. that's all"
 put my foot on the hub, grasped the edge of the knife board, while the driver grasped the situation.
 Here, Bill. :" he shouted to the guard. Here's cove as"
 Bill sprang to the rescue, and seized me by the coat-taiis Ali them seats is taken, an 'as been for years. Come down"
 Oh, you go to Jericho, will you, and let go my coat. Remember your saoush is just on level with my foot"
 AOh, you won't come down, eh, 'eh there" With that he gave me a t~ist that made me lose my grip, and down came. suddenly, on the road. Next in- stant he was on his perch behind the bus. He hit the side of it slap with the leather strap that he hangs on by and of they went to the bank while i"was left lamensing."
 That's what would call defeat,' said my friend.
 Its what call an outrage" cried. Did you ever hear the like of that? A public conveyance, too. believe could recover damages for that sort of usage"
 should think by your dusty look that you had damages enough already,
 "Oh, that's an old joke. They cer- tainly have no right to refuse a person an empty seat in public conveyance"
 Nnuv hat te the case" answered my friend, who is a lawyer. They did not refuse you seat. There were other seats you could have taken and welcome. But you insisted on one particular seat. Now, haven't they as much right to allo~ seat to be en- gagged as a railroad company has to paste the word engaged over a com partment widow?n
 The next bus drove up, and, after dusting myself of, climbed on it. The stable-boy seemed to have given the guard the tip, for he busted himself in arranging the cushions in front which needed no arrangement, and when vent to step into the knife-board seat he planted himself squarely before me, and said, all four front seats were taken.
 With suppressed emotion stated my determination to have that seat.
 sWho ever card of such . thing ?'' gvewied the fat old driver. The guard was firm, and just as l was making up my mind to fling him from the bus my friend said:
 @I'd give it up for to-day if were you. Sue the company m be your counsel. No assault and battery business. Don't look well in the paper next day. Besides. you were not built for psgilisan." So sighed, sst down and gave up the good 6ght.
 Sl believe, coachman, Mr. Edwards kas had that seat for six years nov ?s ed tAe passenger next the driver to that iadividual.
 sYes, sir, he 'ad indeed, sir," wheezed tAe old driver indignantly. sSix yean ce0e ner June:: sir. And old Mir. nishep-.ycu mow old ME. Bishop on