The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-04-25

barrel Tor tlme the man, WIN fatnef /
silly wink at the other loungers near by, |
walked over and thrust a straw violently |
up the nose of the doing boy. 1t evil
IDENTIFY did not convey pleasant impress
sion, for the lad sprang into the air with
a shower of Spanish, English and French |
curses, only to be greeted with roar of
laughter from the big mans friends. |
The boy ragged for a moment, shook his
fist at his tormentor and presently gave
way to his somu1lence. The man re-
peated his first performance with the
straw with an appearance of great relish,
but he suffered for it. AS before, the
boy jumped wildly, but no sooner had
his feet touched the earth than he whisk-
ed out penknife and, putting it to his
mouth, seized the large blade with his
teeth and yanked it open. The gesture,
with the cleaning teeth and passionate
anger of the child, made him look like a
snarling wolf. Before the man knew
what was coming the boy sprang on him
as a cat springs on mouse. The man
threw the child away from him. The
boy fell heavily against post, struggled
to his feet, aud then, without a backward
glance, was off like the wind. turned
and found that the crowd of loungers
had gathered around the big bully, whose
face had turned to a sort of notified pal
Ter, and who was clinching his left wrist
in his right hand. The dark, almost
purple blood oozed from between his
fingers, aud he was evidently deeply
stabbed. He didn't speak, but his bead
like eyes were rivcted with an expression
of ferocity on the corner around which
the boy had disappeared in his flight. 1t
is my impression that the boy escaped
none too soon.
DIFFERENT SCENE.
This scene was in strong contrast to
one that saw from my balcony two days
ago About four o clock in the afternoon
here it is the Gus ON of the women to
come out into the open air and lean over
their balcony OF stand at the gates chat
ting with one another. If the day is
warm-as the day before yesterday hap
pened to he, nearly every body on the
street is out of doors. The children play
quietly together, tue negro servants COS
sip gigglinsly, and their mistreSses smile
greetings on every hand. The door OF
the opposite house opened shortly after
t. and the "laydy' strolled out. She
wore morning gown of light color and
texture, aud her feet We're clad in com
Portable slippers. After a leisurely glance
around she folded her handkerchief
slowly, placed it on the railing of the
| piazza-the floor of which was four or
ii We steps from the ground-an resting
her elbows on it, leaned for half an hour,
staring amiaby and complacently at
nothing.
Presently tramp hove in sight. He
was sedate aud tranquil tramp, and he
wandered along, looking with an air of
entire approval at the residents who
| were enjoying the air. He arrived at the
honse opposite, looked at the comforta-
BILE little woman on the piazza, and, after
thinking it over for moment, stopped,
removed his hat, aud half leaned, half
sat. against the gatepost. He placed his
hat on the ground beside him, and being
at last comfortably disposed to begin his
plea, said, deliberately:
"Its curious how things II run agin a
man who ANT done nothin' agin God or
man goin' on his forty-six year, but ez
tried fur to do his duty like man. Look
at me'-aud SO on in the usual strain.
When he had got through with his mar
rative the woman on the piazza moved
to a little more comfortable position and
rested her chin on one of her plump
h,ndS. She looked at the tramp with an
interested air and he looked up at her
with grave respect. The story went on
and on until | thought it would never
stop, and still the woman listened polite
ly. When it was finished she said slowly
"Seems to me that things have been
goin' very hard with you
"They has, indeed. laydy,' said the
tramp. She contemplated him moment
more, and then, rousing herself with an
effort. she disappeared into the house.
She was gone long while. but the tramp
had no misgivings, apparently. for he
hummed quietly as he gazed at his tat
tered trousers, and indolently swung his
his bat Then the little woman strolled
slowly ont again with a coin, which she
dropped into the mans outstretched
hand, and then resumed her pose on the
piazza
"Thank you, laydy; may you never
WANT muttered the tramp, quietly.
Then, as he put on his hat, Its pleas
ant day"
"Yes,'' said the lady, sleepily, ''It's a
mighty pleasin day
Plenty of time here. No one hurried.
Time was made for slaves.
| That Dirty Dandruff.