St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-02-15
A COWBOY FIGHT.
An aged Nan With Science Meets the Bad
Lands Terror.

Lne NlODFdrA country puSiIlstc matters nave
been quiet here until last evening, when Tim
Thomson, the Bad Lands boy, arrived in
town and announced that ne had come up to
see if the report that the Deadwood contin-
gent were dissatisfied with his recent exploit
on the Niobrara was true. Everybody hast
ened to convince him that his conduct was
| all that could have been wished, and to as
sure him that he was most wecou AG3 Dead
wood. AS the night was stormy Ne whole
| population kept within doors, and the sports
were congrega.ed in the La Belle saloon, do
ing their best to make Mr.. Tronsoh's stay
| agreeable. The prize fighters fame had pre-
coded him, and as citizen after citizen was
presented to him and then retired to ''take
him in, - it became evident that the evening
was to be one of grotesque adulation of
THE TERROR
| from Czfin Plate Butte.
| After the big room i'll the rear Of the bar
had been pretty well filed, and all hands had
/ partaken freely, Thomson began to urge
some of the boys to give him little exer-
else. He insisted that he had come up to
| Deadwood out Of pure good will; that he
| liked the town, and that all he wanted as an
inducement to locate permanently was the
assurance that he would not grow rusty. AS
no one wanted to meet him, even in
friendly bout, it was agreed that he should
be entertained at Il chicken fight, and that
match between couple of dogs should come
of later on, if the cur that was missing
could be found. This proposition was re-
ceived- by the crowd with much favor, but
| Tronson looked bored. Three or four Of the
| men who had seen him down on the Mo
brara were very cordial, bat they kept as
near the doors and windows as possible. Tha
chicken fight did not amount TO much, and
TFonson came very near violating the rules
Of etiquette by criticising. with good dea
Of severity. the men and the town that
found any delight in such sport.
When the dogs got at it he manifested
more interest, and when one OF them got tbs
other
BY THE EAR
and began dragging him around the. room
slowly and sullenly he swore that uSHt to
seeing man do that to another he had
rather see one bulldog perform tue act with
another bulldog The winning dog seemed
not to tire OF pulling his yanquished rival
around. His teeth were well set and his
jaws were as solid as quartz cruShers.
Presently there were cries OF Enough"
and tine crowd would have separated the
dogs, but Tronson objected. He held that
the beaten dog belonged to the other and
that no one must interfere with his fun. He
was just engaged in speech or this subject
and in explanation of the rules of warfare
in his locality, when Sam Perkins, the owner
of the under dog, strolled in and looked hur-
richly about. Spying his well-beloved dog il
chancery, he gave the other one a
TEN-MULE- POWER KICK,
and found himself Immediately confronted
by Thomson. The boys closed in on the
couple, for they liked Sam, and feared that
he was on the point of getting into trouble.
Tronsen was swearing mad, and Perkins
himself was doing something in the same
line. brief explanation sufiiced to mollify
both parties to some extent, but Trouson in
sisted that, as they mad been exercising their
chickens and dogs, it appeared mighty
strange to him that nobody would give him
turn. Perkins made sundry remarks calcu-
lated to promote tho valor of the homo
guard, but as they grew more timid and
| Tronson more tantalizing, he at length ex.
| claimed:
blamed if any prehistoric mound builder is
coming here to say that he cleaned out the
town until he's climbed over me. I'm not
slugger, but Eve got science, and IN show
| you what an old man can do.n
A ring was speedily formed, and both men
stripped. The old man danced around like
chicken. Before beginning operations he
had left
HIS WIG AND FALSE TEETH
with the bartender, and when Tronson saw
| him he wanted to know what had become of
the other fellow. The wig and teeth had to
| be produced and put on again before the
new conner would believe that he faced the
! same man. When this had been done the
contestants prepared for business. The old
man pranced up and down, back and forth
| like an agile youth, and Thomson surveyed
| him critically. Some of the DcadWooders
! began to entertain isnealdng hope that
J their man would come of victorious, but
they were doomed to disappointment. The
old man was quicker than his adversary, and
he hit about five times TO Tronson's once,
but, when Tropson did strike, he knocked
Perkins clear over the heads of the men who
were sitting on the floor around the ring.
The old man would recover himself instantly
and be back at work almost before the boys
had got their seats again. This was kept up
for five or ten minutes until both men were
well winded, and Thomson himself suggested
that the exercise had gone far enough. When
Perkins tried to get his wig on he found it
wouldn't fit, and after two or three attempts
TO put his teeth in place he was obliged to
give them up also, saying as he handed them
back to the bartender and drew his coonskin
cap over his lumpy cranium Gle didn't
drag me around by the ear to no great ex-
tent, did he, boys?" II was agreed that he
did not, but as it was then near morning the
party broke up.
Thomson will stay here several davs if the
boys can make it interesting.
Sarah Bernha,dt ske!eton.
Paris letter to the London World.
''Un squclette en-. bon etat, avec toutes
ses cotes A skeleton in good condition.
with all It's ribsl How muchF" And the
crier dwells upon the excellence Of the mer-
chandise, and appeals in vain to the ''ama-
tours " ''Two francs Two francs fftyl
Three francsp' And yet this skeleton, which
was knocked down for half crown at
the Hotel Drouotsthe other afternoon, was
one Of the most famous skeletons OF ancient
or modern times-in fact, no other than the
skeleton which used to occupy the sedan
chair in the vestibule Of Sarah Bernhardts
house at the corner OF the Rue Fortuny,
minding the visitors, according 10 the Epicu-
rcan tradition, that pleasure is flecting and
time inexorable. Poor Sarah Last Monday
she abanoucd her house and ali that 1t con-
tanned 10 her creditors, and took up her
abode in the Rue St. Georges in a furnished
house, where her old friends, the bailiffs, can
only visit her en- amis! and on Tuesday,
Wednesday and Thursday her furniture,
objects Of art and other effects were sold by
auction at the Hotel Drouot, quietly and