Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-11-08
THE DUDE WAS A WOMAN.
She Got Into Trouble While Seeing the
City by GaSlight.

She Got Into Trouble While Seeing the
City by Gaslight.
PHILADELPHIA, November T.-The last
strains of the Manor" waltz bad died away
in Balls gilded saloon at No. 72O Lombard
street tonight, when The inmates were
startled by loud "Ha! hal" which ended
in Bravo, my boy, walk right ill.," Then
the small doors swung wide open, and in
strobe a middle-aged, Jolly looking man,
exquisitely dressed, wearing shining high
hat and carrying heavy, handsome cane.
By his side, running TO keep up with him,
was cute little bit OF humanity in tight
fitting trousers pointed shoes, short
light overcoat, derby hat that revealed
evenly cut bangs and, in fact, everything
that would warrant at first sight the YER
dict, dude"
Here, Walter" said the big man, snap
ping his fingers, Whisky and lemon"
Sherry for me" piped a queer little
voice.
The colored proprietor turned quickly
from his desk and inquired:
"Is your friend of age, sirp'
well, you Just bet on it, and slsppipg
the mite on the shoulder he asked "Aren't t
you of ass2'
well, | should SMILE" cane the answer,
with laugh, and the little one drew deep,
ly on, q lighted cigarette and sent out
rings of smoke.
We'll, l don't believe it" said Ball,
and won't sell him the liquor"
"0h, well, what's the oidsY' said the
big man.
What's the odds?' squealed his p,otege,
and out they went together.
Something 10 crooked these" said Ball
as be put on his hat and followed them up
Lombard street to Eighth. There they
were confronted by huge Nineteenth Dis,
tIict policeman, who, at the request of Ball,
stopped them and marched them to the
station house.
"Well, nov, I'd ike to know what this is
fol" said the big man.
Search them" was the Lieutensut's rs
ply. The middle aged man colored and vas
perspiripg freely as BE leaned over to the
house Sergeant and whispered hoarsely:
"My God, she is q woman
The house Sergeant started back dunn
founded. The ltle woman in Hale attire
buried her face in ksr hands and sobbed.
"Now, for Gods sake, don't lock US upl
ssid the big man desperately. This httle
girl Just got herSslf up in these togs be
cause she wanted to see the city BY gas
light. just telephone the Mayor, won't
your / sm al intimate friend of his. Tel
him"-snd then the stranger hesitated
"0h, well, tell him its Anthony j. Lechler
OF No. 1913 North Eighteenth street"
Tue houpe Sergeant vas obdurcte, how
ever, and said they would have to 90 in the
cells. Then the would-bs boy shrieked il
real womanly tones, while her companion
implored her to keep quiet, and said be:
name was Mary Smith, and that sbe lived
at No 1920 North Eighteenth street She
was half carried to the cells, aud hardly
bad the iron door clanked behind bel
yhen drunken woman FROM South stree
yelled "Hovly mother to be kept in tht
same cell with Q man" The agitated Ser
geaut explained the matter to her anC
peace again reigned.
Late to might bail was entered before {
magistrate, and Mr.. Lechler and his corn
panion we're released, 10 oappssF to morrow
Lechler Ia manager ofa large foundry a
Thirteenth and Pine streets.