St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-06-15
He Evened Up.


Detroit Free Press.
They have a fighting dog in saloon on
Michigan avenue. They not only keep him
to fight any dog in the state for spot cash,
but he furnishes heap of fun to the hang
ers on by the way he picks up such CANNES
as happen to drop inside at the heels of
their masters. 1t is poor week when he
doesn't cripple three or four, and he has
killed several outright. The other day a
roughly dressed man, carrying whip in his
hand and looking like callous-handed son
of toll, entered the place and called for
beer. He was followed by broken
hearted dog of respectable size, and as soon
as the loafers caught sight of the canine
there was much winking and chuckling.
Better send that dog out" suggested
one.
SIS it agin the rules of the house?"
'sNo, but he'll get chewed up"
II don't see anything likely to do it,
though he Amt no fighter"
''rhere's a dog in the back room which
can take him out in ten ticks of the clock, !"
said the bartender.
''Well, dunno. P'raps he might and
p'raps he might'ent William Henry allus
kinder manages to speak along somehow"
NOu JOu lldfC oily OOOJCCelOu W III
bringing in my purp?'
mo, guess not, though never encour-
age dog-fghting.''
The saloon-fghter from the head waters
of fighting creek was united and ushered ill.,.
William Henry was half asleep in the cen
ter Of the room. and the first thing he knew
he was rolled over and over, and something
had hold Of him by the throat. 1t was a
feeting grip, however. The fighting dog
seemed to get hold of something to discour-
age him and he let go and began sneezing
and coughing. Then it was William
Henry's turn, and he sailed in. In three
minutes time he had run the fighter out
doors and across the street and would have
killed him in the gutter il pedestrians had
not interfered.
Say, stranger, how was it done?" asked
the bartender as he picked up the remains
to carry them in.
swell, William Henry hain't no great
fighter, as l told you before, and to kinder
help him out l used about pound of snuff
around his vital parts. Its awful good for
seas, and it sorter evenS up a put-up
thingw
A W0nanss Efforts atPO1iteNess Um-
der Difficulties.
C1ara B0llG III SluCluuuUl
met with Encouragement yesterday
in my career of politeness. Particularly
aniable I felt as [ sauntered out from my
ancestral halls, for this was the first wearing
of brand-new walking costume, which
fitted me so perfectly that the pressure of
no one square inch was perceptibly harder
than on any other square inch. My bonnet,
too, was ingeniously and successfully calcu-
lated to render my head harmonious thing
of beauty. So, as | ambled to an elevated
railroad station, and, as usual to the New
York girl who makes any pretense to Sty-
ish manners, kept a line of masculine ticket
BUYERS impatiently waiting while l slowly
searched for the pocket in the skirt of my
unaccustomed dress, extracted my wallet,
looked between memoranda slips and sam
pIes until l found particular dime, dropped
the coin on the floor, couldn't pick it up
with my gloyed fingers, had it handed to
me by dude, and finally passed through to
a train-during this process, l say, annoy
ing as it may have been to my fellow-pas-
sengers, / felt quite blissful and blithesome.
That was my frame Of mind when | en-
tered the car The vehicle was crowded
I espied one empty seat next window, the
occupied half holding big, handsome. sol
dier-like man. In squeezing past him,
stepped squarely, full weight and consider
able impetus added, right on to one of his
feet There isn't anything else on earth
that makes me sympathize so truly and
deeply with human being as to Jump on
his or her corns. This individual pedal was
extended in my way. tobe sure, and may be
I wasn't to blame for tramping ON it, but,
nevertheless, felt profound regret and I
gazed solicitously into his face to see and
deplore the expression of agony that ex-
pected would transform his countenance
from placidity into something iendish.
II beg your pardon" [ said, as sank
into the seat by his side.
He manifested no attention whatever,
Was he going to treat my apology with
silent scorn? / wouldn't have it so.
ST am sorry, sir, if | hurt you," re-
marked.
sch, miss?" he responded.
ST beg your pardon"
s'For what?''
ST stepped on your foot, you know"
ssBut didn't know, miss. have cork
leg"
He didn't dare to SMILE for he could see
plainly enough that l would have run his
lev ty through and through with my para
oil, but some of the witnesses were out of
my reac, and they ventured to smoker.
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