The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1888-07-25
WHIPPED BY A WOMAN.
The Deserved Punishment Of a
Chicago Dude,
WHILE A CROWD APPLAUDS
The Plucky Act Of the Young Lady
She Breaks ParasOl Over the
Head of Her InsuItcr aud
Makes Him Pay For 1t.

CHICAGO, July PA nattily attircd
young dude stood against one OF the
pillars beneath the arched entrance to
the Columbia Theatre at O'Clock last
night. He was out for the dual purpose
Of displaying his store clothes and max
mash. His lavender.colored panta-
looms were fashionably baggy. From
the button holes Of his stitlly starched
linen vest dangled Il monstrous yellow
chain, his throat was hidden from view
behind u mountain.high choker, and his
shallow pate was surmounted by n
shining hand-me-down beaver tile. He
was sportively twirling bamboo cane
between bis fingers and playfully Ogling
the young ladies' passing on that side Of
Monroe street.
Presently two young ladies turned the
corner OF Clark street and leisurely
walked east toward Dearborn street TO
catch Il north-bound grip. The one
iarthest from the curb carried r modest
ivory-handled silk parasol in one hand
and II music roll in the other. The two
finally
GOT ABREAST OF THE DUDE.
"Ah, there" chirped the counter
hopper.
The lady next to the curb nudged her
companion. The latter returned the
nudge, and thus, mutely enough, the
plan OF high carnage was agreed upon.
The miss with the parasOl and music
roll stopped short.
The dude misinterprsted this rs
sign OF encouragement and advanced.
The lady smiled sweetly. The dude
graciously returned the smile. He did
more, he bristled up alongside the lady
and offered her his arm. Her parasol
was transferred from her left to the
clutch of her right hand. She was still
smiling swectly, and casual observer
might have thought that the last move
was actuated by desire on the part OF
the fair one to free her left arm so as to
link it with the dudes right. But Miss
Dignity's little parasol was bent on an
other errand.
SHE GRAsrED TIE HANDLE FIRMLY,
stepped back pace or two, raised her
sun-protector high in air, and brought it
down with all the concentrated strength
OF her little arm, full across the head OF
the gushing and surprised young
masher. The parasol furrOwcd its way
through the shining silk hat and found
final lodgment on his skull. A more
miserable and withal pitiable, spectacle
than this cifeminate young man pre-
sented ut that moment il would be
hard to ConjurG up. A crowd soon en-
Circled the combatants and there was no
avenue Of retreat. Again and again was
the little parasol poised aloft. Again
and again did it descend with resOund-
ing crashes upon the unprotected head
OF the unhappy masher. But parasols
are not as serViceablc rs mallets when
put to such usage, and the frail thing
finally sucCumbed.
The jagged handle OF the parasol was
all that remained in the hand OF the
pluCky little female.
Her trim little figure bent over the
form OF her vanquished foe, and between
her firmly set teeth she hissed:
"This parasol cost me s.. intend TO
make You replace it,"
She extended her glove encased hand.
The demoralized fool readily plunged
down into the depths OF his pocket, $40
bill was brought to the surface, and in
turn placed into the hand Of his righte-
ously indignant antagonist.
The little woman handed the bill to
the special policeman stationed Mt the
Columbia, and badc him have it chang
ed. The latter ran into Hannah & Hogs
saloon, and moment later returned
with the change.
With "Thank you, kindly, sir" the
fair one took the money, tossed two sill
yer dollars ut her ingloriously vanquish-
ed insulter, smiled satisfactorily at the
crowd, joined her companion, boarded
her car, and journeyed on us though
nothing had occurred.