, 1888-06-28
ED STOKES TWISTS A NOSE.
THE SLAYER OF JIM FISK sQuEEzEs THE
BEAK OF A BROKER.

New YORK, June 15.--The Hoff-
man cafe, in Beaver street,
was the scene OF hot fight shortly af-
ter noon to-day. The fight was for
blood, and was witnessed by upward
of 100 excited spectators, many stock
brokers being in the crowd. There
were also number of we'll dressed
women in the place at the time. The
property, No. 8, Beaver street, adj
joining the Hoffman cafe, be-
longs to William Trumbridge, of
Brooklyn. He is the proprietor OF the
st. George hotel in that city. Mr..
Edward s. Stokes rented the premises
at No. 8 from Trumbridge, but some
dispute about the repairs and altera-
tions arose, and Mr.. Stokes refused 20
take the property. He was to have
used it as an annex to the cafe. Mr..
Trumbridge then began suit against
Mr.. Stokes and Cassius Reed of the
Hoffman house, for $50 900 for the rent
of the premises. The suit was decided
in the supreme court of Brooklyn this
morning, and Mr.. Trumbridge was
awarded $l262.17. When Mr.. Stokes
heard that the case had been decided
against him he was angry. He con-
sidered that he had been mulcted by
Mr.. Trumbridge, and, it is said, started
out on still hunt for that gentleman.
Mr.. Stokes went to the Hoffman cafe
at the hour when the well known res
taurant was full of business men and
brokers intent upon bracing up for
their afternoons labors. He didn't
expect to find Mr.. Trumbridge there.
and he did not find him. Be did run
across his son, however, Young Trum-
bridge, who is well-built man, is a
broker on the street and formerly ran
a flourishing bucket shop. Mr.. Stokes
was still feeling the sting of his legal
defeat, and the presence of his adver-
sary was like waving red flag in the
face of a bull. There was few mo.
ments' pause, and then spectator
who was standing in doorway saw
Trumbridge leave his position near the
curbstone and advance toward Stokes.
What was said by either was not
heard by any one, but Stokes said
the little broker Missed an insulting re-
mark at him. Quick as a flash Stokes
sprang forward. His right arm was
extended until his hand reached the
glowing nose of Mr.. Trumbridge. The
latter tried to recoil, but he was too
late. The long,dainty fingers fastened
themselves like ice tongs on the others
beak. and then began a nose.twisting
and pulling spectacle, such as the fire.
quenter of Welle's building never saw
before. The broker squirmed like an
eel. His cries were ear-splitting, and
his face assumed the hue of a great
red beet He wriggled and squirmed
in the vice-like grip until
he sank to his knees and
groveled on the walk. In less time
than it takes to relate it, several hun
dred lawyers, brokers and men about
town, We're congregated on the side.
walk. How long this exciting nose
twisting and pulling might have con-
tinued it is difficult to state. Just
when it was most exciting, truck.
man, named Leddy, elbowed his way
through the crowd and parted the
combatants. AS soon as ever Mr..
Stokes fingers were forced apart,
great stream Of dark red blood spurted
from the nostrils of the little broker,
and in few seconds the pavement for
several feet was hidden beneath
shower of Mr.. Trumbridge's life cur.
rent.