Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-26

| long ago an idea of a dangerous and I'M
| usual practical joke came to him. He is
| an extremely cynical man, and one of
| his pet ideas is that society is sham and
! judges people entirely by their pedigree,
not by their char acter. Being in good
| society himself, he resolved to give re-
ception in his studio, in the way that is
not so fashionable in artistic circles. AT
this reception he introduced to the COM
| pany his niece who had just returned
| from boarding school in Switzerland.
| When the niece was looked upon by the
guests they could hardly restrain their
EXPLANATIONS of admiration. She was,
without exception, the most radiantly
| lovely being that they had
! any of them seen out of
| a picture, and while the men all desired
| to fall at her feet and offer themselves to
| her, bag, baggage and bank, the women
clustered about her and endeavored to
secure her acceptance for all their ap-
! preaching entertainments. The beauty
! was queen of the entire occasion, by
| virtue of her regal beauty and her wit as
well as her marvellous graces of person.
The gathering dispersed, and when the
last guest was gone the artists niece
! dropped into a chair, cooked her heels
UP on the edge of a table and, with
tremendous sigh, said to the painter:
- Well, old boy, your wine was, of
| course, the finest in the market, but now
suppose, just for old time s sake and this
| entirely unsatlsfed thirst of mine, you
quietly work the growler. -
The beautiful niece was the model of
the slums.
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slums of London to see q man beating q
woman. An American sense of chivalry
that is certainly superior to the English
makes this most Infrequent species of
brutality IN the tough quarters of New
| York. | was witness the other night of
an incident that clearly shows the spark
of decency and manliness that glimmers
in the soul Of our worst type of citizens.
l was in one of the cross streets close to
the BOwery at 9 o'clock on Saturday
night. On a beer saloon corner were
collected a group of hard looking loaf
ers, just the sort of young fellows that
make state prisons q necessity and exc
CRADLE whisky an endless source of wealth
to New Jersey distillers. One of these
was amusing himself by bending back
ward the thumb of a small boy who had
evidently done some misChievous thing
deserving this playful sort Of punish
ment. Anyone who has had his thumb
bent backward can realize the pain of
the performance, and can imagine the
ear-piercing shrieks uttered by this
small sufferer as he writhed under the
grasp of his tormentor. The boys
cries were inteTspersed with the name
of "Mollie. - Who FMollie'' could be
it would have been impossible to guess
were il not that the possessor of that
name bounded from the door of a tene-
ment house on the opposite side of the
street and made swiftly for the suffering
boy. Mollie was q tall, strapping and
handsome girl of about seventeen, and
her fine eyes, as she sped to the aid of
the oppressed and downtrodden re-
minded one of Joan of Arc rebelling at
the wrongs of France. Gaining the cor
ner, she grasped the big rowdy by the
shoulder and ordered him to let the boy
go. The command was instantly COM
piled with. Then Mollie raised her hand
and boxed the ears of the astonished
tough most roundly. The muscular
slaps Tesounded over the neighborhood,
and even the policeman that came round
the corner at that moment stopped TO
admire the exhibition. The rowdy
stood up without f1inchiug and received
the blows fairly as they came, uttering
no remonstrance. After a moment the
angry girl desisted in her work and stood
glaring into the eyes of her unresisting
adversary.
s'Now, Jimmy o 'Brien,' - said she in
a firm voice, ''perhaps you IL know
enough not to hurt my little brother
again. You ought to be ashamed of
yourself, you and all these other loafers
with you, to have nothing better to do
than stand out here doing no good in the
world, and some of you with decent sis
tiers and mothers depending on you.
You'll end up in Jail. or worse, see if
you don t. -
The tattered, but stately Amazon
turned away saying this much, and
seemed suddenly frightened at the many
strange spectators of her courage and
womanliness. Grasping her little brother
by the hand she went flying back to the
tenement doorway and disappeared with
out even looking back. The rowdy
smiled beneath the chaf of his COM
panions, and finally, to escape further
derision, invited them all into the saloon.
He was bad citizen, most truly, but it
had never occurred to HIM that he could
strike back the lusty girl who had so dill
igently belabored him.
-.
The Anticipated masher reaches the
highest point of cultivation in the select
est circles of New York society. L have
in mind one perfect specimen of the
breed, an old gentleman of a sporting
turn of mind, an owner of fast horses
and a beau of forty years continuous
practice, who is passing the last eight or
ten years Of his existence in insinuating
his withered charms upon the attention
of the feminine population. The daily |
practice of this gay old wretch Is to sta
ton himself for full hour and peer into |
the faces of the young ladies that pass.
A large dog that scampers about gives an |
excuse for his idling about, as he is sup
posed to be giving the animal an airing. |
It is the custom of the old fellow to |
saunter very close to every woman of |
fine appearance that approaches, look |
carefully into her face and then to watch |
the rear view of her disconsolately |
as she disappears without taking |
notice. What announcement he |
gains from his exertions I am |
unable tn say "a in all the times I have |