Morning journal and courier., 1891-07-17
SHE WOULDN'T HAVE HIM.
hut Her Father Would, BY Gum,
Much TO the Dudes Sorrow.
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Much TO the Dudes Sorrow.
From the Globe e-Democratl
Tho Cairo Short Line passenger from
Paducah had very heavy load of excur-
sionists Sunday, returning home from
Kentucky, where they had been spending
the Fourth. Among the number was a
dapper little man from St. Louis, whose
name is withheld because it would add
nothing to this DER true story He was
very sweet, at least his vanity told him
so. The dude sported lavender pants, q
black silk tennis shirt, a flashy tie, and
wore No. 81 beaver hat. Like all of his
kind, this dude had O mania for breaking
hearts, and made himself conspicuous by
ogling all the ladies ON the train and by
loud remarks drawing attention to him
| self. His forte, though, was promenade
at the various stations where the train
| pulled up. Then he was in his element,
| as he minced along the platform or took
up an artistic pose, as much as to say,
''Look at me, amt l sweet!' Whenever
he approached a woman, be she black or
| white, this foolish dude had some inane
| witticism to crack at her expense.
This conduct continued till the train
reached station this side of Pinckney-
vile, Ill, where long halt was made.
Here was the dudes opportunity. here he
| surpassed all previous efforts in his role as
a railway masher, and here, alas, he was
| overtaken by q vengeance.
On the platform stood an old gray-haired
| gentleman, with stongly marked features,
| and by his side a modest girl of seventeen
i years, neatly and becomingly dressed.
| They were evidently father and daughter.
| The natty little dude spied them as soon as
the train pulled in. Here was his oppor-
tunity, of which he quickly availed him
self. Accompanied by three companions
he walked slowly past the couple, making
some remark as he reached them. The
girls cheeks crimsoned, while an ominous
4 frown gathered on the fathers brow. Un-
aware of their danger, the quartette pro-
ceeded to the station saloon and gleefully
| quaffed their soda, after which each light
| ed a cigarette and retraced their steps to
the train, again having to pass the father
| and daughter. Whether the soda few to
the dudes head and made him more reck-
less than usual, or whether the fact that
the girl was so modest and shrinking that
he thought her lawful game, and as her
| only protector was an old man, no danger
was apprehended, the st. Louis dude grew
bolder as he approached the couple, and
| turning to a companion said, ''This girl
says that she won't have me-"
In a moment the old gentleman reached
forward and grasped the surprised mAsher
by the back of the neck, saying: mo,
by gum, but her father will" and then
proceeded to mop the platform with his
dudeship. Back and forth the natty little
man was dragged, his lavender pants split
up one leg, his silk shirt torn, while his
handsome beaver was hopelessly crushed
as though so much paper. Then, turning
him around, the old gentleman planted q
No. 10 shoe squarely and fairly at the base
of the dudes spinal column, elevating the
little man into the air and landing him off
the platform and helpless wreck. His
three valiant companions had fed at the
first onslaught of the old man, but the
four or five hundred passengers gave him
such an ovation as seldom falls to the LOT
of mortal, the cars fairly rolling under the
applause so heartily bestowed
His dudeship dragged himself away, 6
sorer If not wiser man. Where he hid
himself no one knew, but he was not seen
again until the cars reached the Union de
pot, when he was detected lmping pain,
fully between a standing train, vending
his weary way to the nearest street cal
line.