New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-05-01

Nemesis continues 10 pursue the Brooklyn man
on his journey toward matrimonial happiness
And every day or two She catches up with him
and smitcs him. Once did the Brooklyn man
the injustice 10 think that he was 10 blame for
getting into trouble every time he made the
smallest advance toward woman. but it seems
tha, We were in error. II is beginning TO appear
that the Brooklyn man is not free agent in
affairs Of the heart he cannot help himself: blind
fate PUSHES him on 10 his doom. IL il the destiny
Of the Brooklyn man to 60 down before the
BROOKLYN woman; he j. swept before her like
chan before the wind no matter how he may
struggle: it is kisuct: there Is but one hope for
hl,n-ro come across the Bridge and live in Harlem
Let the person who does not believe that II l.
fate which hangs over the Brooklyn man consider
,l,c case of Mr. Pecoll, OF No. - Moorc-st,
who. ms is usual with the Brooklyn lover. has
lust turned mp in the Lee Avenue Police Court
Sooner or later they always land in the Lee
Avenue Police Court. either plaintiffs or de-
PENDANTS; Mr. Pccoi came - plaintiff. II
seems that Mr. Pccoli has long loved Moorc-st
Young lady Of good family, and has paid her such
ardent court that some weeks ago she promised
10 bc his II Mr. Pccoi had been a reader OF
The Tribune he would have known that the Lee
Avenue Police Court was yawnng for him. and
might perhaps have fled 10 this city
in time 20 escape Iis doom, but
h. read only brooklyn papers, which, as is well
known carefully exclude the Troublesome. not to
say rotou., affairs springinG ont OF brooklyn
courtshp and marriage Mr.. Pccoll went on
bndly. fooli.hy thinking that the wedding would
take place on Wednesday of this week, and all Of
the time the lee Avenue Police Court was. to
change the figure, hanging over his head by
single har. But he seems 10 have done all that
he should have done: which brings IN the idea
OF fate On Monday he went into n barber shop
10 have bis hair and beard trimmed for the we'd
ding Mr. Pccoli the poS,csNor of whiskcrS
which were his pride and glory. lie tolI the
b. rbcr 10 Trim them little on each side ana
make them just shade more brd>Eroon-like
Then. while the artist was talking. he went 10
sleep When he awOSe haf-hour later and
looked in the glass his heart stood still. deadly
ton-oral cyclone had done ts devastating work.
Ills proud whi-kcrs wet, swept from the surface
of his face He was clcan-shavcn and the barber
remarked that he thought hc had good thing
for t;uttcnburg that afternoon and ask ii him II
he wouldn't have shampoo and II singc. Mr..
Pccoli tlcn spoke 10 the barber in language which
We cannot print. and rose mp and went 10 the
hons Of the woman ne expected 10 make his wife.
He fooshly hoped that IL would MAKE no dlf-
ference with the plans OF c0nrsc II dd. HE
young woman took one look and then screamed.
Then. with the aid of her mother, she drove him
from the house and told him 10 never come again.
Naturally he turned TO the Lee Avenue Lovers
Retreat He asked for warrant for the arrest
Of the barber But the Judge knew that it would
do no good, and told him 10 so away, aud then
turned to the regular morning cases Of husband
heating while the young men who were being
sued for breach of promise, and those who wanted
writs OF hab,as corpus to secure their brides for
their weddings that evening stood in two long
lines and patiently waited
Let us lyok upon the Brooklyn man in pity
rather than in anger; he cannot help 1t. But can
there be no remedy found? Is there no balm in
Gilead. no misunderstanding. for the man
who dwells at the other end of the Bridge?