St. Paul daily globe., 1893-02-19
"sKINGEY,s" SLIGHT MISTAKE

He Intended to Wipe Up the
Earth With Dude, but Failed.
They were standing on Ridge avenue
yesterday afternoon, says the Philadel-
phia Press-a crowd of tOughS, all claim
ing residence in the near vicinity.
Brave fellows, too, if one may judge
from the language that they used.
Work? Oh, yes! They work-work
the "growler' all day if you are kind
enough to put up the little TO-" as they
comprehensively express it. 1t was just
after they had procured the necessary
and had returned from behind freight
car, where each in turn had taken his
pulp from the kettle, the handle OF
which had long since-departed. One
answering to the name OF "Skinsey'
was particularly brave.
"Oh! 1 cud just enjoy scrap now,"
he murmured. Pm jest itchin' fer
somebody ter hit me. SO es | kin swipe
him all over de earth. Wsht some
body would say something to me-"
Nobody seemed inclined to oblige
him,
II amt had scrap today" continued
l feel like cud jist put me fist clean
through some soak"
Still no one volunteered to accommo-
date the bloodtnirsty rounder.
Just then tall, slender young man,
attired in the latest fashion and with
the slightest trace of down on the place
where a mustache usually vegetates.
sauntered up the street. "Skinsey"
spied him half block away.
"Git on to his dudelets" he shouted.
"Oh, git on to de Will Wait an see me
have some fun with him."
The young man approached slowly,
entirely Ignorant of the fact that any
body was waiting to have some fun
with him. AS he neared the group,
"Skinsey" walked to the center of the
pavement and placed himself directly
across the path of the dude. The dudes
else at the time and did not notice the
terror until he ran against him.
''Ah! beg pardon" he said politely.
tits wonder you wouldn't look out
where yef agoin'!' exclaimed "Skln-
sey," gruffiy.
THAT is what thought was doing"
replied the dude, mildly.
You dudes think you owns the
streets. youse do" continued ''Skiu-
sey,n "but you kin iist bet amt a-goin'
ter let any dude feller queer me. see?"
The dude eyed him in astonishment.
'Are yer gOin' ter 'pologiZe for run
nin' inter me?" demanded "Skinsey,"
threateningly.
II think offered all the explanation
necessary"
well, yer didn't; see? AM if yer
don't I'll smash yer"
The dude looked rather foolish, but
not bit scared.
Eyer ant a.goin' ter 'pologize. eh?"
exclaimed "Skinsey." Then take
thatp' and he aimed blow at the dudes
face.
But the dude didn't take it. He neat
ly parried the blow, threw'down his
walking stick and sailed in. Both his
fists shot out at once, aud the next in
slant 'Skinsey" rolled down the pave
ment into the gutter. Not one of the
gang dared interfere. They all stood
by in silent astonishment.
The young man waited awhile for the
terror to come to time, and then, as
"Skinsey" showed no further disposi-
ton to fight, secured his stick, and, turn
ing to Skinsey, said:
Pm really sorry, you know. l didn't
really want to fight, but you forced me.
However, here is 10 cents; have one on
me-" And he Sauntered off.
"Skihsey" slowly gathered himself to-
gether and looked after his conQueror
in astoplshment. Then, with a sickly
smile playing over his features, he pro-
ceeded to do the elegant with the dime
left by the dude.