Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-11-10
TINKLER'S TRIUMPH.

T. Tinker, NJ. d., was II living remind
er Of that paradoXical old saying, "Nou
can't always judge a man by his size. "
The doctor had small body indeed, but
there the small port OF it ended. He might
be ouly "A fragment physically, but he had
mental, moral and spiritual attributes that
were really Erobdimagian. He had "a
sarge practice, too. which afforded him "A
sufficient income.
There was just one dark cloud on the
Tinker horizon-the doctor was passion
ately i'm love, and he had rival. Now,
when the conditions are equal, or perhaps
a little bit i'm your favor, IA rival only
lends interest TO love affair. But with
little DIR. Thinker the case was sadly differ
ent. His rival WIS a giant-a six foot
athlete, whose herculean proportions were
sufficient % excite any woman's admira-
tion, any man envy.
On IA summer evening the diminutive
doctor arrayed himself In purple and fine
linen and determined TO place himself in
the uncertain hands of fate Bella should
decide his destiny. As he entered her
wicket gate his rival emerged from the
doorway, and they passed each other on
the graveled walk The big man looked
down and sneered. The little man looked
up and scowled.
"B,lle, " said the doctor,"I see that fel-
low has been here again.
eyes, Tom, if you mean Mr.. Dixon.
He comes frequently"
"Belle," said the doctor fercely, al
love you"
~ know it, Tom"
"There is no biz idiot on earth who can
l,.,1E Il ,.I,. 4 l..
you"
at is possible, Tom"
"Well2"
"Well, romY"
evil you marry me, Belle Summer
SOM"
She put her hand on his shoulder and
looked at him doubtfully.
~ could almost love you-perhaps do
love you, Tom, butt And she hesitat-
ed and looked at him 30 queorly that his
heart was filed with suspicion.
"What is il, BELIEF" he cried "You
are not thinking of my size surelyS"
~ was, just-you know you are small,
Tom"
at is TOO much !" he exclaimed desper-
ately. "Oh, if could only prove my de
votion by deeds, what would | not un-
small moment" "
"Would youy" she asked eagerly. "Oh,
Tom, | knew you were brave. | throw
myself under your care. have been in
suited"
"lnsultedl by whom'"
She was silent Again asked the doctor
valorously:
"Ohl BY whomF"
"Frank Dixon"
"The villain'
"Dr Thomas Tinker" said she, with
great solemnity, "if you will thrash that
man, ! will marry you any day you say. "
~ will eat him upn' exclaimed the lit
tie doctor, reaching for his hat with fe
rocious movement.
"Stay, Tom"
"Say no more, Belle. 1 will devour
him. The renegade. :" cried the little doc
tor in terrible voice, and he immediate
ly marched out of the house.
sob, merciful heavens, what have 4
donef" cried the unhappy young lady.
"He will he killed | know he will Tom,
come back to me! Come back, Thomas
But her cries were i'm vain. Thomas,
her soul, was already far down the street,
Fastening in pursuit of the unconscious
Dixon.
Miss Summerson, terrified at the unex-
pected consequences of her rashness, seized
her hat and followed determined to save
the doctor at any sacrifice of her own dig
nifty.
The usual village crowd was in front Of
the village hotel. Mr.. Dixon had paused
there and was chatting affably with his
friends when the valiant doctor appeared.
Crank Dixon" cried the breathless
little man, lyon are an intense villaini
will thrash you"
CLAP said Dixon. "Hear it talk now
just hear it, Little boy, run home to
your mamma"
"Prepare! | will pummel you'll give
you warning" cried the little doctor,
and before the astonshed athlete had
time to realize that an assault was about
TO be made upon him Tom Tinker rushed
up and seized him 10y the legs and upset
him on the sidewalk Ii was such sur
prising mode Of attack, and the doctors
movements were SO rapid that Dixon had
no time or opportunity to set himself right
again.
"Aha, wretch will teach you Aha :"
and the little doctor seized the prostrate
man by the hair and fercely pounded his
head against the pavement.
"HelpW cried Dixon. "Take the little
rsvu on lie IL killing mep'