St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-08-12
A DECEPTIVE DUDE,

The Man Who Frolicked With
Him Got Somewhat Damaged.
Detroit Free Press.
At the foot OF Bates street police
man found young man sitting on a
barrel with both eyes bunged up, his
nose knocked out of shape and mouth
full OF loose teeth. All was over before
he got there, but some of the crowd
still fingered, and boy undertook to
explain matters.
I'VE was all a-sittin' here" he began,
"when that Teller there, whose name is
Jim, and who thinks he is bad, got hum
CRY to fight some one. He got so hum
grv that he almost cried"
Wanted to fight, did hep" queried
the officer.
Yes, the awfullest way. He sassed
about SIX men, but they wouldn't stop.
He just cried because two great big
loafers wouldn't pitch inter him and let
him throw hisself. BY and by dude
of a chan KEN along. He seen his
bewtiful pants! He was a-lookin fur
the Mt. Clemens boat, We know" ;az
"Yes, and what happened"
"Why, Jim begins to smile as soon as
he sees the little dude, and we who
knows Jim knows that sunthin' was up.
The chapDie he comes up, rests one of his
patent feathers On that there box, and
says: 'Fellahs, Pm lookin' fur the Mt.
Clemens boat. we knaw.' With that
Jim jumps up and wants to know who
dares call him fellah."
Wanted to pick fuss. suppose?"
observed the officer.
she did. He wanted to pick mortal
combat. He meant to break that little
dude right in two and use the pieces fur
fish bait. The little chappie looks at
Jim in weary way, and puts up an
eyeglass like this, and says: 'Aw, me
deah fellah, it's custom. we knaw, but l
beg paWdon. Does the-aw- boat leave
from this dock?' He looked mighty
scarf. and that encouraged Jim, and jim
he begins to cusS and blow"
''Stlll anxious, eh?"
1.-The anXiouSeSt kind of anxious. He
feels that he has got to tackle that dude
or chaW rag, and as starter he haUlS
of and spit terbacker juice on the little
ones shiny shoes. Mebbe he expects
the dude to run away, but he didn't fly
with cent. He stays right there, and
looks Jim all over and smiles and says:
Me dean fellah. will you kindly take
your handkerchief and remove the-aw
we knawT"
'buU JlIu ulun reInOVe!' Querleu Tie
officer.
"Becher life he didn't! He jest looks
all around to see if there's copper in
sight. and then he reaches out and tries
to poke his finger into the little ones
eye. He don't git there, however.
Chappie jumps back and says: 'Weally,
me deah boy, L cawn't put up with such
familiarity, boucher w-cawn't pos
sibly do it! If you go to froIic with me
l shall be obliged to hurt We. doncher
knaw?'"
And then, of course, Jim sa lied int
ash him?
sa"Of course. Spit OH his hands and
fuiled in to wreck chappie's bloomin'
IN ture, but sunthin' happened. The
little Teller drops his cane, puts up his
dukes and in one blessed mint Jim was
licked man. Chappie skips around
him, and climbs over him. and fights
two-handed, and by and by he
swings fur the jaw, and Jim goes over
that box and falls asleep like bloomin'
summer even. and it wasn't two minits
ago that he opened his bloomin' eyes"
but about the dude?" r.
"Oh. he stops mint to pick up his
cane and shake a wrinkle outer his
pants. and then goes off sayin': Sorry
to do it, We knaw, but | weakly had to.
Wanted to poke me III the eye, doncher
see, and / nevah allow lt-neyah. Eel
lahs, au revoir.'" Q=s