The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1895-11-22
THE LAST WAS THE WORST.
A Man Runs From Footpads to Fall In
the Hands of a Doctor.

A Man Runs From Footpads to Fall Into
the Hands of n Doctor.
Ono night clubman, who may be nam
| ed Goodman without missing his nature
very much, was on his way homo when n
| curious series of adventures was encoun-
| tered.
Crossing Clark street bridge somewhere
| about midnight he noticed a man ahead of
him, standing and leaning over the rail.
Behind him camo another man, walking
his own gait and apparently in no hurry
| to reach his destination.
Goodman thought of footpads, but rs he
| never had been held up he tried to forget
the danger.
But it would not be forgotten. Tho
leading figure Strengthened up as he near
| ed 1t, and the man behind approached with
a quicker pace.
| fHold on therel Give up!' command
| ed the man in front.
"Hit him hard, JIMMY" said the man
| behind.
Goodman could not get forward nor
back, and his escape on all sides was cut
off. No other pedestrian was in sight, and
| no platoon of police marched strongly into
| view as they should when virtue is imper-
| lied.
Goodman Is not q fighting man, SO he
| considered partial surrender, but he is a
.prudent and q ''forehanded" man, SO he
| concluded not to yield up all his money.
"What do you fellows want?" he de-
manded.
"Your money and your watch"
"Well, " running his hand in his trou-
sers pocket and fishing out So, "here's my
money; take it. don't want row."
"Give up everything. Amt you got any
moro than that?" The tone was seornful
! and brutal 1t stung the freeman in him,
| and, instantly, like flash, he struck one
| swift but unstrained blow at the footpad' g
jaw.
"I'ye got that much more, " he ejacu-
| lated, following 1t up with a swing at the
| neck.
Both blows reached and the fellow went
! down, his handful of silver scattering to
the bridge floor and rolling off in the river.
But the rascal behind, against whom no
| guard could be made, sprang forward and
swept fierce blow with slungshot. The
vicious weapon caught Goodman on the
| cheek, cutting cash and staggering him,
but not knocking him down.
He stumbled forward, yelled, gained his
| footing and sped like a deer across the
| viaduct and down into the better peopled
section of North Clark street.
The robbers did not follow him, and,
while regretting the blood which flowed
| from cash in his face, he congratulated
| himself ON q watch and a roll untouched
by the heathen.
Calling cab, he got in and was driven
| to physician whose sign he remembered.
The doctor had gone to bed, but he rose at
the call of duty, lighted his office, put
| Goodman in the chair and dressed his
wound in about five minutes. 1t needed
| no stitches. Only three strips Of surgeon s
plaster and wad of absorbent cotton were
required.
But his bill was $40.
"Whats" demanded the victim, out Of
all patience with his fortune.
"Ten dollars" said the doctor calmly.
Goodman paid it, and then, in a fever OF
hurry, gathered his hat and coat and start
| ed swiftly to the door.
"Where are you going?" asked the doc
tor curiously.
"Back to the bridge" said Goodman,
with deep feeling You're bigger rob-
Der than the two I escaped from. Chi
caso Times Herald.