Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-08-04

overbearing that night and taught him
a few things which I'm sure he has new
er forgotten. He kept trying to give me
the worst of it for some time and called
him down.
Sullivan said l, 1 know you're
big fellow, and know you're champion
of the world, but you can't run over me.
I'll usbmaul the life out Of you on thau
thing if you dare to utter the smallest
syllable in the language, in my presence
ence.'
HE saw that l meant it, but he was
drinking and he said: Bah!
"The word was hardly out OF his
mouth before l had him. 1t was ter
rife uppercut l gave him. lie was
pretty plucky and he made a dive Tor
me. I saw him coming with his big
fists. but l just held my ground.
waited until he was just ready 10 strlke
when l let drive again. That dld the
work
when l got through with him jim
Corbett wouldn't have known him.
was SO thoroughly aroused that there's
notelling what might have done nam
1t occurred to me that it was better not
TO main a man for life. He was per
feet sight. | helped them put him IN
the ambulance and then said to the TEL
lows standing around: He'll know VINO
to tackle next time
Sullivan aelways liked me better after
that. Of course he was in the hospital
three weeks and had to cancel a lot OF
good dates, but he seemed to appreciate
what | had done for him. He hunted
me up to take drink with him when he
got well"
The impressive narrative was shut on
st this thrilling juncture by a very vio-
lent interruption in the shape of big,
bold, bad looking man, with very red
eyes, puffed cheeks and a very pro-
nOunced odor of bad whisky, who hurled
himself into our midst with the yig0r OF
a small cyclone and, with a string OF
dreadful oaths, declared his ability TO
whip anything that breathed, and his
intention Of severely chastising any man
that offended him by so much as batting
an eye.
Pm the human tornado" he shouted,
and I'm looking for a scrap with the
human pile driver they told me was in
here! Where's he? Where's he?"
There was profound silence The tor
nado glowered at us and gritted his
teeth in frenzy of Impotence and
bloodthirstiness.
Our eyes turned instinctively to the
brave man. He had risen and had
backed into a corner, preparing to leap
upon his victim we felt. In a moment
the blood Of the tornado would be orna-
menting the walls and some of us would
be carrying his injuredremains from the
room.
Come on, missed the tornado, with
ing in an agony Of Impotence to tear
some one to pieces.
Come on Waltz up and give the
human tornado a chance! A-a-h, just
gimme chancel Gimme a chance,
Where's he-where's the people killer,
the human pile driver-wheres he?
Lemme Sc him"
He was simply sizzling with red hot
fury and he executed a sort Of war dance
as he stood there waiting, giving at the
same time a very thrilling imitation OF
knocking a man out.
We were pale with the excitement Of
the awful moment and stood up to see
the bloodshed. Even in the intense eX-
element of the moment remember TO
have thought how sorry l was that the
poor. misguided tornado should have
walked blindfolded to his own apnihila-
ton.
The moment had come. Our eyes
wandered from the tornado to the bravo
mans corner.
1t was empty
If all the truths in the Bible should in
a moment be proven fallacies, if all the
traditions OF the ages, the PHILOSOPHERS
of the sages and all the truths OF our
parents should at one stroke be swept
away, the establishment with which 1
should receive the revelation would be
game compared to that felt at this mo-
ment, Yet did not in hasty glance
through the window see a rapidly re-
treating form bearing q strong resem-
0lance to the brave man?
Would the heavens fall next?
The tornado boiled. With each mo-
,ment his mighty wrath gained volume
He shouted, he cursed, he rayed, he
begged plead, prayed for fight.
At last the nervous little man with the
mustache moved impatiently. He
stepped to the front.
Young man." he said in low voice
You are too noisy. We've had enough
of yOu-get OUT"
The tornado looked at the little fellow,
and snarled contemptuously.
you! Ha, ha, har' he laughed. YOU
l could eat you up
Yes but you won't" said the nerv-
Gus little man. Get out of here, and
get out quick or there won't be enough
of you to recognize. Now leave!
The little fellow had bristled up and
his eyes were sparkling. He pointed to
the door. The tornado simply glared;
he didn't move
Then the little fellow amazed us ALL
He walked up to the tornado grasped
him by the coat cSlar and gently but
firmly led him TO the door. The tornado
amazed us, too, for he followed unresist-
ingly, and allowed himself to be showed
outside without protest. He walked
meekly away.
We'll, that was nervy," we said. as
the little man returned, his eyes still
flashing
That" he said, smiling, that was a
olufI. Robert Adamson in Atlanta
Constitution.
Auntie was Southern nanny who
mad come North with the family she
was born in, for the first time in her
life. The sights and peculiarities of
the Northern people. so strange to her
eyes caused her great deal of trouble
and confusion, and also provoked much
mirth. Now Auntie had seen but little
ice in the South, and one very warm
day she addressed her young missus: