Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-08-04
THE HUMAN TORNADO,
A Sketch

A Sketch
A true specimen Of genuinely DraEe
MN SC en- rarely found that l was 0otn
a-,.sd and fascinated when l stumbled
rnon distinguished representative Oh
tba+ class He was. inded, a brave man.
~ sat there and listened to him tel
,bout his courageous acts in tones ana
language that carried with them dI Iile
noise and fiercenesS that belong 10 inc
+rulv brave. almost uemDled WIN awe
and amazement. 1 felt so insignificant.
so unworthy to live in the presence Oh
sncb exalted. courage, and l could see by
the EXPRESSION on their faces that my
comDanions were in a similar state OF
mind.
A nervous looking little man with
moustache several times too large LOT
him. sat listening, too, and as he drank
| In the wonderful stories Of bravery, MS
| owes oDened wide and his lips fell apart
and finally he shrank back into corner
overcome with admiration. The other
listeners showed their appreciation by
scarcely breathing, and by mods and en-
| couraging smiles. 1t was an apprecla-
tive audience.
Yes. sir" he said, pulling vigorously
at his cigar and blowing the smoke INTO
our faces, I'm quiet man TIL III
9roused-a very quiet man-but when
I'm thoroughly aroused l don't give a
rap for cOnseQuences-nOt a rap. IhatS
my style
And when that pusillanious upstart
said that. it stirred me up; yes, sir, 1t
riled me good. I just walked over to
him and took a hold of him by The ear
and yanked him into the middle Of the
floor.
Now 1 said, see here, my fine fell
low. | know you're considered the worst
scrapper east of the Mississippi; know
you've ben running a private graveyard
for thirteen years, and it's pretty tull,
and know you've got everybody III the
whole Southern States bluffed and peo-
pie don't dare get their breath when
they come ile) your presence; but that
don't amount TO a Governmental damn
with me. I don't care a red for your
guns and bowie knives and grayeyards
and bad eyes-not a red, dye hear? Not
a red am quiet mana very quiet
man. but that's my style. Now, II you
lust wink your eye, il you dare to
breath, if you let your cOwardly heart
beat. if you permit your vile and miser-.
able blood to circulate. Tll-Tu why, I'll
break every bone in your despicable car
cass. and then III paste your greasy re-.
mains TO the ceiling That's just what
] told him word for word.
"W-w-w-what did he say?" gasped the
little nervous man.
Say, Say! Sayl" shouted the big
brave fellow, who had worked himself
into a state of heated violence in telling
the story and was perspiring freely
say He didn't care to breathe. He.
saw my eyes, and saw that l, though
very quiet man, was aroused, and he
just hung there by his ear and trembled.
Yes, sir, l wish you could have seen
him. Those people stood around, par
alyzed with amazement. The miserable
fellow had EN- blued into St Vitus
dance, and l was the first man that had
| ever dared to cross him. They were
just simply gasping.
You miserable white livered hound
I said to him, you vile, trembling SER
| pent, I'll just give you something to re-
member me by And l just took him
by the nape of the neck and swung HIM
around where l could get at him good.
Then I let him have it right between the
! eyes five times, good sound ones.
! straight from the shoulder. Then I
gave him a settler that sent him spin
ming across the room and dropped him
in the corner, limp as rag. Now I
said, picking him up with my left hand,
YOU lCathsOme human eXcrescence, may
be you know who I amp With that l
Strengthened him up and gave him
| kick that sent him down a forty foot
stairway and half way across the street.
Those people were simply spechless.
| Every man there wanted to set EN- up,
and 1 thought I'd never get away from
EN-. That fellow was laid up for six
weeks, and has been meek as a lamb
| ever since"
Served him rightr' we all declared
enthusiastically.
yes, but that's nothing" said the
brave man mOdestly. I'm a quiet man,
a very quiet man, but don't allow any
body TO run over me. That's my style"
"A few summers ago gave 'Assassi-
nation Mike the fellow who killed a
man day for fOrty-fve consecutive
days and who used to have yearly
| average Of 250 men, the worst calling
down he ever had. I laid him up for
seven weeks and after that he would
have sacrificed his life for me. made
| a Christian OF him.
Just the same way ran intoa crowd
Of tOughs out in the Indian territory.
They were in q bar and Just to make
things interesting they'd drop a spice of
red peper into every drink pthat passed
/ over the counter didn't want a drink
bat I thought I'd take one. Just to let
them try it on me.
well, | was the last one they tried
i, or. I owned the town after that.
| Those fellows wanted me TO come ont
| there and settle and run for Governor. or
President or Sheriff. gave 'em little
lesson in etiquette that cost EN- about
| $40 apiece in doctors bills"
Good. good" we shouted
It's just my style" he continued
! wiping the Precipitation from his brow
/ I'm q quiet fellow. very quiet. bur
never let anybody Tample on me. and as
told John L. Sullivan the night I threw
him out OF a saloon in Boston and sent
him home in an ambulance, the only