The evening times., 1895-12-13
STEER IN A BARRIER SHOP.
Frerzied Animal. Wrecks the Place
and Spoil> QuiDn's Shave.
san Fra nciSto Examiner

The proximity of the B1tchertown cattle
| corrals to the barber shop OF Marvel N.
| 0yellar induced an incident yesterday that
! could scarcely have occurred under less In
| congTuous conditions. even in the neighbor
| hood as Wild AMI woody as the slaughter
house vicinity of the Potrero. II WAS tin.
| occasion of Samuel Quinn's Thanksgiving
shave. Mr.. Quinn had seated himself in
! Monsieur Oveilar's only chair. The Iather
was on his face and the razor was AT his
throat. Tie barber diScoursed on topics
timely and cbecring-thc latest forecast of
| the weather; the rattle at Caseys corner;
the twins that came to the home OF
p'Rourke in the Eisht-currcnt gossip OF
the reservation that required no counter
comment save in the intervals of stropping
and sponging.
The front door was open. The odor of
bilge frcighted the chill breezes. Kentucky
street was deserted. A brooding calm lay
upon the scene and the soul of Samuel
Quinn was at peace. The drone of the
barber. murinurng in at his ears rs the
waves lap the shores of severed Islais. en-
couraged sleep. and Quinn verged upon
sleep. The right side of the Quinn face
had been shaved. The hand of 0vellar was
raised to lift the head of Quinn to another
posture when a terrific shadow darkened
the door of the shop.
M tins" for eXp..tnaticn. 10 thought of
useless warning, no effort at senseless
f'rrnianl-the barrier could only gasp his
terror. fling down his razor. and drop 10
the floor.
Mr.. Quinn opened his eyes, opened them
wide. and stared straight into the blazing
wrath Of a ma,ldened steer. the widest OF
the herd. Erect. furious, paving the
threshold of that fatcd shop, the beast
surveyed the situation-gazed in rage at
Quinn as he leaped from the chair and fell
Ia Low hn~n f.,
lunge at the creeping. eringing barber,
and proceeded to business.
With a leap that would have won pplause
at hurdle race, the steer involved him
self in the goods and chattels of that Ken
lucky street barber shop. His horns caught
The chandelier and it was ripped cpt by
the roots: one blow from the massi i've
front smashed the mirror and scattered the
pomade pots; another sent chairs. cuspi-
doris. and shaving mugs flying in every
direction: n flank movement overturned the
chair beneath which Quinn lay in wait
for q sudden death: and finally, with a
mighty effort and a snort like the burst
ing OF sewer pipe. the steer planted his
forefeet upon a marble-,onped table and
throwing his head backward. tore great
gasbes with his h@ns in the ceiling.
BY this time the animal had made one
circuit of the little shop and was facing the
door through which he had so uncercmoni-
ously entered. He locked out over the
uDpicturesquc landscape across which the
terrorist -FickeD barber was footing it
fipetiv. The Iashinp If his tail YVES a con-
slant reminder to Quinn beneath the chair
OF peril that cnvironcd and wenld not Ie
removed. But the steer thought only of
escape, and presently with a hcarse sigh
that Sounded to Quinn like the last breath
OF hot sin.oon. the beast $ purnetl he table
and piungNl ont into the big wide world