The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-02-14
HE DOWNEo THE OLD GUARD.
Timely Arrival in Street Car of a Young
Man From the Feather Factory.

dlueiy fAEFiNdt IN u street var ei "a EOuls
Man From the Feather Factory.
He was a middle-aged man with a
white mustachc, silk hat, diamond
stud in his shirt front, and fine air of
dignity about him. He was sitting
near the front end of the State street
car with a friend equally well dressed
and dignifed beside him.
A tall young fellow came into the
car and sat down in the narrow space
the white mustache shook his gloved
hand in the face of the intruder.
You're hog" he said. Only as he
said it it was somewhat more forceful
and infinitely more profane.
The young man was apparently deaf,
dumb and unconscious. A couple of
pretty women across the car blushed
and tried to look unconscious.
The old guard returned to the as
sau!t The glove barely grazed the
immovable nose. Such a flood of loud
profanity was poured out as sent all
the women in the car scurrying out to
the back platform. The conductor
came in. He was faded young man
with the general appearance of in
validism He tried to make up for it
by using the voice of mountain lion.
'Yous'Q have to stop cussin er I'll
thrun ye off'd the car" he roared.
The old man with the white mus
tache got up and shook both fists, one
under the nose of the conductor and
the other under the still immovabie
nose of the cause of all the trouble.
Meanwhile he was swearing at both
men at the same time, if such "a thing
is possible. And his assortment of pro-
family was exceedingly large and well
selected.
The conductor laid one hand on his
shoulder One of the kid-gloved hands
went round towards his pistol pocket.
TIE conductor suddenly remembered
that one of the rules of the company
required him to remain on the back
platform while not collecting fares.
The young man who started the row
went with him, and the old fellow sat
down to glare about him with a pro
fame and alcoholic air of victory.
Just as the disturbance began slen.
der, stunted, poorly-dressed man of
perhaps twenty-five had come into the
car. Gradually he had worked his way,
hanging on to the straps, to the seat OF
active hostilities When the conductor
and the tall young man beat their
mastery retreat he sat down, deliber-
ately and with great force, in the exact
SPOT which the volcanic old man haC
been to SO much pains to get vacated
For a moment the aged warrior was
speechless with wrath and amazement.
Before he could recover himself the
little fellow turned and coolly in q
shrill, metallic little voice delivered
himself thus:
You're an old bluff You haven
got gun and ifyou had you'd be afraid
to use it. If you swear just once at ms
III fill you full of holes. Besides that
you are drunk. Now lay quiet"
The old fellows face blazed fiery red
he fairly gasped for breath.
''You cub" he spluttered ''Wb'
are you, anyway"
Here's me card, see? And there
what done last night Now shut up.
The old fellow took the proffered
newspaper and read the headlines
which were pointed out by disdainfu
and dirty finger.
Horrible Murder" they read. 1.-The
Market Street Gang Shoots Two Saloon
keepers in Cold Blood"
Oats me; understand?" continued
the dwarf. Now git off de car.
They got off at the next crossing,
the conductor took the names and ad
dresses of all the passengers, and the
self-confessed desperate smiled in ;
sad sort of way.
81 work over there in the feather
factory" he said, 80 guess I've got a
right to call man down. "-Chicag
Tribune.