The Portland daily press., 1898-04-01
FOUGHT TRAMP WITH DOUGH.
Pluclxy Girl Made a Sample Death Mask
for Her Assaila with Unbaked Bread.
(From the Chicago News.)

With his head entombed in a batch of
unbaked bread, his eyes glued together
with sticky dough, and his voice choked
in batter, tramp and would be bad man
was transformed by Miss Gisella Bond
yesterday into a composite picture of a
dancing dervish, game of blind mans
buff, and a mouse pursued woman.
Tt all happened through an impecunious
and persistent tramp interrupting
woman when she had arrived at the criti-
cal point in bread-making. Miss Bond
was standing before the kitchen table. In
front OF her was a large pan of fat. sticky
dough which in the fulness of time she
intended setting on the dining room table
AS Miss Bond was kneading away for
dear life and home made bread o knock
shook the kitchen door. For moment
she hesitated between inquisitiveness and
duty, but duty won out and she went On
kneading the dough. The knock came
second time, and, being unanswered, con-
tinued, growing louder with each contin-
uanoe. At last the fairsarchitect of loaves
was forced to open the door There she
tramp.
"Please, fam, can you give a hungry
man something to eat?'' he asked in tones
calculated to touch the heart of q cactus.
Miss Bond closed the door, retired to
the pantry, and returned with plateful
of digestibles. But the tramp was not
satisfieds He turned piteous gaze on his
raiment and then. gazing up with the
Wistful look of 10-year-old boy sizing
nm rraar pnff he mnrmu rhd.
Cant you give me some clothes2'
ono, siree,' answered the fair bread
maker. "You can't wear my clothes,
you can't my mothers, and there are
not such men as you around this house.
Then she started to shut the door, for
backward glance told her that the bread
needed her attention. But the tramp was
not to be put oil, and jumping inside the
kitchen he seized the young woman by
the throat and Kissed in true melodrama
villain style:
"Have care. woman, how thou thwart
me!'
Without appearing to be in the least
purturbed by this unexpected onslaught,
Miss Bond turned to her pan of dough,
picked it up, and overturned the contents
upon the intruder's head. With howl
of dismay the man let go his hold on her
dress. But the young woman was as cool
as q cucumber in deserted refrigerator.
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that was streaming down the tramp's
countenance Patting and punching it
like lightning sculptor at dime muse
um, in less than o minute she had the
tramp's head and face incased in death
mask of dough. Then stepping back, the
better to sample the work of art, she grew
facetious
a "You need clothes, do your" she
oueried. saroastically well. you just
knead that dough, you dough-head you.
A splutter of bubbles and bullying
dough came from the vicinity OF the
tramp's mouth as he danced about the
kitchen and olawad frantioally at his
head.
"Take it easy now oooed his tornen-
tor. "You don't want TO take any more
chances at having your face battered.
You'd better get oilt.
By this time the frantic man had
clawed enough dough away frorr his eyes
to be able to see the door through a mist
OF batter, and had pulled breathing
hole In front of his mouth. He did a
right-about wheel for the door, scooted
out, fell down the back steps. picked
himself up, and rap suffering into the
alley. clawing dough from his face at ev-
cry step. Miss Bond watched him depart
with all the calmness of a sto1o. Then,
when 1t was all over she ran to the front
Of the house and collapsed in her mothers
arms in true woman fashion.