The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-10-29
THE DEAR OLD DUDE AGAIN.
Never Looks Like n Fighter. but He Always
Gets Along Pretty well Mt 1t.
From the Chicago Tribune.


1t was on the train that left the loop at ll:3O
O'Clock. At Van Buren, and State streets young
man. who subsequently contemptuously re-
ferred 10 the dude" entered the second car
from the end. He was cUnspiCuously dressed
and the few people In the car looked at him with
interest They observed that he wore u brown derby
hat black sack coat white wais,coat and scarf,
gray striped trousers carefully creased and patent
leather shoes While he did not look exactly the
part of a swell" he was evidently man who
gave much consideration 10 his personal appear
ance which is best described by I'D word i'm
maculatr"
lie settled himself III seat with careful do
lbcratcness pulled UP his trousers to avoid knee
ing" them. fieckcd bi, Of cigar ash from the lapel
Of his coat and crossed his legs with us much
us II they were made Of glass. The passengers
watched his movements with half concealed smiles
but the object Of them was apparently Obvious
of everything around him. As he drew off his
yellow dogskin gloves he displayed pair Of hands
that were large, well formed. hut soft and white.
He was tall and well proportioned. but there was
nothing about him 10 denote the athlete. In
fact his movements were almost mincing.
The dude" had just settled himself 10 his salts.
faction when the guard threw open the door and
bawIed Twelfth street \ moment later two
ideal specimens Of the genus tough" entered the
door and started down the aisle They walked
with undulatlnE shoulders, heads protrudinE for
ward out of their turned UP coat collars, and with
an insoent lccr on their faces that served notice
ON every one that they we're looking for trouble
As the second and larger bully passed the dude"
his leg barely touched the point of the latter pat
eut leather shoe. The owner Of the shoe glanced
up, nodded and in low voice said. Beg pardon"
The tough whirled around, took in the appear
ance OF the dude at a glance, and instantly made
the common mistake of his kind by assuming Thai
good clothes and quiet manner the concom,
ilants Of Cowardice and physical weakness. lie
thought he had found hat he was looking for.
IA. nflf n
Of horrible oaths lie told the young man that the
place for shoes like his was under The seat and il
he didn't tuck EN- there in short order he would
The object Of the TRADE of abuse listened without
the movement Of muscle. lie looked AT tho
tough, who had taken seat opposite but with
more show Of interest than if he had been star
ing NJ a blank wall; But when the bully stopped
To catch his breath he said, m the same quiet, I'M
ruied tone
II do no, think much damage was done, Ny
shoe is perfectly clean and, besides. apologize d"
man who was looking for trouble like stiff breeze
on bonfire; tie was sure then that he had an
of vile oaths and threats.
The dude" looked annoyed Leaning forward
don't want any trouble here: but II you will keep
your mouth shut until We get oil the train will
give you all the satisfaction you want Where
do YOU get or
Anywhere" shouted the tough
well, we will get off AT Thirty-fifth street"
said the dude" and turning to Mr., Joseph weisen-
bach of the Criminal Court, who was lifting near.
he asked him where he left the train. Mr.. Weisrn-
bach said that he also got of al Thirty fifth street
will you he kind enough TO see that get fair
play" asked the dude"
with pleasure" said Nj Wcisenbach.
At that moment the tough spranE up shout
ing: we won't wait til We get of. I'm going
10 lick you now" lie lowered over the dude"
the other was too quick for him, &c parted the
blow with his left hand and caught the tough
The The latter ute ~! was lifted literally oil his let and
he sailed through the air until he struck the OPP
poSc side OF the car with bang, and each elbow
went crashing through pane OF glass
For an instant he looked az il he were nailed
to the side Of the car. Before he could recover.
the dude" struck his companion a smashing
finland blow in the face. lie went down in
a heap. bowling, What dye hit me fur ld'dnt
say nawthin,"
Just then there was yell from the back plat
FORM and Mr. WciscnbaCh remembered that he
had seen two companions hoard the train with
the tOughS They had seen the dudes imia
tion If a cyclone at work and were coming To the
rescue, Mr. Wciscnbach flung himself agains,
ing down the car nc saw the puGilist George
Kirwan, otherwise "rhc Mystery" curcd up in
Here %p'G George i%irwan'a shouted Mr. wescn
bach, ARE you gong to stay there and see four
men Jump on ONE
came down the aisle on the run.
lie arrived in the nick Of time nS the assault
on the door was more than Mr. Wcisenbach could
! reached the spot The pugiliSt struck the first
and knocked him into coTncr OF inc car An IN
Then he picked IN one in each hand and banged
| their heads together Then he flung them across
| the car, and each head went through n pane Of
| glass
In the meantime the dude" WAS having quite
| as much fun with his men. Whenever the big
| tough tried 10 close in on him he would knock
| him across the car. while with his left fist he
| knocked down the smaller tough as fast as he
| go: up. 90 D.,
| any sign of fatigue. Ills face remained per
lecily placid, and he worked as II he WAS taking
| his usual exercise with The punching bag.
| The fighting had been going on for several
| blocks and The motOrman, hearing the crash Of
| glass thought there had been some sort 81 an
| accident or collision. and brought the Train 10 a
| stop a block from the Thirty Gith street station.
| The trainmcn tried 10 force their way into the
| car. but were kept out at one end by kirwAn and
| at the other by several passengers, all al whom
| were wildly cheering The dude, ard demanding
| that the tnughs get their full measure Of punish
| mrnt
Finally the train was run into the station,
| wh"rr IL was mel by several policemen. who had
| been attracted Ia the scene by the cheers and yclls
! and the sound Of breaking glass.
| The dude" was not even rulflcd. lie feCked
| an imaginary dust mote from his coat sleeve and
| stepped to the platform, The Mystery" had
| resumed his nap before the Train started; the pc
lccmen cOrraled tho toughs in the station so they
| could not follow the dude" the latter called \
chcery good night TO Mr. Wcisenhach, lit Gig arctic
and disappeared in Tie darkness toward State
street