Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 June 1883 — The Young Man Who Showed Off. [ARTICLE]

The Young Man Who Showed Off.

A young man about 20 years of age, accompanied by a girl two or three years younger, reached the city by a Bay City train, and after looking around for a few hours returned to the depot and bought some sandwiches for lunch. ’ The fellow was heard bragging a good deal as to what he had done and could do and cities he had visisted, and by-and-by he walked up to the depot policeman and handed him four 5-cent cigars and said: “That’s my girl in there.” “Yes.” “She just thinks her eyes of me.” “So?” “I’ve never had a chance to show her how I’d die for her if necessary, and it seems to me we might -put up a little fob right herb. ” , “How?” “Well, suppose me and her walk out to see the river. I leave her for a moment. Some chap comes along and begins to chin her. I rush back and knock him into the middle of next week. She’d want to marry me within a week. Girls of her age just dote on heroes, you know.” “Yes they do.” “Well you help me. Y OTI pick out some chap ground here and tell him what I’m up to, and I won’t mind standing treat for all hands. When I run in on him he’d better run.”

Five minutes later the girl stood on the wharf alone. A. fellow big enough to pitoh a barrel of flour over a freight car approached in a caieiess way and observed: “Fine day, miss ?” “Yes, sir.” “Nice view of the Canada shore ?” “Yes, indeed.” “May I offer you some peppermint loz V Just then the young man rushing down. When he came within ten feet of the pair he cried out: “Villain! take your leave or I’ll toss you into the river!” “Oh, I guess not,” carelessly replied the other. “Base scoundrel! lam here to rescue this young girl from your clutches!” “Don’t bust any buttons off, my young cub!” The young man made a dash. He had to or wilt. He rushed at the big chap with his arm upraised and heroism in his eye, and the next minute he was picked up and tossed over among a lot of green nides as carefully as if he had been glass. Then the big man raised his cap to the girl, smiled sweetly as he bowed and scraped his foot, and he was out of sight before the young man recovered sufficiently to call out; “Minnie, did I kill him?” “N 6 Henry.” “Thank'heaven that I am riot guilty of murderd Let him beware, however, Another time I may not be able to restrain myself !”—Detroit Free Press.

Thj? fish-ladders erected on the Potomac river, below Williamsburg, have proved a decided sucoess, answering every purpose tdr which theyvfere intended. Fish accomplish the ascent of twenty-two feet in some seconds lass time than it takes a oork to descend.