ACHING FOR A ROW.

Dunstan Times, Issue 685, 4 June 1875, Page 4

ACHING FOR A ROW.

—o — One day, as a policeman was leaning against the walls of the Detroit and Milwaukee depot, he was ap-pi-oachcd by a man about 30 years old, whose red face was a good match for his hair. He was a little “sprung” and he felt like a steer turned into a clover-field. “ Mister,” says he, speaking very confidentially to the officer, “ I don’t want to get locked up, and have my name in the papers and be fined ; but I’m in from lowa on a little blow-out, and [’ll give a 10-dollar note to have a little scrimmage with somebody.” “ You mean you want to fight 1 !” asked the officer. “ That’s what I mean. I’m just aching for a row. I wan’t to stand before about three good fellows, and have someone give me the word to go in.” The officer asked if he was heavy on the fight, and he answered, “ Heavy ! I should say I was ! Why, I’m terrible ! They call me the Russian Bear at home, and the hull town stand up or sit down, just as I say !” The officer said that it was his duty to discourage disorderly conduct, but in a case like that, where a man had come 120 miles to get up a row, he felt it his duty to extend indirect aid. He told the Russian Bear to go to the corner of Beaubien-street, enter some saloon, talk in a very loud voice, and he’d soon have his hands full. “That’s me; much obliged,” exclaimed the man, and he walked off In about 10 minutes a boy came running down and said that a man with a chewed ear, two black eyes and a broken nose, was “up there ”in the ditch The officer went back with the boy, and he soon came upon the Russian Bear, who was lying in the gutter, one leg doubled back, blood all over him, and his coat ripped in everv scam. That’s you, is it ?” asked the officer, as he pulled at the man’s arm. “ Well, did you find that row !” “ Policeman,” replied the man, as he gained his feet, and looked at himself, and felt for his ear, “Policeman, don’t it seem to you as if I did I”—Detroit Press.