A Man From Bad Ax Who Was Eandly Quelled.

Manawatu Herald, 28 May 1898, Page 4

A Man From Bad Ax Who Was Eandly Quelled.

f When tv Woodward avenue patrolman arrived at the foot of tho avenue at 9 o'clock one night last -week, he found in waiting a tall, cadaverous looking chap, with his hat drawn down over his eyes and a sort of tiptoe expectancy in his general demeanor. He at once stealthily approached the officer and homely whispered: j "Co you want to live an hour longer on the face 0/ this, earth?" ( " jfts. sir— two or three of them," replied tho ppcer as he backed away to size his mail up. ■■ "Then for heaven's sake look out for JiimV' "Who, dp you mean?" > "HeV^&e and bin here all day. Wonder is that he ain't broke loose and killed two jor three men before this." • "Then there's some one around who's going'to break loose?" quietly asked the officer. "Husht Not bo loud. He may jump on youjapy ininute." . "Wo is the 'he' you refer to?" : "|Ja4 man— bod man from Bad Ax. Bin hor6 all day lookin fur a row. Jest chankSn his teeth and foamin at the mouth. He won't be able to hold himself much longer, I'm afraid." : "And if he breaks loose?" : "Then look out fur gore. I've seen him loose two or three time,s, and I know what he fc;in do. He ain't got no more mercy in his heart than a tiger." "Perfectly reckless as to consequences is he?" "Perfectly. He'd tackles man as big as a. house, and the man he tackles is a goner in three minits. Jes£ slams and bangs and chaws, and the man is dead. I've bin waitin here to gin you a pinter. If you hain't got wings, you'd better borrer a pair and fly." "This bad man from Bad Ax — is he about your size?" asked the officer without betrayjng any particular emotion. ' 'Jest about my size and heft." ' "And has the same dangerous appearance?" "Jest about the same, or a little more dangerouser." "Well," said the officer as he spat on his hands and reached out for a neck and hip hold, "I've been wanting to meet that man from Bad Ax for the last two months, and now that I've met him I shall proceed to" And he lifted the man on high, and whirled him around his head, and cracked his heels against the wharf railing, and finally let him drop with a "kerchug" on the plank? and asked; "Weil, has the bad man from Bad Ax got enough?" "Plenty, sir— plenty," replied the man as he got up. "Qot all through chawinand chankin?" j, "All through, sir." "Then I guess you'd better make tracks." "Exactly. Here they are." And he flew up the avenue and whipped around into Woodbridge street with what seemed a cloud of dust whirling around his coattails and rising up to mingle with long black hair.— Detroit Free Press.