A Man From Bad At Was Easily Quelled.

Manawatu Herald, 2 August 1898, Page 4

A Man From Bad At Was Easily Quelled.

; When a Woodward evc-ti'to patrolman ar> tived at the f oot of the .avenue at 9 o'clock one night lust week, he found in waiting a Stall, cadaverous looking chap, with his hat drawn down over his eyes and a sort of tiptoe expectancy in his general demeanor. He lit once stealthily approached the officer and (hoarsely whispered: ; "|)o you want to live an hour longer on the face pf this earth?" "Yes, sir— two or three of them," replied the officer as he backed away to size his man up. } "Then for heaven's sake look out for Wm." • "Who do you mean?" i "He's here and bin hero all day. Wonder Is that he ain't broke loose and killed two jor three men before this." I "Then there's some one around who's going to break loose! 1 " quietly asked the officer. _

' "Hushl Not so loud. He may jump on you any minute." j "Who is the 'he' you refer to?" ' "Bad man— bad man from Bad Ax. Bin here all day lookin fur a row. Jest chankln his teeth and foamin at the mouth. He won't be able to hold himself much longer, I'm afraid." 1 "And If he breaks loose?" ! "Then look out fur f?ore. I've seen him loose two or three times, and I know what lie kin do. He ain't «ot no more mercy in his heart than a tiger." "Perfectly reckless ns to consequences is he?" ; "Perfectly. He'd tackle a man as big as ft house, and the man he tackles is a goner in three minita. Jest slams and bangs and chaws, and the man is dead. I've I a waitin here to gin you a pinter. If you hain't got wings, you'd better borrer a pair and By." . "This bad man from Bad Ax —is he about your size?" asked the officer without betraying any particular emotion. "Jest about my size and heft." "And has the same dangerous appearance?" "Jest about the same, or a little more daDgerouser." "Well," said the officer as be 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 ito" 1 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 planks and asked: "Well, has the bad man from Bad Ax got enough?" "Plenty, sir— plenty," replied the man as he got up. ; "Got all through cbawin and chankin?" i "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.