A LADY-KILLER REBUKED.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1160, 3 April 1884, Page 3

A LADY-KILLER REBUKED.

Among the passengers in a parlor car on the Lake Shore road recently was a handsome woman, whose husband shared the seat with her, and who would have been picked out as a quiet, sedate, absent-minded man. The seat opposite was occupied by a flashily-dressed younsr man, with a lady-killing twist to his moustache, and he was considerably surprised when the husband handed him a daily paper, with the remark—' Have a glance at the news? Plenty excitement round the country, 1 observe,' The young man was busy with the paper for half an hour, and then the husband offered him a popular magazine. This entertained him for an hour, and he had scarcely closed the book vhen the good man readied over with—' Have a cigar? These are prime Havanas, and I know you will enjoy one,' The young man accepted with thanks, and naturally made his way to the smoking car, where he put in nearly another hcur, but without the other's company. When he returned he was greeted with— { Perhaps you'd like to look at the latest novel ? Very entertaining, I assure you. He read until weary, and upon being offered another cigar replied that he was to leave the train at the next station, and added—' I waut to thank you again for your many courtesies.' ' Oh, don't mention it.' ' You never saw me before ?' ' Never.' ' Don't know my name ?' { No.' ' Then tell me why you were so courteous to an, entire stranger.' ' Young man, I will explain. In times past when a loafer sat and stared at my wife as a steady job I got up at the end of an hour and broke his neck. This made me much trouble and expense, and I changed my programme. I now carry books and cigars to bribe them. Had you been going a hundred miles further I should have offered you a drink of brandy, a new puzzle, two more dailies, and a cigar, and my wife, would have secured quite a rest.' " < Sir ! I—' « Oh, it's all right —all right ! It was cheaper than throwing you out of the window, and I hope you'll get up to the hotel safely. Good day, sir, good day ; glad to have me you.' And that young man with the lady-killing moustache, and crockery-colored eyes, and hair parted on an even keel, picked up his grip and walked out without being certain whether he had been mashed in a collision or pulverised under a land roller.