The Man Who Bound.

Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4299, 11 October 1882, Page 2

The Man Who Bound.

There,are scores,.of and repttta*WAeads of families, in this city whatake regular lenont ia the. mfdy Ait of self-defence, and who, spend i& honr every, evening. in~ •wwf wf -joltiba and oiuervia* developing:* and haMfeafogthe muscle. One of tWmoit entfeUKstfbtof the lot bad finished Ilia boamg imnaa the other night, when the. trainer said; " I am sorry id lose your money and your company*. bjrt T feel itMy duty to ■ay that I can teach you nojhigg farther. You hare gone the science and mfjinle to clean oitt a crowd*; and Hupgf'wlptho man who stands before you !** " The citizen wentiiome with a consciousness that oaly cowards carry revolvers, aud he wondered how a man would look after he had giv»n him a sock-dologer straight from tlie' shoulder. The next morning as he wa9 tearing his house along came a strawberry man who was yelling his wares at the top of hit voice. "Do jou aell any more berries for yelling in tHat - manner?" asked the citizen, as the peddler drew rein. "Oh, take in your nose?*', was the reply.

" Some one will Uke yowc whole body • 1 ill, f *-sw i . m in some day! * "•■«■-

" But it won't be a man with a wart od chin!"

" No impudence, sir." " And none frcm you, either.." " You deserve a good thrashing.". ' * "And perhaps you can give it to me." There was the golden opportunity. Tbe one had science—the other impu> dence. The one had received tbirtyeight lessons in boxing—the other fairly ached to be pounded.

" Don't talk that way to me or I'll knock you down," said'the finished pupil as he gently threw himself into position to smash a brick wall.

" Oh, you will, eh ? Then let's see you do it?"

Even the graduate couldn't tall exactly what; took place. He remembered of being kicked on. the shins, struck on the chin ani twisted over a horao-bloek after he fell, but when consciousness returned his wife and children were crying^over him, and the pedlar was two blocks down the street, shouting: . ";,;.- * " Straw-bu-ries—great big ones—red as blood—perfect daises—only tiro shillings for a heaping big quart without any thumb in it."