How A Little Monkey Took The Conceit Out Of A Prize-fighter

In the old St. Louis museum we had, among other attractions, a bahoon called Dick, snys a writer in the New York Sun. Hewnsasolid chuuk ofafellow, good-tempered and a great favorite. He had one peculiarity, wliich we had to cator to. He took short naos twice aday, and if aroused before his time he was as ngty as siu all the rest of the day. We had lilin drcssed up as it little boy, and wheu the lime carne to take his n:ip he crept into an oldfashioned eradle and the fat woman generally rocked him to sleep. That very thing was quite a draw, and plenty of people carne in aoley to see the baboon rocked to slumber. One day, soon after Dick had closed hls ejes a half-drunken cliap entered the place and created considerable disturbance. He went by the name of Awful Pete and was a hard slujrger. I tried to renson with him and get him out, but he unfortunately cnught sight of the sleeping buboon and at once demaHcled tlint the animal be aroused and put through hls tricks. I sought to expl.tin, but he wouldn't have it, aying: "I paid to see the bab, and I'm going to see him or bust the b'iler !" "But it' you wake liim lit-'ll fight." "Tlien Pil willig his neck !" Before I could stop him he dodjred ander the rope and lifted Dick out of the eradle. The animal woke up and took in the situalion in about the t.enth part of a second, and then he fastened his hands into Pete's liair, got a grip with his teeth on the slugger' nosc and we had a museum, menagerie and circus combined for the m-xt live minutes. Pete roared and whooped and pranced around in pain and terror, and the bab pulled handfuls of hair trom hls head, and bit and scratched like a wildcat. When we finally got him oö'that slugger was a sight to behold, and had to be taken to the hospital at once. Two liimrs after his wounda had been dress'ul I went to see him, and as soon as I spoke to him he bejran crying and asked: "Was it a babooii that did this?" "Yes." "Big as a lion f" "Oh, no. He weighs about twenty-six pounds. Why do you weep?'' "Hadn't I orter weep?" he savagely demanded, as the tears camc afresh. 'Tve had thirteen fights and knockcd my man out every time, and now to be downed by a wcazen faced monkey in one round has broke me all up.1'