The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1866-08-09
A Scene in New Orleans.

A New Orleans correspondent of a
Mobile paper furnishes The following
vivid description of an affair in the Cres-
cent City: %" r-naoH .i .sT5G
A clear case of retributive justice is
now causing some excitement in our
city, For number of years there has
been person in New Orleans known
as Bob johnson, who enjoyed the repu-
tatioh or being the worst character OF a
man ever allowed to breathe upon the
earth. Spending his days in drinking
and loafng on the street corners, his
nights in gambling and riotihg, engaged
in every row or difficulty that arose, and
now aud then indulging in the luxury
of killing a boon companion Or OF III
sulting peaceablc men, he soon BECAME
the terror and adherence Of all good
citizens. AT election times he came out
"bright, and, carrying Derringer in
eachpocket of his pants, a revolver in
his boot leg, and !''tooth pick" under
his coat collar, Mr.. johnson would
swagger around the polls free Ameri-
can citizen, and generally made prac-
tice of winning half a dozen votes by
putting as many of the opposition party
in ascOnditicn that utterly precinaed the
idea Of casting a vote, Mr. johnson
had killed three or four then lii his day,
and had %otnded many more than that
number; but at length the day Of retri-
button came. Night before last Mr..
johnson had been indhlging freely in
ardent spirits, and, at length, afteran
unusually large draught Of "tanglefoot,"
smashed his glass down upon the coun-
ter with a great noise, and swore an
oath that he had got to kill somebody
before the night was over. He was full
ly armed, and on going up stairs from
the saloon in which he was drinking into
room filled with the devotees of St
Pharaoh, he spied one Duffy, and swore
another oath that he was the man to be
killed. With kind ofrude chivalry he
shook his fist in Duffy's face, and told
him to go and arm himself, for he meant
to kill him before the night was over.
The next thing Mr.. johnson knew he
was wrestling with his antagonist in
another ROOM duffy grappled with the
redoubtable "thug,'' and appeared to
fall; but ,this, was merely a strategic
movement. With the motion, he shook
a revolver froih the leg Of his pants,
throwing it downupuh The tloof He
then stopped to grasp it and the hext
moheht was sending balls through
Johnscn's body as rapidly as the pistol
could be discharged. After receiving
six shots johnson took refuge beneath
a table, but Duffy shook out another re-
volvef, and kept firing away until the
hero of t1any battles fell dead But
this WIS not sufficient. 'D--an you,"
he cries .tragically, @lf you are not dead
I'll finish yoH," and, drawing poniard,
he plunged it into the body Up to the
hilt each stroke. Can one imagine any
thing more fendish? Horrible! .l,' ,. "
Thus ended the career Of Bob John
son, d bad tnan all his life, and bad
man to the death, But as brutal and
fiend-like as this murder rmay seem, no
one will deny that johnson was at fault,
and that he brought it Hpon himself. 1t
was his fate. He had sent many man
out of the world in the same way, and
now he had dealt to him only that which
he had dealt to others. 1t was clear
case Of retributive justice. w. '' p