Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-03
And He Bores Away at the Party
Refusing to Participate.
THE ASSASSIN JOHN C. GREEN
Puts a Bullet Through the Bowels Of
A. C. Savage.
CAUSE FOR MURDEROUS DEED.
The Murderer Locked Up, and the
Victim Goes to the Hospital
to Die.

Don't go near that man, you'll get shot''
was the dramatic and friendly exclamation
from hundred impassioned throats, about
dusk last evening, as GLOBE reporter was
about to approach q composed looking per-
son who quietly mopped his brow, on the
old court house steps, and who seemed to be
the magnet for thousand eyes.
A moment before, while standing at the
corner of Fifth and Wabashaw streets, the
scribe had noticed an unusual crowd and
commotion created, as if by magic, at the
old court house square. On the qui vive for
sensation, the news instinct asserted
itself, and the reporter started to investigate
the occasion of the crowd.
The immense number of excited citizens
that surrounded the court house square and
filed up the approaches to the building; the
aggressive demonstrations and borrid eiaou-
lations of resentment, all declared that some
thing extraordinary had happened. In total
ignorance of what had occurred, the writer
entered the approach leading from the dis
trict court and was proceeding in the direc-
ton of the man upon whom all interest was
centered, when he was brought to pause
by the dramatic utterance which heads this
article.
The reporter hesitated. Something un-
usual had happened. A cool individual sat
serenely gazing on great crowd of excited
men, who only wanted the word of leader
to ignore the formality of trial by jury and
suspend the diabolical person to the most
convenient lamp-post. The thought that
the man was murderer, or had just broken
loose from mad house, had barely time to
fash through the writer's brain, when the
crowd pressed back to admit policeman.
The effect created by the badge of authority
was magnetic. A moment before and there
wasn't sand enough left in the crowd to
come within fifty feet of the assassin. In
moment Officers Kennealey and Cunniff ep-
preached the man, followed by the crowd.
As the officers approached the quiet looking
man he unconcernedly broke a bottle of
brandy on the edge of the step, deposited
small satchel on the stoop and rose to his
feet.
Throw up your hands," said Officer Ken
nealey as he approached, in compliance with
which the man held up his hands and was
put under arrest.
In response to an inquiry the reporter
learned that the man had deliberately and
perhaps fatally shot A. G. Savage, barber,
in front of the Green Tree hotel on Robert
near Fourth street.
AS soon as he had been put under arrest
the courage that had awed five hundred peo-
pie all the way up the street, and at the court
house, suddenly collapsed.
By this time the crowd WAS immense, and
as usual those who knew the least
about the affair were the most
excited, and the readiest to wreak vengeance.
En- route to the city hall, the prisoner, OBJ
serving the concourse of citizens by which
they were followed, exclaimed in an under
tone, "Don't let them lynch me-"
At the city hall, after some difficulty in
passing through the crowd, he was locked
up and Immediately afterwards he was con-
versing with GLOBE reporter.
A gentleman stated that the mans name
was J. G. Green, of Saltwater, and with this
pointer the scribe undertook an interview.
The conversation was pointed, to a degree,
and was as follows:
Reporter-The GLOBE would like to have
your statement about the difficulty.
Green (Laconically). Want to know,
do you well, the revolver did my talking !;
ask it.
The arts of persuasion we're exhausted,
but the man seemed bewildered at this
time, and aside from asking for an attorney,
he refused to talk.
Upon being searched, his clothing was
found to contain pint bottle nearly filled
with whisky, some cigars, some small change,
few trinkets, among which was Masonic
pin, and an old fashioned five shooter, thirty
eight calibre, four of the barrels being
empty.
A visit to the scene of the tragical OCCUR
renee resulted in the following particulars:
HOW IT WAS DONE.
The shooting was as unexpected and sud-
den as thunderbolt from perfect sky.
About O'Clock last evening several men sit
ting in front of the Green Tree lodging
house, on Robert street, heard the exclama-
ton, damn you, you refused to drink with
me-" followed by the sharp crack of revol-
yer. On looking up Green was observed to
stand within few feet of Savage and fire
four shots at the latter's person.
The affair was so cool, and regarded in so
apparent good humnr by both parties, that
to the amazed lockers on 1t seemed almost
like play. 1t was the irony of a diabolical
and murderously executed passion.
The man aimed at reeled, and the wonld-be
murderer coolly walked off.
The wounded man reeled and was assisted
to his shop, few yards distant, by couple
of citizens. The assassin increased his pace
and started up the street, followed by q
crowd of citizens. He carried his revolver
in his hand. occasionally turning as if to fire
on the crowd. The multitude did not insist
on close acquaintance. His actions at the
old court house and his arrest, have already
been noted.
The news of the shooting few like an
electric spark, and in less than ten minutes
Robert street in front of Savsge's barber
shop, was blockaded by thousand inquir-
ing citizens. Out of the four shots only one
ball took effect, and it's course was indicated
by two ghastly wounds in the abdomen, one
making the entrance in the left side. and
the other the exit on the right side just be-
low the novel.
Skilled medical attendance was at once
orthcoming in the persons of Drs. Talbot
Jones and Jay Owen, who staunched the