Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1883-03-08
Jim Elliott, the Noted Pugilist, Killed
by Jerry Dunn, One of His Kind.

CHICAGO, March 3.-Jerry Dunn, a
sporting" character, shot and killed
Jimmy Elliott, the prize-fighter, at 8:15
o'clock last night, in this city. For the
second time within five hours, the by brid
fraternities denominated under the gen.
eral heading of sporting classes" were
thrown into commissions. Grim death
had entered the ranks and violently
snatched away two of the members, one
by fearful accident, the other by the
hands of his fellow-man. On all the cor
ners, in all the saloons, in the gambling
houses and restaurants, men were speak
ing of the death of George Holt the vet
eran gambler, who was killed Instantly
yesterday afternoon by box containing
a quarter of ton of coal falling upon
him, when the news came that Jerry
Dunn had killed Jimmy Elliott.
The shooting occurred at 8:15 o'clock
in BILLY" Langdon's (better known as
appetite Bills'D saloon and restaurant,
on Dearborn street, at the northwest
corner of the alley known as Calhoun
place, between Madison and Washington
streets. Who fred the first shot is alleged
to be doubtful but the preponderance of
the testimony proves that Dunn took the
inltiatory. All the evidence shows that
Dunn entered the restaurant some time
after Elliott, who was seated at table
waiting for supper, in company with
Fred Plaisted. the oarsman. Dunn had
been drinking all the afternoon, and was
somewhat affected by his potations. At
Clayton's, on Madison street, he had in
dulged freely in champagne until little
after o'clock, when he walked into the
English chop-house kept by James Boyle
on Calhoun place, near Dearborn street.
Immediately after supper he walked over
TO Langdon's and without saying any,
thing to any one entered the rear dining
room where Elliot and Plaisted were
seated awaiting supper. A moment
atterward pistol shot was fired, and
confusion followed. There were at least
dozen persons at supper in the room.
three or four of them women. After the
first shot, which was undoubtedly fired
Eby Dunn, Elliot jumped up and seized
his chair struck at his antagonist. In de.
scending the chair caught the glass globes
over the gas fixtures. shattering them to
pieces. The crash was immediately fol-
lowed by another shot and Elliot clinched
Dunn, who backed into the front room.
The men caught each other and went to
the floor They rose again, Dunn back
ing toward the bar.room entrance intn
the restaurant with Elliott grasping him.
Plaisted ran up and caught the twu. hut
was thrust aside by the graphing giants
in death struggle. Once more to-
went down, this time within about eigh,
feet Of the bar-room door. Elliott was on
top, and bang! went the, pistol shots.
The women were screaming, and men
secreted themselves behind tables, boxes,
and anything that offered the slightest
protection. A second time the combat.
ants regained their feet, and fought
down toward the center of the room
away from the saloon. Both were firing
then but Elliott seemed to be sinking. II
was a horrible sight-these two power
ful men, armed with deadly weapons.
with murder in their hearts, seeking by
all means in their power to slay each
| other. Not word was said. The scat
tering of chairs, the hoarse breathing and
occasional muttered curses of Dunn and
Elliott, the frightened whispers of the
spectators and suppressed screams of the
women, and, above all, the quick success
sion of pistol shots combined to make q
fearful scene. The death struggle was
soon over. Elliott had received two
deadly wounds, and, exhausted from the
internal flow of his life's blood, he fell to
the floor between the second and third
tables in the front room. He was fight
ing even in death, and dragged Dunn
down with him. There the men lay,
Dunn on top of the fast-dying antago.
mist, until the policeman came. He was
taken up and marched over, at his own
request. to Clayton's. Elliott remained
on the floor, the death damp on his brow
and speechless. Fred Plaisled hurried to
his side, and asked him il he was hurt.
1sYes, | think I'm killed." Some one
asked him ii he was a Catholic; He
answered yes, and begged them to 60 for
Q priest. A servant girl was sent for q