The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-10-08

settles himself down to the consideration OF
business.
AS Mr.. Hatton saunters down the street
he meets a couple of young men OF the same
type as himself. They look downhearted.
"W'at's der matter, boysN asks Mr.. Hat
ton. ANY ting up"
"Well, dere's Jest dis up, Mud" remarks
one of the young men, ''der Whyos is gittin
der razzle dazzle. Owney Brien is good for
ten years fer tryin' ter shoot dat Dutch gro
Ger in Park street; BUM Foley he snatched
a gold watch in Center street last night an
got away wild it, He Civ it ter his wi fe an
she hid it in DER kids clothes. Well der cops
como down on EN- an If dey didn't search
de kid and collar de super Pm Dutchman.
Den dey collared Foley an hell go up sure. "
Deere wasn't no flies on dem cops" re-
marks Mr. Hatton admiringlY.
"Now Kid Murphy's got in der Jug" re-
sumes the first speaker.
tously.
Fer shootin' at a cop" is the reply
"Well, is dat allF' says Mr.. Hatton in q
discouraged tone. "Hard-working fellers
amt got no show no more. I'm gittn dry
and dis amt business. One O. der gang is
gittin' hitched down der street"
The church at which the marriage is being
performed is but few blocks away and
hither the trio repairs, where it is joined by
others. There are few females present and
there is but single person in each pew. 1t
would seem that some concerted action is to
be taken At first glance it looks as though
the mon and women intend co kiss the bride
in regular order. But they don't. The
ceremony is soon over and the bride and
groom, each good representatives of the
same social order, come down the aisle;
each of the occupants of the pews arises In
his place and solemnly slams the pew door
as hard as he can.
The sound is like roll of small arms and
Mr.. Hatton is much pleased by it. THAT'S
wat l call corkin' good saioot," he re-
marks to friend. 1T amt as good as can
non, but it beats an organ out NV sight"
After this Mr.. HaUton joins the friends Of
the bride and groom and assists them in
emptying a couple of kegs of beer in a
neighboring saloon.
Later Mr.. Hatton pauses in front of a sa-
loon in Baxter street. After moments
thought he picks a cobble store from the
street and enters The bullet-headed gem
tlenan behind the bar seems to look on him
with no friendly glance.
''Mornin', Salty, how's dey running'~ in
quires MIR. Hatton in his blandest tone.
w ats yer game?" is the surly response.
SALTY, l want a drink says Mr.. Hat
ton.
Yer do, do yerr'
yes, some Nv yer best 5 cent whisky wild
calersayer."
where's your money?'
"Salty," says Mr.. Hatton in a reproach
full voice, "Fm shamed NV yer. An ter me
watts got a fortin comin' ter me-"
"W'n der fortin comes der drink comes"
is the surly answer
"All rite, Salty, no offense, says Mr. Hat
ton airily. He walks to the door with
hand in his ragged coat pocket and rs he
reaches II he turns and calls out:
Say, Salty, some NV der gang may come
in an want ter leave a love token fer deu,"
then suddenly drawing the cobble stone
from his pocket he hurls it behind the bar.
There is a crash of broken bottles and glass
es, but before the bar tender can do any
thing the Whyo is out of sight.
Oats one on Salty, ;" he mutters when he
gets his breath. NOW for Dutch"
A few minutes later he enters a dingy
little grocery store near the Five Points.
There Is a look of alarm on the face of the
stout German proprietor as he sees who his
visitor is
"Gott in Himmel!" he calculates as Mr.
Hatton after appropriating a smoked her
ring and some crackers proceeds to make
himself at home.
"Vas you vands now?"
"Well, Dutchy," answers Mr.. Hatton
coolly, 81 tink it's tree weeks since de gang
hez seen you an l believe yer dues is tree
dollars"
''Nen! Nein! hat it not" exclaims the
helpless grocer.
"Tree dollars is wot ] said" repeats Mr..
Hatton calmly, tree dollars or a regeler
clean Quit"