St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-01-06
SULLIVAN AND A GUN.
The Champion Quailed Before st. Paul
Alderman's Six-Sh0oter.
MY NAMES JOHN L. SULLIVAN
But the Bluff Didn't GOETHE Plucky
Alderman Made Him Take a
Walk.

''I'll tell you story of John l.. Sulli-
van that never was published" re-
marked well known sporting man in
night. II know it's true. because |
happened to be an eye witness of the
transaction myself. When the big
Slugger was in st. Paul recently, on his
exhibition tour, he carried load of
wine most of the time, and showed his
ugly disposition on all occasions. But
he got the worst of it once, at the hands
of st. Paul alderman. 1t happened
this way:
sullivan and Alton Taylor entered
the ticket office of a certain road in this
city to procure transportation to Mil
waukee for the Sullivan combination.
John l.. bonaed his fist down on the
counter with terrific force, and leering
at the aldermanic ticket-seller, blurted:
MY name is Sullivan-John l.. Sulli-
van. got my combination here, an l
want to go to Chicago an stop off at
Eau Claire. Gimme tickets, theatrical
rates. Saying this the champion pugil-
ist slammed a roll of bills down in front
of him and looked tired. as if the length
of the speech had wearied him.
1.-The alderman replied, politely: Il
don't think / am authorized to sell you
tickets at theatrical rates, sir, unless
you get ali order from the general pas
Senger agent
~ he prize fighter growled: Say, do
you known who l am? Gimme tickets
at theatrical rates, now, an no more
monkey business
Eyes, know who you are. You
just told me your name was Sullivan.
But it don't make any difference who
you are; L can't sell you tickets at theat-
rical rates without an order from the
general passenger agent replied the
alderman, a little nettled by Sullivan's
furious tones.
Sullivan did not reply, but quick as a
flash he drew his right arm up and tried to
catch the alderman back of the head, in
tending to bump his nose on the counter.
The alderman was too swift for him,
and Sprang nimbIy out of the way. His
aldermanic blood was up. Before his
movements were understood he walked
back to the safe, opened the door and
pulled out big SiX-shoOter. With the
weapon in his hand, he turned back to
Sullivan and remarked indifferently:
THAT kind of business don't go here,
Mr.. Sullivan. You take walk"
Sullivan was speechleSS, but he had
caution enough to back away "a few
steps, and Steve Taylor took him by the
arm and pulled him toward the door.
Come on out o. here, john he said.
You don't want to have any trouble
here Sullivan backed out and when he
got pretty near the door the alderman
laid the revolver down under the coull-
ter, and nonchalently picked up news
paper. Sullivan saw this, and suddenly
breaking away from Taylor. dashed to-
ward the gate leading inside the cOun-
ter. But the plucky alderman was just
little too smart for him. In an instant
the gun was in his hand, cooked, and
the muZzle leveled straight at Sullivan's
head. The champion stopped short,
trembling with fear and rage.
"'D-n you, sir; you make another
move this way and FL blow hole
clear through your carcass. you dirty
eur, and tnere'll never be anything said
about it, either Advancing as he
talked, the alderman showed the revolver
close up to the face of the big Slugger,
who stood paralyZed with fear, and con-
tinued: You think you're great man.
III let you know. you sneaking dog,
that you can't bully me. You turn your
head around, now. and move out of that
door, or the coroner will have business
with you before morning. Gltn
Sullivan turned in a daZed sort of
way, and Steve Taylor pulled him
along. The alderman kept close be-
hind, and the Slugger increased his gait
and Sneaked out into the street Oh
dOg-trot."
1t is related THAT Sullivan returned
shortly after with mutual friend, and
that, after he had apologiZed, he got
chance to shake hands with the alder
man. 1t is also related that Sullivan
affQnlnfQH al NJ
hand too hard and the gun came out
again, but this is not vouched for.
~
1t was on the same trip that Sullivan
and Sheedy, his manager, had a little
scene down in the corridor of the Mer-
chants hotel. 1t is well known fact
that Sullivan was afraid of Sheedy, and
although he threatened many times to
do up Pat, he always concluded to wait.
His discretion probably saved him his
life. On the occasion is question Sulli-
van approached Sheedy, and complained
that the receipts of the night before had
been tempered with.
Il don't know whether you're doing
me or not" he said to Sheedy.
The manager rose from his chair and
said something fierce in monotone,
which the bystanderS could not hear
Sullivan backed up a step or two, and.
doubling up his fists, Kissed: II ought
to smash your face for you, Sheedy.''
''Look here, john" replied Sheedy,
motioning the onlookers to stand back;
''you know your God too we'll to make
break at me. The first time will be
your last time, for I'll put daylight
through your id fool head in a
minute"
John L. put out his open hand. "YOu
know | don't mean it, Sheedy. What's
the use OF us quarreling?'
And in another minute they were
cooling together like pair of doves.