The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-21
WHEN SULLIVAN BACKED DOWN.
Looking Into the Muzzle of a Six
Shooter Didn't Please Him.
From the 81. PanI Globe.


"I'll tell you a story Of John L. Sullivan
that never was published" remarked a well
known sporting man III the presence of a
reporter last night. Il know it's true, be-
cause l happened to be an eye witness to the
transaction myself When the big slugger
was in st. Paul recently, On his exhibition
tour, he carried a Loaf of wine most of the
time, and showed his ugly disposition on all
occasions. But be got the worst of it once
at the hands of q st. Paul Alderman. 1t
happened this way:
''Sullivan and Alton Taylor entered the
ticket Office of a certain road in this city 20
procure transportation to Milwaukee for the
Sullivan Combination.
John l.. brought his fist down on the
counter with terrific force. and leering at
! the Adermanic ticket seller, blurted; My
name is Suilivan--John l.. Sullivan. l got
my Combination here. an / want to 90 to
Chicago an stop off at Eau Claire. Gimme
| tickets, theatrical rates. Saying this the
champion pugllist slammed a roll Of bills
down in front Of him aud looked tired, as if
the length Of the speech had wearied him.
1.-The Alderman replied politely: 4 don't
think | am authorized to sell you tickets at
theatrical rates, sir, unless you get an order
from the General Passenger Agent.
The prize fighter growlel: Say, do you
J.
rical rates, now, and no more monkey bust
ness
Yes I know who you are. You just
told me your name was Sullivan But it
don't make any difference who you are: |
can't sell you tickets at theatrical rates
without an order from the General Passen-
ger Agent replied the Alderman, little
nettled by Sullivan'5 furious tones.
sullivan did not reply, but quick as a
He- i7a1 1sav ts5gr fr.ia1 30
catch the Alderman back of the head, in
tending to bump his nose on the counter
The Alderman was too swift for him, AMI
sprang nimbly out Of the way. His Alder
manic blood was up. Before his movements
were understood he walked back to the safe,
opened the door and pulled out a big SIX
shooter. With the weapon in his hand. he
turned back to Sullivan and remarked in
differently: That kind of business don't 20
here, Mr.. Sullivan. You take IA walk
Sullivan was speeches., but he had eau
ton enough to back agay 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 near the d or The AL
derrnan laid the revolver down under the
counter and nonchalently picked up a news
paper. Sullivan saw this, and suddenly
breaking away from Taylor dashed toward
the gate leading inside the counter. But
the plucky Alderman was just little too
smart for him. In an instant the gun was
in his hand, cooked, and the niuzzle lovelled
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 III blow a hole clear through
your carcass, you dirty cur, and there'll
never be anything said about it either Al
vancing as lie talked, the Alderman showed
the revolver close up to the face OF the big
sugger, who stood parayzed with fear, and
continued 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 be-
fore morning. Gitn
Sullivan turned in a dazed sort Of a way,
and Steve Taylor pulled him along. The
Alderman kept close behind, and the slug
ger increased his gait and sneaked out into
the street on a dog trot."