Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-06-07
ESPECIAL rELEeRAx TO THE pIsPArcH.i

CHICAGO, June 6.-The scores of skulls
that leer from the walls and chandeliers Of
the whitechapel Club never grinned
so broadly and the yellow skeletons
never ratified their bones so merrily as
they did last night. Two distinguished
guests were there, one who writes piously
and another whose pen loves to dwell on
evil deeds. They were Colonel Elliott f.
Shepard and George Washington Peck.
Mayor of Milwaukee, and father Of the
famous but depraved bad boy.
Chauncey M. Depew was expected to be
present, but he was i'll and his doctor for
bade him to come. DR.. Depew had just
finished his speech at the big Auditorium,
and had returned to the lobby of the Audi
torium Hotel with the other members of his
party, among whom was Colonel Shepard.
The Colonel was standing near large ONYX
pillar, his immaculate shirt front cleaning
id the bright light. His distinguished ap-
pearance had attracted many people about
him.
A SUDDEN SEIZURE.
Suddenly two young men in black, silk
shirts and black all over, save the red neck
ties that fared at ther throats, rushed
through the crowd and seized the editor by
the arms. They dragged him from the
curtained carriage, which whirled
down Michigan avenue and disappeared.
Meanwhile, from cab that waited at the
corner, stepped a solemn black friar. His
head was hidden in a hood and around his
body was tied with a rope a long black
monkish gown. He lodged behind the
heavy oaken doors Of the Auditorium and
peered from the folds OF his hood at the
shifting crowd within. He soon spied
q rather heavy set man, with gray hair, and
still grayer mustache and imperial, and
eyes twinkling pleasantly behind glasses.
1t was George W. Peck. The hooded friar
leaped out into the crowd, and, seizing
Miiwaukee's Mayor, dragged him over the
mosaic floor toward the boulevard.
"Who are you?" cried the creator of the
"Bad Boy."
"Jack the Ripper" was the reply.
Mr.. Peck was satisfied. When invited by
the Whitschapel Club to attend Thursday
nights symposium he had telegraped back:
"Send the Ripper himself after me-" Jack
had come. On the sidewalk nearly 5000
people pressed about the cab and marveled
greatly until it dashed off down the street,
followin g Colonel Shepard's carriage.
ALMOST AN ABDUCTION.
The two vehicles went on down to Madi-
son street and whirled over to La Sale.
Then it turned down q dark, grewsome al
ley and stopped before low door. The dis
tinguished guests were assisted from their
carriages and entered at the door. A gloomy
sentinel halted them.
"Who comes to Whitechapel?" he said.
"No. 13. No. Is, No. IL, was the answer,
with victims"
Then the door swung open. As they en-
tered loud report overhead startled the
guests. Blue lights fickered in the shining
skulls that serves as globes to the
chandeliers. The wind sweeping thorough
the door from the dark alley
ratified the bones of all the skeletons, and
then clock struck IL. A score of Rippers
sat at long tables. The guests were ushered
in, and the Master of Ceremonies said:
Colonel Shepard, this is Jack the Ripper.
Mr.. Peck, Jack the Ripper"
The guests received. cigars and striking
matches on q skull, they lighted them and
sat down. Then q few speeches were
made, and the two guests made
speeches in reply. They stayed for two
hours, being entertained with songs
and stories. Opie Read told about hang
ing down in Arkansas, and other happy
thoughts were expressed from time to time
as the graveyard relics all around inspired
them. When the guests arose to 60 after
taking one last look at the genial snake
that stretched himself in the corner and
ewing again the blood-stained souvenirs of
crime, Colonel Shepard and Mayor Peck
declared that they had never had such a
time.