The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-10-07
MEN SHOOTING TO KILL.
A REMARKABLE DUEL FOUGHT BY
CHICAGO TOUGHS.


| norton fought a duel with revolvers shortly
before o'clock, Taste vening, and both
received wounds which will probable prove
fatal The two men met in Lansing 81 Nc
GarigIe's saloon at l24 Clark street. Con-
norton was sitting at a table with John
Higgins eating supper. when Haggerty
came into the place to get glass Of beer
The two men saw each other at the same
moment, Connorton jumped from his
chair, and leveling his finger at Haggerty,
called him vile name.
I've been looking for you three or four
days." Connorton exclaimed, land now Pm
glad I've got you"
What do you menT Haggerty asked.
Connorton's reply was an epithet so vile
that Haggertys face became nearly purple
with passion. The two men sprang at each
other like tigers.
IN kill you now" Connorton yelled, and
he drew a big gun from his hip pocket.
an get you" said Haggerty, in voice
that trembled with passion. The men
clinched for a moment and wrestled around
on the marble floor IN an endeavor to throw
each other, but they were quickly separated
by walters and persons who ran in to pre-
vent a fight. Connorton swung his re-
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men who we're trying to pinion his arms
and sent them flying for their lives. Hag
gerty fought like a demon for his liberty,
aud, by the use of sheer brute strength,
flung off the friends who were trying to
drag him out of danger. Once free he
stepped toward Connorton. His face was
deathly pale, his lips almost bloodless, and
there was dangerous glitter in his eyes.
Neither man spoke a sword. Connorton
raisad his ravOlvar and aiming nj f.
blank range sent bullet crashing through
Haggerty's right breast. Instantly there
was commotiou in the place. Tables were
deserted, chairs tumbled over, dishes
brushed to the floor with a crash, and then
there was rush Of a hundred frightened
men for the exits.
Haggerty was the coolest man in the
room. The shot staggered him for an
instant only; the pallor of his face hight
ened and his step was a trifle unsteady as
he advanced on Connorton. The latter
aimed his revolver again, and exclaiming
that he would blow the whole top of Hag-
gerty's head off, pulled the trigger. The
bullet tore through the ceiling over his
head, for, Just as he fired, a gambler who
was standing at his side hit him powerful
blow on the arm. Another man in the
crowd hit him in the face and knocked him
down, and then Haggerty tried to jump on
his PROSTATE form, but was held back by
the same friends who originally interfered
with the fight.
81 can get him." Haggerty growlod, as he
struggled to free himself from his captors
Pm shot. He shot me and | can get him. y
he added. He shook them off one by one as
if they had been mere play hings, and,
drawing a revolver from his pocket he
again advanced toward Connortou, who
had regained his feet and was preparing to
fire third time.
You shot me, but Pll get you," Hag-
gerty cried. Connorton's reply was an
oath. Again the walters and guests inter-
fered with the men. Connorton's and
Haggerty's arms were seized by dozen
men, who tried to take away their revolver,
bnt they fought so fiercely to get at each
other and used their revolvers so promiscu-
ously that they had soon gained clear
range Haggerty advanced, swapping his
gun at every step.
1t would notsexplode, but Connorton re-
treated toward the exit leading to the
ladies' entrance. Just as he reached the
stairs Haggerty pressed his left hand over
the wound III his right breast and seemed
about to fall. He reeled on the floor for a
moment, and then recovering himself as il
by supreme effort Of the will he exclaimed
"I'll get you yet" The words were fairly
Missed out between his teeth. Connorton
tumbled up the stairs as IL his life depended
heels swapping his revolver and reiterating
his threat, I'm get you yet"
The two fighters ran through the restau
rant, followed by q big crowd of men and
boys, who kept respectful distance from
Connorton's revolver, which was flashed
about in their faces every moment just as
| Connorton reached the street he jumped to
| escape from his relentless pursuer between
two cabs. Haggerty, however, with hi:
hand still pressed over the wound, from
which blood was pouring in a stream
| jumped at Connorton like a tiger Just
as the latter was about to get away
| Quicker than a flash the muzzle of Hag-
| gertys big gun was pressing against Con.
norton's abdomen. This time the gur
| exploded There was a muffied report and
| Connorton sank to the sidewalk exclaiming
Ppm done for"
| "Ill get you yet, Jimmy" was all Hag-
| gerty said. Connorton struggled to hi:
feet, staggered through the barrier of cabs
and tried to run for shelter in Mailer
Gales saloon. Haggerty was after him
like Nemesis. When Connorton went
down he lost his revolver, but Haggerty
still had his weapon. As the tired man
reeled across the street Haggerty kept snap
ping his guu with ferocious determination
and reiterating: "Tll get you yet" AL
the passion and deadly determination of the
man seemed centred in that one remark
he pressed the muzZle against Con-
nortons head, against his body, il
fact, wherever he thought the bullets
would kill, but the hammer fei
each time upon cartridges that would no
explode. The scene was intensely dramatic
and so absorbed was the mob in the result
that nobody put out hand to save Con
norton from humiliation. When they
reached the east sidewalk in front of Mahle
81 Gales saloon Connorton jagged toward
carriage driven by man known a
"Hawkshaw." Opening the door he go
inside and gave peremptory orders to bt
taken to the Palmer house. Haggerty wa
at the door as ne sank back on the seat fain
from the loss of blood.
keep that man away" Connortol
pleaded in feeble voice
Il want you, Jimmy" was the grim re
ply.
Snap went the gun again, but as before i
did not explode. The muzzle was pressinI
close against Connortons head. "BaC
Jimmy" felt the cold steel and with ;
shudder tried to brush it aside, but Hag
gerty pressed it all the closer and KEEP
swapping away in a half-delirious fashion
"Hawkshaw,n tho driver, spurred on by
the fear that a murder would be committee
In his carriage put an end to the scene b,
whipping up his horses and hauling Con
norton away. Even as the carriage sweep
down the street Haggerty pointed his re-
volver at it and pulled the trigger time ant
again until il finally tnrnad into MadiS,,