The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-06

and there was Pete fighting with science aud
success TO maintain his place at the head OF
the line of waiting newsboys, all anxious TO
get bundles for the all-night places, where
two-bits Is often picked up for an early
\ paper.
! at was too dark to follow Pete, so told
! him had a notion to meet his side pard-
Der,' and hurried along with him TO Glas-
/ gov Jacks.
1t was the usual place-you remember
| the type, DUNN! A basement, q square
ring in one end some dumb-bells and In
I dian clubs scattered about; a pool>table.
! with leaden cushions, q half dozen berry
card tables; a bar and a patronage of pugs,
low FOUNDERS, and dreamy young men who
fancled they We're seeing life by poisoning
1t.
"Pete's advent woke up the place. My
very considerable knowledge q what the
paper contained-I had watched the make-
up-hed given me no impression that all
our news pertained TO fights aud fighters,
! racers and racing. murders and murderers.
The crowd there found nothing else in the
paper, and was soon expressing its interest
in those phases Of life by animated discuss
sions OF them over the most unthinkable
| whisky. l took u glass of it with Glasgow
| Jack, who treated me with that cousiderate
shall l say Observation-Disclosures our pro-
fession ever receives from his.
Jack laughed when / asked him. about
Pete. Pm kinder stuck on der kid said
Jack; 'dere's no flies on i'm an I'm goin to
do der right thing by him. l was thinkin it
would be der proper game to give der kid
some schoolin'. He kinder takes to literary
ways-selling poipers, and that. I'm dom
pretty we'll an amt got nobody wild string
on me sack; SO | was thinkin' mebee l could
send der kid to one of der schools in der
| country, where he'd get away from dis gang
and brace up little, and be Il lawyer, or
something. He's kinder got tor me, ye see,
and Pm sorter soft on der kid
Il knew Glasgow Jack to be the toughest
character In the city, but just the way all
the villainy went out of his wicked eyes
when he spoke of Pete has secured him q
graceful epitaph-it | have the pleasure Of
knowing OF his death.
There must have been some very excit-
ing sporting news that night, for the crowd
became noisy and drunk in discussing it.
at was such nasty outfit that | should
have left before Pete returned, but l had re-
solved to see him through one day. When
he did return. his papers all sold, Jack mo-
toned him to come over to us, but couple
of men at an adjoining table stopped the
boy, aud one Of them offered him a drink Of
whisky. Jack called out: Let go, now
You know don't want Pete offered any
drink
1.-THE man laughed in an ugly way, and
replied: You are getting too pious, Jack.
II the kids yours why don't you say So IL
he amt, don't he so funny about him. The
man, by quick grip, opened Pete'S mouth
| and threw some whisky in it.
Jack sprang at him and hit him before he
could rise. The mans pistol was whipped
| out, and he pulled with dead drop on
Jack; but just as he pulled Pete jumped in
between them and took the ball in his head.
Every Que was silent and motionless for
several seconds, as Jack caught poor little
Pete and laid him down, with a woman's
gentleness, on the sawdust floor.
Suddenly, with lightning swiftness, Jack
pulled and shot. Tho man fell backward;
Jack stood over the body, apd with horrible
calmness emptied the revolver into the
mans face.
II was kneeling by Pete's side when his
eyes opened. He whispered something and
put my ear to his lips. when yer write
it up he murmured, be sure an say me
side-partner never pulled his gun It'll after
de odder Teller had de drop on i'm"