The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1893-04-17
HAD HIS GUNS WITH HIM
Jack Sullivan, OF Montana, Creates
a Sensation at the Chicago
Auditorium.
He Landed There With Els Blan-
kets, Guns and q Fierco
Big Dog.
He Thought the Worlds Fair Was Moth.
ing hut an Oyergrown Circus
In Full Blast

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| days ago. It was the arrival Of Jack sulli-
van. of Missoula county. Montana. His
advent had long been expected; in fact,
ever since his last letter to Manager Trip
| some ak weeks ago, with whom he had car
risd on q unique and interesting CORE
spondence. Several OF his letters were
published in the Inter Ocean. He invari-
ably addressed them to "Mr. Auditorium"
and began his ~epistles either with a 'Dere
sur" or "Pardner." The man who seems
to have impaired to him most of his infor-
nation he spoke OF as "Kernal Dolby"
Tie first letter received by Manager Trip
said: Eternal Dolby from the X. or d. lane
t put me on ter ye. He aed Rs how you was
keepin a hope of bluded folks at your joint.
i want ter cum to that ere worlds fair hxin
ovyourn.' Then he asked: How much dust
would you tacks me for sleping room in your
joint if i bring along my Blankets" Next
he added encourngine!y: II alers bunk
single since me md whisky Jim he'd that
gun play at big henrie's dive, and he plugged
me in l of my dividers. and j guess your
dive amt no tougher an his was" In con-
Guiding this letter he stated that he had
| plenty of dust" and that he would ''pretty
dOOu otElH0 VIC ttull ZOE OulCHKO.
In another letter he stated that he had
nine Quns, but that he was only going to
bring two and q hunting knife and "nucks."
He was very much afraid that he would
arrive in Chicago in the night time. so he
said: Put me on the trail leadin' ter yer
camp 80 | can spot it, as | may strike a hard
formation of both sexes and will hev to put
some led in 'em." From his letters it was
gathered that he had killed not less than
five mon. one of them during the time Of
the correspondence. because when he buried
an adopted daughter whom he loved the
other miners laughed at him; also that he
was born aud bred in tho mining regions Of
Montana and had never been away from
there.
Cashier Mcdonald was looking through
his peep-hole when he saw an unusual fig
ure enter the lobby. Messrs. Kennedy and
Churchill were busy behind the desk when
he whispered. Boys. what is it?"
The man who had just como into the lobby
was considerably over six feet tall and
looked to have been built as solidly as the
everlasting hills. He wore a tremendous
sombrero hat, which, Judging from its color
and proneness to flap over his left ear.
pectinR years.. His feet were tremendously
largo and the tops OF his boots, in which
were wedRed the tops of his corduroy pant
%aloons, came up a considerable distance
! above his knees. His shirt was the COM
mon blue WOODEN affair and his coat and
vest. the latter much too short, looked aa if
they had been picked from nm assorted lot
ut some fire sale. Slouching close behind
him was an immense shaggy %staRhound.
He carried q large buffalo robe and a big
paper valise. He seemed uncertain
which way to go. just at this
from the carriages which conveyed
him from the depot, loaded down with
blankets. guns, strings of elk's teeth, and Il
handsome pair Of ~antlers, which in ono of
his letters he had promised to 'Mr. Audito-
rum" The portets directed him to the
clerks. Mr.. Kennedy politely handed him
q Zen. He wrote: Jack Sullivan and dog,''
Then they knew who he was and Mr.. Tripp
was sumnaoned. This ia Mr.. Audito-
rum" said Mr.. Kennedy. "Hello. PAID
ner!' said Sullivan. ,grasping Mr.. Trips
hand in a grip 30 hard and prolonged that
'something."
He had "something'' in his pockets, as
after developments proved. but was willing
ITO go up against the Auditorium joint"
Meanwhile the portcrs were anxious to
know what to do with the queer luggage.
Jest lay. it down there" he said, ;the
doRll watch it., an give me the eun.' He
took the largest piece of ordnance he had
brought with him and started for the bar
room.
Just a moment" said Mr.. Kennedy. "do
you want a room with a bath?" Mr.. Ken
nsdy was in the act of placing a number
opposite jacks name. The giant took one
step to the desk. and he had his gun in his
hand. too. and said: ''See here, young fell
Ter. do l look like l needed washin'?" Ken
needy was frightened. and it was fun for the
boys to see him abjectly explain the nature
of his question. He decided that 1TEe
wouldn't take a bath nor would he be
assigned to a loom until he saw the Worlds
fair. He said his dog could watch his
things on the floor until he got baok. He
evidently thought he could walk to the fair.
and which he evidently thought
was nothing more than an over
grown circus. Manager Trip had cause
to curse the hour in which no had invited
him into the bar room. He stayed there fol
two mortal hours, and he made the manager
drink every time he did. In the meantime
Mr.. Kennedy had selected a room for him
and ordered she porter to carry up his traps
But they couldn't do it because the dog was
there. When they attempted to touch any
thing he rose M, his hair standing out like
bristles, and showed fangs that were Ions
and white. For that two hours the master
owned the bar room and the dog the rest OF
the hotel. One thing is certain though. The
old miner has brought plenty of dust
with him. He has made MI. Trip promise
to take him TO a show where there are some
"prctty girls"
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