The morning call., 1894-09-25
RAlNEY'S MUSCLE.
He Can Fight as Well
as Plot.
A Big Liquor SoundIy Licked
by the Enraged Demo-
cratic Boss.

The association of Sam Rainey and
Aleck Greg gains, the prizs- fighter, It would
seem, has been of mutual benefit. Greg
gains has become a politician, as every
body knows, and now ii appears that
Rainey has biossomed out as a pugilist.
He probably had a better foundation to
build on than his doughty companion, for
yesterday he showed bimself a thumpeI
of fine ability, while Greggains is still
elm bing the ladder OF fame as states
man.
The two were together on Kearny street
about O'clO discussing the difference
between knocking out an anti-boss con-
ventiOn and laying low pug. Rainey ex-
planned the advantage, in accomplishing
the former feat, of never letting any body
know about what you were going to do
and then doing il all of a sudden, and
Greggsins remarked that that was Just the
caper in ring tactics. "Hit him quick, be-
fore be knows ii, and follow it up before
be finds out where he is at" he is reported
to have said. The political boss chuckled
as he thought OF how he had done just
that very thing to Chairman Deuprey ami
the rest of them, and then started uD the
hill toward The abies.
When be reached the corner OF the allev
a big, tall man, who proved 10 be L. l.
Mahoney, EOurt h-Street liQuor-deAler
accosted MIN.
II don't want to see you," said the boss.
"But will see your declared the other
in a loud voice.
Rainey tried TO wave the uDwelcome Wis
itor off. but Mahoney would rot 60. He
said, "TVe come to see you, and want you
to talk to me-"
"Ali right" replied The man who makes
l)9m0cTaGp pAn0l0atRQ
"Hh hat is lt?"
MahOney lowered his voice, and the
conversation could no longer be heard.
Suddenly the fist of the big red man shot
out from the shoulder, and the liquor
dealer >taggered back and almost fell from
a blow on the face. Rsiney shuffied his
$50 pounds closer to the mark, and let go
again. He was following Greggains' ad-
vice to the letter, and it had the desired
effeci.
MahOnev went back again but not fast
enough. Nobody would have thought OF
it, but big. bury Ralney was as agile as a
cat lie skipped across the alley after his
foe and drove him toward the back of The
Laurel Palace. A right hand swing sent
Mahoney through the glass panel of he
door and he would have fallen through to
the floor along with the Gathering glass,
but Sam needed him. lie reached pom
derous hand through the panel and plucked
HIS man Jul do UelDe iOO HOUu lDiUR
lose. Then he hammered him some more,
while big crowd looked on and didn't ill.,
terfere because the fight was going right,
from their point of view.
Finally the big boss ceased, somewhat
winded but unscathed. He withdrew to
the stable and Mahoney, bloody and
bruised, started off in the opposite direc-
lion. There was no hing to detain him.
He had been to see Rainey and had seen
him.
After the melee the only explanation the
boss would give Of his attack was that
Mahoney had insulted his wife.
IL turns out, though, that the fight was
over politics. Mahoney is a cousin of
Phil Crimmins and, though on the other
side OF the poll ical fence himsei imag-
ines that he has influence sufficient TO
entitle him 10 the privilege of naming city
officials. He had grudge against Auditor
BIoderick and went to Rainey to give him
instructions as to who should be made
Auditor.
Rainey would not consent TO do as he
wished and he used some vile language.
Raney's friends say that he even struck
the boss first.
Eddie Graney was the happiest man in
town last night. He highly APP royed the
spirit of the boss and declared that the
old man handled himself like lightweight.