Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-10-26
WHAT MIR. DOOLEY SAYS.
The Carey Kid and q Policeman WI
Died With His Face Front,

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Died With His Face Front.
From the Chicago Evening Post
They scragged man today" said Mr.
Dooley.
"They did So" said Mr.. McKenna.
did he die gamer
'"They say he did"
well, he did," said Mr.. Dooley 81 read
it all in tn pa-apers. He died as game as
If he was wan iv tn Christian martyrs in
stead Nv thief thatd hit his man wan
crack too much. Saint or murdhrer, it's
little difference, whin death comes up face
front.
Il Tread tn story iv this man through,
Jawn, an barrin' tn scraggin' it's TIL story
Nv tin thousand like him. Dye reymim-
Der tn Carey kid, We do? Well. I knowed
niver whit to his jooty wanst a month.
Whin he come over to live down be tn slip
twas as good place as liver We see. TIL
honest min an honest women whit an
come as they pleased an laid hands on no
wan. His boy Jim was as straight as tn
r-roads in Kildare. but he took to dhrink,
an whin Jack Carey was born he was q
thramp on tn sthreets an tn good woman
was wurrkin' down town, scrubbin' away
at tn fures in tn city hall, where Dennehy
got her.
BE that time around TIL slip was rough
n'-tumble. 1t was dhrink an fight livery
night an all day Sundah. TIL little lads
come together Under sidewalks an rushed
tn can over to Burke's on tn corner an
listened to what tn big lads toll thin. Tn
first instruction Jack Carey had was how
to take mans pocket handkerchief with
out his feelin' it, an tn next he had was
larnin' how to get over tn fince Nv tn re-
stockin' feet
He was a thief at tin yeer, an tn DO
lis'd run FIR him II he showed his head. At
twelve they stint him to tn Bridewell rr
a iuh 10 n,,k
up to amy game. / see him whin he was a
lad hardly to me waist stand on tn roof Nv
Finucane's Hall an throw bricks at tn po-
lisman.
He hated tn polls, an good reason no
had fr 1t. They pulled him out iv bed be
night to search him. If he turned a corner
they ran him fr blocks down tn sthreet
Whfn he got older they begun shootin' at
him tn minyit they see him, an it wasn't
many years before he begun to shoot back
He was right enough whin he was in here.
whin he'd had his full iv liquor rye see
him go out with his gun in his outside
pocket, an thin I'd hear shot after shot
down tn sthreet, an I'd know him an his
compliments. He put wan man on TIL polls
thigh.
''They got him after awhile. He'd KEEP
Undher cover f'r months, Twin in freight
cars an hidin' undher viadocks with TIL
pistol in his hand. Wan night he come out
an broke into Schwartzmester's place. He
sneaked through tn alley with the Ger.
man mans damper in his arms, an Clancy
leaped on him I'm tn fince. TIL kid was
tough. but Clancy played foot ball with tn
Finertys on Sundah an was tougher an
hin the min on tn other beats come I'D
Carey was hammered SO they had to carry
him to tn station an nurse him FIR trile.
He whit over tn road an came back
gray an stopped I was afraid Nv tn boy
with his black eyes, an wan night he sec
me watchin' him. an he says: 'Ye needn't
be afraid he says. I won't hurt ye.
Ye'er not Clancy
Il toP Clancy about 1t, but he was q
brave man. an says he: IT'S wan an wan
an thief again an honest man. II he
gets me he must get me quick Th' mex
night about dusk he come saunterin' up TIL
sthreet swingin' his club an jokin' with
his frens, whin some wan shouted: Look
out, Clancy He was not fast enough. He
died face forward, with his hand on his
belt, an befure all tn wurruld Jack Carey
came across the sthreet an put another
ball into his head.
me store. He was down in tn shadow Nv
tn house. an they was shootin' at him
from roofs an behind barns Whin he see
twas all up he comes out with his eyes
closed. firm straight ahead, an they filled
him so full of lead he broke tn hub Nv tn
path-rol wagon takin' him to tn morgue."
ut served him right" said Mr.. Nc
Kenna.
"whog' said Mr.. Dooley. Carey r
Clancy2"