The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-14

nous Morey letter Sixteen Cinnamon
were Slaughtered by mobs in Denver that
night. Although Phil Dixon had often
been heard TO express his disgust for Chin
amen, he not only kept out of the hunt for
them on that night, but stood TO lose his
lie In their defense. He did this, as he
afterwards told me, BECAUSE he felt il all
over that he had played his string. and
he wanted 10 see the thing out while
standing up.
anyhow on the first night of the riots
Dixon was down town. taking in the wild
actions OF the Chinese hunting mobs with
an apparently uninterested eye. Along
about o'clock he was standing in the
doorway of a harness store in the next
Dlock from Tahors grand opera house.
lhere was a wild hurUah down the street.
ana a Chinaman, scared almost to death
ana running like a deer looked in Phirs
direction, with couple of hundred men,
most OF them infiamed with rum at his
heeis While the ganoping Chnaman drew
close 10 where he was standing, Dixon call
ed out to him:
Come in here, you lop-eared Chink
Ill stand EN- off for YOU
BUT the Chinaman. mistrusting Dixon.
PAID no attention to the call and kept right
on, So Dixon grabbed him and chucked
MIN into the door of the harness shop. He
was a giant of six feet two. and the Chi
He had hardly cast the Chinaman with
IN the door before the advance guard of
the pursuing mob came up. Phil was TAX
ing up the whole doorway. with his legs
straddled out and his feet about four feet
apart, his hands behind him In a position
that meant something.
Well said he to the winded mob that
was drawn up across the street from curb
to curb.
3" He went in there, didn't he?" yelled
some OF them.
" Who. the Chink? Yes, he's inside now
What's he done?
" None of your damned business, Dixon;
we want him; that's all the mob shouted
Well, said Dixon both of his guns
coming out like flash, 4 don't see any
shaft cables chained to any of you. Get
him.
Men that saw the performance from the
windows of places across the street tod
me that the thing was a picture. For a
solid minute Dixon stood in the doorway
with the muzzle of his guns turned down
ward, waiting. The mob remained abso-
lutely silent. Then some men on the outer
edge of the crowd set up a hi-yi.
There's another oner they yelled. and
| the whole mob turned and broke after a
| Chinese who had been chased by another
gang down cross treet. Dixon replaced
his guns with a Disguised look when the
shivering Chinaman from beneath one of
the harness store counters and led him by
the scuf of the neck to police headquar-
ters. where he turned him over for pro-
lection.
"Dixon carried the same kind of a chip
on his shoulder for nearly three months
after this before he met up with his finale,
which overlook him in Leadville. He was
in Bud Cantley's saloon one night when a
young tenderfoot tourist came in, and in
| conversation with the barkeeper related
that he had just lost big wad of money,
one bet after another. at Dan Cartwright S
faro game. Now, Cartwright's layout was
a brace game and no mistake. Dixon
heard the tenderfoot boys talk with the
man behind the bar.
"'We'H take walk over to Cart
wrights, son. said he to the young chap.
and the lad followed after him without
any questions.
when The. two reached Cartwr gifts
place Dixon walked up to Cartwright,
who was sitting in the lookOut's chair.
'Ombrey,' said he to the proprietor of
the bank, this kid here pointing to the lad
who stood by) tells me that he dropped his
roll here a while ago. Is that right?'
"'Weu, said Cartwright, who had vel
low in him to spare, he was some loser
Some loser be damned said Dixon.
You got his whole bundle, with six hum
| dred in it. Now, this Kid neved had any
show here to win; and a man who don t
stand to win don't stand to lose. Dig up
that six hundred. This boys going to cut
the cards with you for it
But, look here, Phil Cartwright be-
gan to argue.
Look nowhere said Dixon. The cay
use strayed in here without knowing the
kind of a joint you run Plant down that
six hundred. quick, and you'll both cut
the deck for it
Cartwright. who was a class u man
anyhow, counted out the six hundred, but
he also made a signal to a cur named Luke
Hardness, who was in charge of the red
and black table at the other end of the
ROOM that Dixon didn't see. Cartwright
then walked over to the side of the room,
ostensibly to get fresh deck of cards, but
really to get out of range. Then Hark-
ness shot Dixon three times in the back
and Phil fell dead. He had frequently
told me after he got that letter about his
sisters death that he was tired of the
whole game, but 1 never figured that hed
get rounded up this way without a show
for his white alley. Hardness got only
manslaughter sentence, but died in
prison."
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