The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-21

hangers-on being Indifferent as to the out
come, and the soldiers seeing that their
man probably had the winning end of it.
"Oh, no, you don't" said Towson, after
peculiarly vicious thrust on Potozzo's
part, and, taking advantage of a stagger
his man made, he ran in and planted his
knife squarely in the heart of the gambler,
who was dead within a minute The bad
soldier threw the knife against the wall
of the shack without word to any of the
other men, gathered up the gold and notes
on the table, strcde in the black darkness
of II Waco's muddy streets down TO the
waters edge, ran up the single sail of
fishermans felucca moore down there and
showed off into the waters of Bakers bay.
He was never afterward traced, although
the presumption of the army officers and
civil officials who made the investigation
was that he sailed across to Astoria and
slowed away on the steamship Columbia,
that sailed for San Francisco from Astoria
at o'clock the next morning.
There was a shooting case in San Anto-
MO in 1887 between a soldier and a bad
man in which the general verdict was that
the soldier needed to be Shot. He was a
cavalryman, stationed al San Antonio bar
racks, whose payday DRINKS were of a
very ferocious ana dangerous sort. He
would begin the sprees In the post can
teen, and would generally wind them up on
horseback in the streets of San Antonio.
He was a master horseman, having spent
a number of years on the plains punching
cattle, and even when he was drunkest he
could perform astonishing feats of horse
manship. With his canteen jag well I'M
der way he would navigate afoot to a liv-
cry stable in San Antonio, pick out the
widest horse he could get, and then pro-
coed to show the Inhabitants of the town
just what he could do.
One of his specialities was racing his
horse at a dead gallop through the main
streets of the town and picking up stray
dogs in full career. This trick finally pail
ed upon him, and he began to bear down
upon little children and lift them
into the saddle while going at full
her of times on successive pay days, and
the parents of the children, as well as the
whole population of the town, who had
seen the pranks of the drunken soldier
grew very wrathful about it, The soldier
was finally warned that if he repeated the
trick he would get himself into serious
trouble.
The drunk that he acquired on the pay
day when he met his fate was of so intense
a variety that he felt that he could ignore
the warnings he had received about his
children-lifting habit. He lifted several
and set them down again, and charged up
and down the streets like mad man.
hovlng
I'm a wolf! Gimme room! This is my
day to howl! l eat ella monsters and
whole lot of EN-! Gimme some ella mon
ster! Oh, but I'm a bad wolfp'
Finally, in the afternoon of his payday
drunk he saw a little girl about years
old crossing the street down which he was
charging, and he leaned over the saddle
as he swooped down and made grab for
her. The little girls dress tore as he
caught hold of it, and the child was
thrown, rolling fifteen feet away, and was
severely bruised. The soldier, sobered for
a moment, refined up.
The child's father happened to be a sa
loon keeper named Morton Farley, and he
was looking out of his saloon window
when the thing happened. He took a
pistol out of his cash drawer and went out
to the sidewalk, near which the soldier had
refined his horse.
II understood you to say while ago
that you were a wolf. didn't IL" inquired
Farley
That's what you did, and a bad one
at"
"Well, used TO make a business of kill
ing wolves for their hides" said Farley
and he shot the soldier dead O. he sat as
tribe his horse. He was acquitted by
coroners jury