The Anaconda standard., 1899-05-10
THEY COT INTO A SCRAPE
Nose La Fontise and His Train er.
Biddy Bishop, Arrested.
BOTH HAD A WEARY MARCH
Went Out Shooting, Which Was Agains
the Law-Thought 1t Would Queer
Them With the Sports.
Paid Their Fines.

Nose La Fontisp, the great Montana
fighter, is having a great time in son
Francisco these days. The coast news
papers are giving Nose columns Of
space and several reporters are always
present at his training quarters. la
Fontise and his trainer got into q little
scrape last Saturday, and the affair
There was plenty of excitement at
Nose La Fontise's training quarters
last Saturday, caused by La lHontse
and his trainer and manager, Biddy
Bishop. being arrested. The facts of
the whole affair have just been made
known. In place of doing the regular
mornings work, Bishop suggested they
so out for a little hunt over the hills
The boys shouldered their guns and
were soon in the neighborhood of Lake
Merced, where there are ducks cf all
sizes and shapes. Now it happens that
the duck season is over and it is against
the law to kill this kind of game, and
also that the lake is private property,
being owned by water company, and
i is necessary to have a permit to
shoot or fish there. The temptation was
too great, however, and Bishop and his
fighting Frenchman were soon blazing
away al all kinds of game.
Some one had planted a decoy duck
near the shore, which attracted the at
tention of La Fontise. Thinking it was
a live one he banged away.
7 wonder what's the matter with
this gun of mine,'' said Nose after ne
had wasted about a dozen shells on the
imaginary duck.
Let me have a chance at it, said
Bishop, loading his gum, III tear his
bloody head off, and he emptied both
barrels, but without even moving it.
That's the hardest duck to hit l
ever saw said Biddy after they had
both wasted all their shells.
cat this juncture a burly policeman,
mounted on big sorrel horse. rode up.
He had been attracted by the shooting.
SO you'se is the guys what's been
| KILN all these cows and hosses, are
you's? Well, jes come along wild me.
| III learn you Sc to shoot here wldout
a permit and he dismounted from his
| horse and had both La Fontise and
| Bishop handcuffed and tied to the end
| of his lariat before they realized what
| had happened.
Say. old man. you don't want to be
| too hard on u.s. emplored Bishop. You
| see this boy is Nose La Fontise, the
| pugilist and he's training TO fight Joe
| Lavigne up at Stockton on the 9th and
| lie lldS 10 make WelSnt, ana II we
| don't get a chance to get back to our
training quarters to get a rub. why
| he's liable TO put on two or three
| pounds, and we've got a big forfeit up.
Let us go this time and we'll promise
never to do it again. and Biddy's face
showed an expression similar to that
of a school boy pleading not to be whip
| ped.
! SO you're a pugilist, are you? And
a Frenchman at that: we'll, you're the
| first red-headed French fighter 1 ive1
seen, and l know the captain will pra Sc
me highly for arrestin' a foghttr. Sc
| jeS come along.
PLEASE, mister don't arrest me,
said Mcse. I didn't know it was against
the law to shoot
Never mind Sir; come along,' and
! away they went, the police officer on
| his horse with the two boxers at tbs
end of the rope and handcuffed.
| 1T was weary march, and by th'
| time the station was reached there was
a good crowd of two or three hundred
| people following the queer procession.
| Goodness. what would my girl think
| if she saw me noW?' said Nose. If old
man Sullivan was here I'll bet we'd get
| out.
Yes said Biddy, and I'll be ruined