The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-01-15
best If You won't come, goodnight.
And away went the superintendent.
Ready for Another Fight.

Ready for Another Fight.
My blood was up. and so. even had the
mob been still around me, | should have
gone my own way. so l turned toward the
west and strolled on again. half wishing
that l had not seen the end of my nights
adventure. Yes, certainly, when l recall
the scene of that evening which is wildly
impressed on my memory, for reasons
which the reader may gather If he choos-
es TO wade to the end of this chapter. l
confess, and l am sorry TO confess that l
turned away from the inspector with
strong, but by no means divine anger at
my heart In the first place l was not
| thoroughly satisfied that 1 was in the
| right in what l had done; secondly, the
MOB We're towards. which always makes
man angry; thirdly, the policeman had
| struck Joey with his staff, after another
of the force had come to his aid, which
showed that he was little better than the
mob; and so on the whole l felt uncom-
monty ready to quarrel right or wrong
with any one who came i'm my way; and
haNent you, my reader often found your
self in an equally unchristian temper
when you've interfered where you had no
direct call, with the best intentions, but
before you knew the rights of the case,
and don't know whether you haven't put
your foot in it? l was not sorry therefore
when heard footsteps hurryng after me,
and in another moment found my tall
/ friend at my side backed by some half
dozen men and boys who had left the
| crowd when they found that l had gone
on my way, for the purpose of batting
the man who had had the bad taste 10
help crusher in difficulties.
My gaunt friend slaokened his pace as
he came abreast of me and began cate
chism interspersed with many vitupera
tive epithets as to what the devil bust
ness was II of mine?" How the detectives
were paid?' and getting no answer to his
questions went on to some gross abuse
of the aristocracy, in which favored body
he chose to place me, and ended by threat
enlng to punch my head, just as we came
/ under bright gas lamp where the street
was reasonably level. | had already pre-
pared for action by unbuttoning my left
shirt sleeve and brace, and so turned short
upon him with my back to the lamp so
as to get the right light with, NOW sir,
what do you want with me?" Poor fellow,
as the light fell full upon him l saw in
moment that he was not the man could
raise a hand against-a shambling, lank
creature, with thin white hands that could
scarcely have crushed an eggshell. His
drawn, salIoW face told of bad food long
confinement and filthy, air, while his eyes
and nose showed that the devil had tempt
| ed him to the worst solace for a poor
mans miseries My anger oozed away at
once and turned to a feeling of shame. so
that when he repeated his question,
! What right had you to turn against the
poor bonepicker?" felt that | was on my
defense, and said almost doubtfully,
why, because you were all going against
| the policeman"
Twenty voices were raised at once de-
claring that The crusher,' as they would
call him, was the greatest tyrant in the
| force, had committed all sorts of iniqui-
| ties, and was deserving of the worst pen
oil Of 4,
the outside suggested that l had incurred
like pains and penalties, which should be
there summarily inflicted. II don't care
what he is 1 said at last in a momen>
tary lull you were all against him. and
that's enough to make any Englshman
take his part. Besides he was doing his
! duty in taking up a vagabond who 1 dare
say, was picking pockets"
Getting at the Facts.
who told you that?'' said a man I
hadn't yet seen, pushing through the
crowd and facing me; "how dare you call
an honest man whom you never saw be-
| fore pickpocket? You weren't there to
see what they began fighting about"
felt l was in the wrong. and SO took
| the course which most people follow under
like circumstances, and retorted: mo more
were you"
That's lie!" said he straight out; "1
was tliNIe tHe NHOle Tune, and / say the
poor fellow was only following his calling
and bad enough one it is too. without
! the meddling of such fellows as thai,
crusher 10 make 1t worse"
was getting heartily sick of my DO
sitlon, and did not feel at all inclined to
take up the cudgels against poor Joev
whom | already felt l had IibeJed. A
pichpocket would never have been in such
clothing as his
i m sorry l called him a thief" said
ana II he was in the right I'll go TO the
court tomorrow to back him. And now
you come along with me and tell me what
you saw" 40
The man looked me full in the face for
a moment. He was a short. stont fellow
in flannel jacket and corduroys win a
race Just then fun of good, strong indipna-
tlon9 very well, he said come on
ne crowd seeing that there was no
chahce OF a row, broke up, and and tbe
short man walked on together
now said l how did the row besin9,
n.y. answered my companion. s'inet
thls way L was coming up the street ana
saw joey as they call him, quietly nicI-
ing over heap of street dirt Yo,, go
ne hVes by searching them hesns ana
getting the bits Of bones and rags ana any-
thing else he can find. Policeman come
ana say GET on there, you dirty scamn
or III make you" The man hooked ~
the way and Til move on as soon as pve
picked over this heap lie turns down
again, and then policeman cut at him
kicks over his basket and grabs him h,
the collar, and in course the poor man
turns at him and tries TO get away and
that's all about it."
And you tell me, on the word of a
man. said /, that you saw the whole
quarrel yourself, and9that was how IL be-
gam"
Il do" said he, land. what's more T
know that policeman well, and he's as he
tyrant as any of his masters 10 Down.
ing street. Only week or two ago a
| friend of mine was going quietly home
at Y O'Clock along this beat. when NV
lord comes staggering out of a back street
and pushes him right into the kennel and
collars him and says he'll take him 10
the station But he got hold of the wrong
sort that time for he was served out n .,e-
ly before any of the rest could come un."
"Well, butt said l. interrupting him
you seem to think the police are set~un
by tyrants in Downing street to Cypress