, 1903-03-03
Fitzsimnens, the Unpsrjursd.
BY WIN. H. OSBORNE.

DI NJ. II. OooOAbHNE.
Copyright. 1903. by Daily Story Pub. Coz
"Send for Fftzsimmons," commanded
the astute attorney for the railroad.
Fitzsimmors came. The delicate arc
ma of liquor and toDacco came with
him-he was in prime condition, was
Fitzsimmons. But then, he generally
was. The messenger who was sent
for him hat no trouble to find him.
FiLzsimmons day or night could be
found in his private office in the cor
ner of the bar at Steve O'Donnell's.
Il amt no hog" would say Fitzsim-
mons; Just gimme all | kin eat an
drink an chew an | don't ask no
more. No, sir! An l can't say fairer
than that"
Fitzsimmons strobe into the attor.
ney's office with the peculiar air OF
dignity that was his alone.
"Fitzsimmons,' said the attorney.
bending His gaze upon the roseate
proboscis of that gentleman. but wait
a minute. What am | thinking of?
Will you come out and wet your
! whistler"
Fitzsimmons eyed the attorney stiff.
fly. I'll go out an stretch my legs"
he conceded. They went out and
came back.
Now, Fitzsimmons," went on the
lawyer. as he closed and locked the
door. we're in a hole. This man Jen'
kinson has sued us for heavy damages,
and the case cine up ext week. He's
the fellow we smashed all to pieces
last summer, you remember" Fitz
simmons kept on staring out of the
window.
Now" said the attorney, hes got
us dead to rights unless we can prove
just n thing. and that is that he vas
drunk. Understand? Now, we have
information that he was. But we've
got no certain proof. What we want
is the proof. Now, Fitzsimmons," he
fixed his steady gaze upon Fitzsim'
mons wandering one. you're a mar
about town-that's what o are. you
know-a man about town."
Fitzsimmons suddenly screwed his
face up into remarkable contortions
There's somethin' the matter with
me legs" he complained; they need
stretching, I guess. It's the only thins
that keeps EN- Strengthened out, and
that's a fact" They were duly
stretched.
Now" finally resumed the attorney
this thing happened right in front Of
Steve O'Donnell's, at ~ O'Clock mid
night, of the 18th of June. Under
stand? Well, it's just possible hat or
the 18th Of June, at midnight, you
were looking out Of Steve O'DonnelIs
window, and saw this thing, or that
you were standing outside, and saw
the man and saw that he was drunk
With one eye Fitzsimmons gazed
upon the distant landscape. With
the other he steadily regarded the
other lar
Counselor" he exclaimed, ut is
no doubt at all about It.. l see the hull
thing in me minds ave.. Here's me
Just standing inside the swinging doc,
lon the night Of June the 9th
Seventeenth" corrected the attor
ney.
Seventeenth it Isl" ven on Fitz
simmons. "On the night of Tuesday
the 18th of June"
Friday" interrupted the lawyer.
$50 1t was" continued Fitz. Fri
day, the 18th of June, an me as sober
as a judge, not having had a drop fol
%forty-eight hours to say the least"
Eight hours would be BETTER
murmured the lawyer.
"Forty-eight, upon my SOUL" insist
ed Fitzsimmons, AN what dye r'ink:
AS l stand there along comes this mar
Peterson-drunk as a JORDAN he moi
KNOWN whether he "a standin' OF
his head or his feet OF whether he
was foot or horseback-an' whe' dye
tink he does-walks into the blame
trolley car, yer honor, and smashes ii
to bits. On my soul he did. saw the
man." continued he, shaking his head
IAN l ought to know. He was drum
as a lord, I'm tellin' you.
me legs" remarked Fitzsimmons
"is feelin' that weak" Two hours
later Ftzsimmons left the room, hug
ging a twenty dollar bill close to hii
breast.
"a double on ole for mo conscience ,