The Washington times., 1926-10-07
Chapter vi
By EDWARD J. DUFFY


Just after he left school to earn
money by lighting street lamps and
hawking newspapers, the lawsahid-
ing boys who knew him before he
preyed on society, recall he totally
lacked the respect OF his fellows.
He was no man OF nerve, but a
trembling 'scaredy-cat" and cry
baby.
Boys his own age picked on him,
90 that he had to bride some of
the tough boys around the neighbor-
hood to protect him. He carefully
saved out dimes from his earnings
and gave them one at time to big
DULLES for keeping him from being
picked on
This must have ranked him, so
that he sought to justify himself as
q man of nerve. He would show
those boys. He would do things
they wouldn't do.
Stole Uniforms
Boys his own size might beat him
in a fair and square fist-fight on
the corner lot, but they wouldn't
sneak into a store and steal soldier
clothes. When he did that, he nat
urally awed some playmates. Gee,
was odIn d Odu SSS d1IeA aAA' AAS
gloated.
Years later John Proctor heard
he had nerve, and proposed getting
some side money" Sam Marine
hesitated, but when the question OF
justifying that reputation as "a
guy with nerve" was brought up he
went with Proctor. Then he ran
LIQUOR and tended bar; but he did
not feel confidence in his wicked
ness until a gun was put into his
hand New Samuel Marine was a
highwayman, bad actor-he prided
himself.
But iron bars confine him in the
District Jail today, charged with
murder. and he is bewildered-won-
dering about this queer twist OF
circumstances which arose from his
will TO be feared. No remorse en-
tiers into his telling of what hap
pened that tragic night, when
he fired four shots in the gun bat
tie which cost the life of a cour
Rgeous policeman, and today pins
another to a bed Of pain in Garfield
Hospital.
Has No AIibi
II amt cryin' no tears about
who l shot" he speaks
coldly watching his words being
taken down word for word by a
reporter at his bedside. He waits
until the pencil stops moving, then
goes on. Il amt giVin' a damn. Z"
But 1 want to try to explain
this shooting, because my head
was kinda numb just after it. when
j was talkin' to the police. That
yeller dog, McCabe, tried to put
all this shooting match on me, but
here's just what happened from the
time we goes out.
proctor comes a Ouhd about 6
20 Eagles house and says he has
somethin' good. He says he'll be
back, and comes again about 1880.
They talks around, and he says he
don't want me to go. Callan and
Atchison was there, and he calls
Att on aside.
:. Jim went out and comes back
snd says he don't want to go out.
Proctor asked Eagles If he wanted
10 go. Eagles asked me II ia go.
and I says yes, If it's anythin'
easy.
Proctor said twenty cases Of
red.' He meant to go hijack.
Then Proctor goes out and we
gets dressed. We didn't know this
guy McCabe, what was with Proc.
tor. When we goes out, / told
Eagles to ask this guy McCabe if
il was hot car.
McCabe Drinking
HE said no. and I seen he was
Grinkin'. He was workin' selling
automobiles on Fourteenth Street
and he says he already wrote a
letter to the boss sayin' the car was
Stolen. He mailed the letter that
night.
I'VE went into Virginia. We got
near police patrol on a side street
l guess they knew us. because il
started following US. We drove
last, and when we got near High
way Bridge we saw our chance
and raced to the District line, be
cause they couldn't do nothin' with
us in the District.
I'VE stopped on the bridge q
while, then went back to Alex
Andria. Then we came back and
went down to Twelfth and Mary
p land Avenue Southwest, because
McCabe wanted whiskev.
II spies Ogle down there. so we
got away quick and went to Blad
ensburg Road. We hit the Mary