Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 3, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 September 1859 — A FIGHT AND A DOGGERY "DRIED UP." [ARTICLE]

A FIGHT AND A DOGGERY " D R IED UP."

The doggery kept in the second building east of the bank, although liquor had been sold there on the sly for a long time, has of late been an almost intolerable nuisance lo our villagers; but it was “dried up” rather suddenly last Monday, and much to the credit ot those concerned in the job. On Monday morning Norman Warner, having learned that Lewis, keeper of the doggery, had let his brother John have liquor on the previous evening, inform d said Lewis that he must leave the village; that he would give him until Tuesday noon to pack up and move, and that if he did not go by that time, he would assist him to go. Lewis took the hint und immediately packed up his things; but he did not leave town himself till evening. when he was assisted in rather an unceremonious manner, as will be seen further along. _ On Monday evening John Warner, while under the influence of liquor, furnished no doubt by Lewis, met Mr. Case, (who works in Mr. Warner’s blackstnithshop,) in front of Harding’s store. John thought that Case had something to do in shutting up the doggery, and was angered by it. He drew a pistol on Case, when the latter felled him with his fist and took his pistol from him. Case ihen turned to Lewis, who was standing by and asked,“What are you doing here!”and, with a word and a blow, sent him staggering against the house. Case then gave him a kick in the seat of honor, exclaiming at the same time, “Get!” Lewis started on a run, asking. “What have I been doing!” “Get!” accompanied with another kick, was the response. “Aint I getting!" exclaimed the poor doggery-keeper, clasping one hand on the sent of-pain, while his legs we e doing their utmost to carry his body out of the

i reach of the tremendous foot of the muscui lar blacksmith. The way he “threw the ’ gravel” was wom’er'ul to lidhold as he doubled the corner, and the last that has been seen of him he was two or three miles from town, with his coat under his arm, his hat in his hand, with one foot booted and the other bare, making every effort to increase the distance between h'rnself and Rensselaer, and well lie might, for he has no sympathisers here. Norman Warner is a Captain, and Case a “brick,” and our citizens should tender them a vote of thanks for abating the nuisance.