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Show HIS SUPERIOR OFFICER. How Seaman Jack O'Neill Resented an Insult to President McKlnlej. "Jack" O'Neill, able seaman in the United States navy, late a member of the crew of the Vieksburg and now on a 'naval fecruitms.,: jn thfr Masonic Ma-sonic Temple at Chicago, is nursing a bruised fist and a sprained wrist, says a Chicago paper. He has no complaint to make, but finds satisfaction in thinking of "the other fellow." O'Neill looks on the President of the United States with a respect too deep to be measured. The President is to the seaman the commander-in-chief of the army and navy, and that is enough. O'Neill was standine at Thirty-first street and Michigan avenue ave-nue on Friday evening. He had just heard of the attempt to assassinate the President and his soul was filled with wrath. While in this mood a man stepped up. "Have you heard about McKinley being be-ing shot?" the stranger inquired. "Yes; I just heard the news a minute min-ute ago," replied the able seaman. "Well, he ought, to be shot for what " The stranger never finished the sentence, sen-tence, for O'Neill's fist landed on the speaker's mouth with a force that sent him sprawling in the street As he scrambled to his feet he received another an-other blow. in the face that sent him down again. Three times the stranger measured his length on the ground. "Don't hit me again," he cried. "I'll apologize; I'll apologize." "You bet you will apologize," said O'Neill, "or I'll beat your head off. President McKinley is my superior officer, of-ficer, and no man can insult him while I'm around." A crowd gathered in a moment, among whom were several who had witnessed the affair. When they told others what the fight was about expressions ex-pressions of indignation became so loud and threatening that the stranger made a quick escape down an alley. |