A Pugilist�s Conscience.
another, being of course largely in their favor.
All three were intimates of the dead man, who
was once a New York fireman. This Mulligan
has a face as Irish as his name, was well dres-
sed, as gamblers mostly are, and has recent-
ly given up his establishment in the hope to go
a-soldiering as a captain. He tells Cahill that
he generally says a prayer before going into a fight,
�as he might be killed anything,� and solemnly
denounces the crime of perjury; saying that he
couldn�t face his maker with a lie in his mouth.
Cahill met him crying in the street, last night, in
consequence of a newspaper paragraph about a
brutal bar-room fight ascribed to him; as it ap-
peared a pure invention. Cahill prevented its
reprinting in the �Times,� sending Mulligan up into
the editorial room to contradict it. He return-
ed quite delighted with the courtesy of the corps.
Like all his class, he thinks the press utterly venal
and overrates its power.x To 745 for Jack.
Up in the shop or show-room, on the second floor.
It is smaller than the former and very quiet
� the more�s the pity, as there�s very, very little
business doing. Instead of the usual group of
nimble-fingered workwomen, I only saw the
three fair daughters. Matty came and did the
x See 226.