Cahill�s Row with Boweryem.
in the bars found the closet-door ajar, the
window of the room open, and a fine, warm, starry
night inviting him to flight. So I was owl-less.
Here�s the story of Cahill�s row with Boweryem,
condensed from half a dozen informants, including
the principals. After my departure, Cahill tem-
porarily occupied my room. Presently objecting to
it, on the ground of bugs, he only occupied it by
day, during such portion of it as he was in the
house. Boweryem wanted it and induced Mrs Bo-
ley to allow him to sleep there. This, Cahill took
in dudgeon; there were rows about the key of a
closet and the like. One morning, at 2. P. M.
Cahill came home very drunk, and, after larking
at the expense of Griswold and Phillips, his sleep-
ing companions in the lower room, must needs
go up to annoy Boweryem. The little man was
abed, tired of from his much bewailed nocturn-
al labors on the late Daily News, hence he was
naturally wroth at the visit. He ordered Cahill
out of his room. The latter wouldn�t go. Bowery-
em then sprang out of bed and upset his chair.
A scrambling fight followed, if fight it might
be called, for Boweryem appears to have been hor-
ribly frightened, insomuch that he did not much
more that scream �Watch!� and �Murder!� Ca-
hill was so inebriated that he either tumbled, or his