HE DIED WITH HIS BOOTS ON.

Globe, Volume I, Issue 97, 22 September 1874, Page 3

HE DIED WITH HIS BOOTS ON.

(From the Helena World!) HOW THEY DO THE THING UP ARTISTICALLY IN ARKANSAS—THE WAY 808 REED’S LIGHT WENT OUT AT HELENA. Bob Reed, well known in this city and surrounding country as a desperate and rough man, was sent to the land that the earthly never see, this morning at half-past one. Elisha Cannon, Reed’s partner in the restaurant and saloon business, did the work, and the place where Reed’s light went out is on the pavement in front of the cigar store of B. Ehrman. It seems that Reed and Cannon were constantly engaged in broils, and, notwithstanding their association, were never friends. They came to this city about two years since, from the mouth of White River, where they had kept a wharf boat boarding house, and where Reed became notorious Jin consequence of his unlawful way of living. ’Tis said that Reed, during his residence at the mouth of White River, would oftentimes get on a spree and take charge of the town, and if any resistance was made would not hesitate to shoot down any one in his way. He once attempted the capture of the steamer Belle Lee, which was lying at the mouth of the river taking on coal, in company with a man of his kind. He was shot in many places and was glad to get away with his body filled with the pistol shots of the officers of tho boat, and leave his companion on the boat, stark and stiff. Such is the kind of man that Reed was before he came to Helena. Since his arrival in this city his career has been as fearful as it could be, being a succession of rows and brawls hideous to hear and think of. Scarcely a month passed without Reed being prominent in rows in houses of ill-fame or other places not more reputable. Not more than a year ago Reed and Martin McDonough got into a drunken row, and McDonough was laid upon the ground a corpse. The affair occurred in Reed’s saloon, and probably all the details were never brought to light. For killing McDonough, Reed was acquitted. Reed was noted for his neatness in dress and quiet manners when on the streets in the daytime. Elisha Cannon is quite a young man, not being more than twenty-one years of age. Nothing disreputable that we know of has marked his career, and during his residence at the mouth of White River and this place his appearance has indicated the better class of saloon keepers. He never seamed out of order, but was, so far as the public knew, a man who deported Since their hotel was closed out it is known that Reed made many threats against Cannon. Last evening evening at twelve o’clock they met at the saloon of Moses Tinney, in South Helena, and drank together. Afterwards Reed made some remarks of a violent character, and Cannon, leaving the party, proceeded up the street to the Metropolitan Hotel, where he procured a double-barrelled shotgun. In the meantime Reed, in company with James Creamer, walked up Main street as far as Porter street, and was returning when Cannon jumped out of the Metropolitan Hotel entrance, and calling to Creamer to get out of the way, fired and ran up-stairs. Reed fell and expired in three minutes. When called upon by fMr Creamer to say what he had to say, he uttered an oath, with the words “ he has got me ? ” Justice Burnett held an inquest upon the body this morning. Verdict, that the de-

ceased came to his death through a shotgun in the hands of Elisha Cannon. Cannon, after the killing, departed and is not now in the city, nor will he be in attendance on the funeral. The authorities are not going to spend any vast amount of wealth in searching for Cannon. They seem to say silently, ’tis well.