You can call Mr. Norley a lot of things -"a slow learner" among them - but you can not call him "a quitter". He saw it through to the bitter end.
Made A Reign Of Terror
Drunken Man Had Two Revolvers
His Wife Disarmed Him and Gave him a Horsewhipping - Assaulted Several Store-Keepers and Resisted Arrest But Was Clubbed Into Submission
Lyons, January 27. Water Street was the scene of a batch of sensations all day Saturday In which Edward G Norley figured largely. Early in the morning, he had a quarrel with his amiable spouse and left home in high dudgeon. Purchasing a pair of revolvers and with a skin full of cheap whiskey he returned. As soon as he began abusing his wife, he exhibited the revolvers, which Mrs. Norley took away from him and chased him out of the house, shooting off the guns in the air.
Norley sought refuge in the barn, but the wife followed and with a horsewhip administered awful punishment, driving him out. He hastily went down town and commenced drinking heavily. At last, he went into Boeheim & Sons furniture store and tried to kick up a row with Alderman Boeheim. The latter declined, at which espying an old enemy William Harris, he called him and his deceased father a lot of dirty names, which Harris resented by knocking Norley flat three times, at which the latter begged and Harris, at Boeheim’s request, withdrew.
Alderman Boeheim’s Strong Arm
Norley turned his mud batteries thereupon Boeheim who, after standing the abuse for a time, grabbed the drunken loafer , dragged him five rods out of the store, across the sidewalk into the gutter and chucked him in after which he punched him in the nose as hard as he knew how to. This performance required some effort as Norley stands six feet four in his stockings and weighs 280 while Alderman Boeheim is five feet six and weighs 160.
Norley crawled out of the ditch and espying D.J. Mahoney who runs the Oriental House, rushed at him with vile names and attempted to “slog” him. Mahoney warded off several blows at which Norley drew his knife and alleging that he would dispatch Mahoney started in, but Mahoney fled to his place, procured a revolver and returned.
Norley had been taken into Noble & Tromer’s hardware store, where he would be safe from Mahoney, at which he picked on Ward Compson, a clerk, and again drew a knife. At this, George A Tromer, one of the proprietors, quieted Norley down and took him home in his cutter.
Norley began smashing furniture as soon as he reached the house, to which his wife objected. He retired to the woodhouse, he seized a crowbar and returned to the scene of battle at which Mrs. Norely grabbed the bar and poked her husband in the stomach and he fell again, smashing the stove with the crowbar. Mrs. Norely came down to police headquarters and made a complaint, charging her husband with assault in the second degree, drunkenness and disorderly conduct.
Attacked a Policeman
Officer Sharpe accompanied the wife home and on the corner of Layton and North Water Streets meeting Karl Martin’s delivery sleigh, ordered it to wait.Mrs. Norley was unable to restrain herself and stood crying, wringing her hands. Officer Sharpe went up to the door and knocked.
“Who’s there?” asked Norley
Officer Sharpe answered at which Norley called him a vile name, swung open the door, reached for his hip pocket with one hand, grappling the officer with the other and came out on the stoop ready for business. Realizing his peril, the officer used his club several times, reducing Norley to insensibility, splitting the club.
The handcuffs were adjusted and Norley’s legs tied with the hitching strap after which, minus coat and vest, he was carted down to the Station House and a charge of resisting an officer was docketed. Jail physician Dr. John S. Bend was summoned and found Norley in terrible shape, with his nose knocked out of shape by William Harris and alderman Boeheim, while his eyes were badly bunged and his head all cut open. He was patched up and eft in the station for the night.
Numerous friends called on him and bail was applied for. Yesterday morning Norley was in his right mind and blamed the whole thing to whisky. He was arraigned before Police Justice Mason and released on bail secured by Charles P Williamson his attorney.
(Probably the worst part of all this was having to do the Walk Of Shame around town, ever after: "Hey! Hey Norley! C'mere! Joe here's new in town...he hasn't heard about your reign of terror. Go on - tell him about the night you got your ass beat by everyone in town...including your wife!")
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