The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1874-12-09
A GOOD STORY, TRUE OR NOT
How Zach Chandler Got Even WITH
Roscoe COnkling.
Washington Correspondence of the Pitts
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Washington Correspondence of the Pitts
burg Leader.
One day last winter Chandler dined
with Conkling, and the latter ;nye.
.glea the great war Senator into the pri-
vate gymnasium. The gloves were
donned, and the two doughty cham
pions began to make graceful Senate
rial passes toward one another, ac-
cording to the most approved rules Of
tie p. K. The bout, however, was of
very short duration Chandler sud
denly received blow between the
eyes. which caused the huge Senator'S.
al form to go over backward; his
trusty legs failed him, then be sat
down so hard that tears came out of
his eyes. 1t took four men to get the
war Senator on his legs. but he threw
up the sponge at once, without furth-
er effort to punish Conkline. The
oily remark he was heard to make was,
Strange" and "I'li Fix him vet
Conkling and Char dler were much
together in a social way, and 1t was
not long after the above occurrence
when Chandler received another in
vitation to come up to his house and
spread his legs under Conkling' social
| board. Chandler sent back word that
he regretted very much his inability
to be present, but he had guest at
his house, valued constituent from
Michigan, and he could not leave him.
! Conkline sent back word, Bring
your friend along With this form
of invitation Chandler consented to
come up. He brought his friend with
him, and introduced him as MIR. How
ard Of Detroit, Michigan. Howard
was sad eyed man of dif6dent man
ners, who contented himself with pay
ing a very close attention to the themes
of the bill of fare rather than to join
in the general conversation Of the din
ner table. Conkling was in great glee
during the dinner. He told over and
over again the story of Chandler's dis
comfture as boxer, and never SEEM
ed to tire Of asking him what he
thought about his ability so lick any
man in the United States. Chandler
took all these remarks in an absent.
minded way. as if, suddenly, he had
become lifted above any such petty
ambition Of considering himself fine
athlete. After dinner Conkling led
his guests into the gymnasium for a
general smoke and chat.
Come" said he pleasantly, to
Chandler. don't you want another
bout with the gloves?' and then Conk-
ling laughed again in his most cheer.
full, turkey gobbler style, as he put or
a pair of gloves.
No. l don't want to box" said
Chandler: but perhaps my friend
here would consent to anuse YOU
Turning to Mr.. Howard, Chandler re.
marked. You box, do you not?''
Mr.. Howard still looked sad-eyed
and absent minded. He did once
know something about it, but it wa.
such long time ago.
/ Come, come" said Conkling, "le
US have friendly bout. Iwon't hur
you"
Evidently the great New York Sen
ator was pinlng to knock some ont
down. The sad-eyed Mr.. Howard
evidently fattered at the prospect o
being knocked down by SO distinguish
ed man, began slowly to put on :
pair of gloves. As he was drawing OF
the gloves Chandler was observed I,
walk down little on the Rack ground
A contented look was on his face, an,
every now and then he would rails,
his huge right foot up under his sway
ing voluminous coattail and give him
sell a congratulatory kick, expressly,
Of rapture.
The sad-eyed man now came for
ward, and the round began. Conk
ling was for proceeding at once t.
knock his opponent down, and h
would have done so had he not foun,
great difficulty in getting anywher
near the sad-eyed man. The affai
eliminated by the sad-eyed man
suddenly rushing forward and landin
a thunderbolt of fist between Conk