Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-08-28
BIuIdOon vs.. DToFa1IIeu.

Oerrlck uOuu IN pan francisco Post,
That was horrible sell they put
up on Muldoon, the champion wrest
Ter, over at his Long Branch training
quarters the other day, and although
that popular neck twister has offered
us the entire gate money of his next
match to suppress the facts, a high
sense OF duty to our readers will moi
permit US to do 80.
1t seems that a cold blooded chap.
ter of conspiraters including Charlie
Duane, Senator McCarty, Jim Brizel
John Gilbert, the comedian, and 9th.
er past grand jokers, kept talking to
Muldoon about q blacksmith in the
neighborhood, named McFadden
whom they claimed had originated .
peculiar manner of bracing his feet SC
as to render his being thrown an i'm
possibility, The champion blandly
explained to the boys that any suct
foothold was out of the question, anG
illustrated the fact that no matterh how
big aud heavy q wrestler might be, hi
was liable to be lifted clear off his feeI
| in spite Of any toothold he took. Tht
conspirators listened attentively, but
didn't seem to be convinced. ..'5
That's all very we'll, Mul,p sale
Duane, shaking his head solemnly
.but you haven't tried this man Mo
Fadden, yet. | tell you he's harder tt
move than q sheet anchor--he is. Ia
like to bet basket of champagne fol
the crowd that you can't bulge him.
The bet was at once accepted, anG
in an hour or two one of the plOtters
rushed in and informed the CROWD
that McFadden was in the saloon just
opposite, and was willing to wrestle of
hand $4,000 e1 15 aa
"That's the man, is it2" asked Mul.
doom, grimly, as they entered the sa,
loon and discovered a short thickset
individual standing in the middle OIL
the floor, with his feet braced about
two feet apart and with a do or die
expression on his face. swell, I'll
| just make it two baskets, that | fol-
him in three minutes by the clock"
| "Done!" shouted the crowd, anG
catching a favorite grip on the black,
smith, Muldoon gave a little prelimi
nary tussle, and then tremendous
side wrench that would have uproOteG
a lamp post.
But the other man didn't bulge.
There was q roar from all hands
and the champion backed off from biz
opponent and looked at him with al
astonished expression that was as goOC
as q play.
"Well, I'll be-blowed |" he NUT
tered, and taking off his coat and yes
he rolled up his sleeves with an ex
preston that meant cold day and I
slippery evening for the other man
Quick as lightning he caught his ia
vorite necklock on the blacksmith anC
twisting his shoulder under the littlt
mans chin, gave a heave that woulC
have sent an ordinary man crushing
through tho ceiling.
But the other man never budged.
After some frightful efforts MuldooI
dropped his hold, with u scared ex
preston on his face, and staggering to
chair wiped his face.
Boys" said the athlete, huskily
this lets me out. Ny hearts broke
I'll never wrestle any more" and annie
the 'joshings" of his friends, he Leo
the party back to his quarters and sci
up the wine.
While the crowd were pouring dowr
the Roederer, and grinning at eacl
other like hyenas digging up Q mission.
airy, the bulldozed champion stepped
out to see what had become of the
blacksmith. As be entered one door
Of the saloon he saw his opponent
walking out Of the other in his stock.
ing feet, In the middle of the room
there stood a huge pair Of laced bro,
gans,
They we're screwed to the floor.
The boys over the way were just
sampling their ninth bottle when
Muldoon pranced in with a Kehoe
club in each hand. Eye witnesses
say that there was never such q getting
out Of doors and windows seen since
the explosion at Berkeley.
AS we 90 to press Muldoon is still
sitting at the foot Of a big gum treo in
the grounds waiting for Charlie Duane
to come down. VIZ
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