Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-16

In peajaoket and silk hat, with the shoulders Of
Hercules and the thighs of Milo; Q handsome
animal with blear eyes, hair dshevelled and
thick Of speech. Half dozen friends are pilot
Ing the monster to bedroom. He growls In q
deep bass OF resentment at the injury they are
doing him. Once or twice he takes savage
clutches OF pilots coat-collar and lifts him OF
his feet every time. The monster lie savagely
playful. The monster IL. obviously, half drunk
Great concern on the part OF the convoy OF
| friends. Much fearful amusement on the part
Of the lockers on. The man, John L. Sullivan,
| lately arrived from Boston to do battle with
Charies Mitchell, specially imported. The
friends, hackers. bottle-holders and drink mates
lately arrived from everywhere.
1Sn,e-Midday. Scens-The st. Clair House.
The Mdn-A smooth-faced boy with apple
! cheeks, clear gray eyes. dainty mouth. sharp,
Irregular nose straight forehead and stout neck.
English down to his upper lip; Irish below IL.
he Is mistaken for q newly landed London shop
man-perhaps from the Borough. He wears
| ready-made clothing TINT at him ridiculously ILL.,
In mont he looks raw and undeveloped. As he
turns his back, big patches OF muscle come into
play over his shoulder blades and transmit their
snewy fluctuations below his waist very
stout. strong young man or the English provin-
cial upper lOwer-class, Charles Mitchell by name.
taking light roast-beef lunch before meeting
In battle, at O'Clock In the evening Mr. John
THE TRAGEDY
So early as o'clock all the approaches Of
that property of the Rev. DR.. Corey which IL
known to the sporting world as the Garden
were rife with a mixed mob. Three-ffths Of
the eddying and surging crowd was made up OF
very young men Of slender build and we'll
dressed. Another fifth was supplied by the
senior clubs. and the last fifth came hot and
strong from Blackguardom
Nail Kegs and planks bristling with spikes
made amends, In the way Of sitting accommo-
dations, for the paucity of chairs, and Mr.. Chas.
4. Dana, looking like Homer, at one end. and
Mr. Roscoe Conklng. looking like q faded carl
cature of himself. at the other lent the newspa-
per row their antipodal dignity. Judge Gard
ner, almost as ugly and twice as benevolent as
the other Greek. Socrates, infused into the COM
position mild judicial flavor, while the young
prlmroses and cowslips of the rural spring had
their representative in Mr.. Perkins, of Glencove.
1t was mutey observed by some of the newspa-
per men that Mr. COnkIing aud Mr. Dana were
for at least ten minutes elbow to elbow, silently
gazing In opposite directions. That Capt VIII
liams toyed with his celebrated weapon Of Of
Tense In the immediate rear of both the distIn-
gulshed gentlemen was remarked as q fact not
altogether without significance.
1t boots little to tell Of the preliminary duels.
They were soon over, and, as q rule without
interest. The two boys Kelly and Murphy were
the only really clever sparrers of the evening,
Fiddler Neary, veteran as he is. coming In for
oecided and contemptuous kissing. The
youngsters, however. ratified each other fairly
and danced over the stage like game-cocks
Then there came an interval that seemed end
less. Then followed the stamping Of perhaps
| fifteen thousand feet. Then a swelling roar OF
voices. Then q yell, ten thousand throats
strong. and then quick upheaval of Captain
Williams and the bound into the ring Of a huge
creature, naked to the waist, with enormous
| thews, his hair in his eyes and a strange leer
upon his face. The aspect of the giant, totter-
ing as he smiled vaguely here and there. COM
PEELED a sudden silence. Next came murmur
of astOnished voices. Then the giant, still
smiling vaguely, sank into his chair SO hard that
the very scaffOld creaked. Another roar
another yell, and his name shouted like thun-
der peal, and a thick-set lad, with heaying
breast. dazed face and rOring ewes clambered
upon the stage. The disparity Of the two fig
ures was instantly obvious. It was Goliath,
beaming with the self-satisfactiOn that strong
drink generates, and David. half-frightened out
of his life, but desperately resolved to die game
at the hands of the Philistine. Mitchell looked
at everything but his adversary and shifted i'm
his chair like a boy waiting his turn to be
/ logged. Sullivan, ON the other hand, seemed
to be struggling with horrible drowsiness and
every minute snapped his eyes, as if he were
trying hard to keep awake.
Then came the muf1ed cry Of "Time." and
then the two came together, Mitchell with his
teeth set rushing into what he too clearly felt
was an unequal fray, Sullivan staggering and
sWaying and radiating brandy born good ma
ture. SO stupid was the giant at first and 80
furious the onslaught of the lad that Sullivan
reeled two or three times like hard-hit bull
lock, almost justifying the erroneous inference
that he was severely smitten by MitcheIls blows
So when each went to his corner the mistaken
ones sent up huge cry of mitchell" that did
good dealtO wake the giant and revive his faint
ing wits. In the second round the lads ruddy
face had got its color back and his TANKS heayed
less fearfully. The giant. still drowsy, still
beamin2, still tOttering. met him with clumsy
rush; They came crashing together. Three or
tour hits and David smote Goliath so fierce and
so straight a blow that the PhiIistine from
Boston fell with resembling thud upon
the stage. Such yell OF delight shook
the rafters Of the Garden that Sulli-
van aann began to wake: The vague
muscles began to swell as If with rage of their
own. He shook the hair of his forehead He
ground his teeth His mighty shoulders rose
and tell and he began to strike in earnest-bear-
Ing him at intervals half across the stage As
the monster began to wake to fury, the boy
grew more and more frightened. look of in
creaslng terror occupied his frank Young face
The pathos Of his alarm touched several who
saw 1t without knowing what it was His at
tack lost its force. His wrists shivered In de-
livering his blows. He failed to hit higher than
his enemys ribs. He was clearly out-fought as
well as over Unmatched, and a. the tremendous
engines OF his foe grew more and more supple
In their play his own force began to obviously
recede and dwindle. And when, with an ap-
pailng onset, the giant hurled him over the
ropes into the audience, II the ring had been
hsmmed in by Romans cry Of "Habet!" would
have rent the air.
The third round was painful II showed q
continuing ebb Of hope and strength and energy
on one side, rising flood Of passion and intelli-
gence and feroctty on the other. The two were
cruelty uneven when they met, and when Captain
Williams sprang-himself an athlete-between
the pair at the end Of the third heat the disparity
was something hideous
Sullivan in a few seconds rubbed vigfIantll 6y
his satellites. became once more goOd-natured,
and, staggering across the stage, put out his
great hand for his adversarys. The two hesI-
tated q moment. great lump that 1O, 900 men
saw. rising in his Redeemed throat and then
slowly put forth his own. There were red
decorations on his neck and arm to show where
the giant had borne him to the ropes and his
eyes were blOodshot and fearful. Then, as the
cries Of the tickle mob hailed the smiling sway
ing copquerOr. glistening with beads Of sweat.
the vanquished lad from England stole from the
stage and vanished to join the shad0wed pro-
cession Of John L. Sulliyan's "knocked out"