Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1886-05-23

tin met Jsehne on an upper stairway.
Have you got the boodle?" ne
asked.
Yes, safe" was the response.
"Where are the soonest" Curtin
asked.
"Here," said Jaehne, holding out .
handful Of diamonds.
"Swallow 'em DIN you, swallow
EN-, quick, or we are lost /"
The jewels were promptly swallowed.
1t turned out to DO false alarm. But
Jaehne's pals kept close watch on
him until he arrived in London, where
q dose Of physic was administered and
the precious stones were recovered.
i THE STAGE AND THE RINo.
Mary Anderson made her reensry
here on Monday night.
She has been almost as successful as
Dixey. do not know IL it be wealth
or art, but she has q new dignity. She
is not the gaunt border beauty that she
was few years ago, when she played
Pauline in a seyen.yard train and trum-
peted "My own dear Claude" like a
cornet. The majesty Of success has
not added incbes--s thing she did not
need--but it has given discretion, q
thing she did need. / mean dis
erection Of utterance.
She played that carbonacious Gala
tea, and nothing was ever more care
fully quarried and chiseled than her
impersonation.
She is still the American girA. in.
sist upon it that she is the most c piu-
ribus, pro potria, continental, hail
Columbia orb in the starry banner Of
the native drama. Critics may weigh
her tones and dissect her conceptions
(ah, what e free-born conceptor she
isl, but the unshackled American takes
her at draught and asks no questions.
She hangs over more lonely bachelor
bedsteads than any woman alive. She
creeps into all albums and sets her
divine features on all cigarettes. Toilet
soap glories in her profile and baking
powder gets additional lustre from her
eyes. Her arms are round the whole
population like pair of lovely ana
condas-her foot is on all their necks.
That's all I've got to say about Mary.
sLUGaING MATCHES !"
are coming into vogue again. 1t is q
long time since New Workers have had
an opportunity to pay 81 a head to see
a couple Of Defeating prize-fighters
punch each other out of all recognition.
But the enterpriSing gentlemen to
whom is intrusted the management of
these affairs have changed their base of
operations. As soon as the public
found out that the "knocking-out busi-
ness" in Madison.Squsre Garden was
PLAYED out, and that the authorities
wee determined to put an end to 1t,
the public stopped patronizing pugllistic
entertainments.
Why?
Because mere science and skill, I'M
mixed with gore, tended to increase
rather than diminish the ennui to which
all well-regulated clubmen and men
about town are supposed to be subject.
They had had taste of smuggling and
knocking out, and the Marquis of Que
senberry, and they would not brook
any Dilder form Of pugilism.
They bad just begun to have criti-
cal appreciation Of sluggers' ability
when Captain Williams's baton put
stop to the smuggling.
Following this came period Of dull
ness and depression in sporting circles,
unbroken Till a week ago last Wednes-
day, when Mr.. William Madden, the
discoverer Of John Lawrence Sullivan
and Charles Mitchell, came to the rescue
alike Of the impoverished prize-fghter
ard the furnished dude, thirsting for the
sight of blood. | went to see the az
fair--an affair Of six Quesenberry
rounds--partly to satisfy my curiosity
and partly to see dudedom resuscitated.
Did | betake myself to Madison
Square Garden to witness the sangui-
nary contest9
Not bit Of it.
Then where?
To the Germania Assembly Rooms,
Of course, on the Bowery, with its
myIiads of electric lights.
paid 81 for admission and 81 extra
for seat.
The ring was pitched on a raised
platform at the end Of the hall. On
either side sat a goodly number OF
dudes and clubmen wearing high silk
hats. higher collars, and trousers ex-
ouisitely creased. They were the
golden youth Of the metropolis. They
sucked their silver-headed walking
sticks and thanked their stars that
they were out Of Captain Williams's
precinct and in
Captain McCullagh's.
Captain McCullagh-than whom there
is not a more efficient officer on the
Metropolitan police force--loves rat
Ting set-to and looks upon pugiliSm
with kindly eye.
a TOUGH REFEREE.
The preliminary contests over, the
crowd waited impatiently for the gen.
tlemen who were to do the knocking
out. This gave their hackers an OPP
portunity TO select q referee. | could
not help being impressed by the appear
ance Of this official when selected. He
was scrupuouslly attiredin a gray BUSH
ness suit, wore dark, closely cropped
beard parted in the English fashion and
a dainty boutOnniere in the lapel Of his
coat. lie looked like Wall street
banker. When, later on, learned his
name, l knew that he was a I" bad
man" that he had private cemetery
in the vicinity of Chicago that he shot
and killed Jimmy" Elliott in the lat
ter city--in q word, that he was the no.
torious Jere Dunn, q tough " gambler
and sport" who has q summary me-
thod Of settling all arguments by
means of six-shooter
There was an uproar when the
principals appeared. They were
heavy weights. Their names; Jack
Ashton, of Providence, X. l.; Dick
Collier, of Leicester, England. The
gentleman from Rhode Island was in
the pink Of condition. Not SO the
Britisher. His flesh was faccid. He
looked as though he had trained on
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