News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1888-01-26
"TOM" OCHILTREETRIEs PUGILIsM
He Meets Jem Mace and n Natural
Result Follows.

Ochlltree was present at the famous
night between Jem Mace and Tom Allen
| at henner, ten miles west of New Or
leans. There was gathered to witness
that famous bout probably the most dis
tlngmshed assemblage of men ever con-
gregated in this country to look upon a
struggle between two men. The Gov
ernor OF Louisiana, the Mayor and Chief
| OF Police of New Orleans, the entire
Supreme Court OF the State, Congress
men, men prominent in all walks of life
| formed ring that rose above the ropes.
Alter Mace had been declared the victor
the entire party returned to New Orleans
ana drank many sparkling bumpers to
the continued success of the champion.
In one group in a famous resort were
Colonel Jack Wharton, United States
Marshal for Louisiana; the late 'Sam"
Hatch, who now has brother in Con
| gress from Missouri; Colonel George
Sheridan, who was one of Governor
Warmouth's court, and who is now lee
turing through the country, and Colonel
Thomas Phantasmagoria Ochiltree. In
warmly voicing the praises of Mace, Col
onel Jack Wharton said: 81 never
saw man use his hands more grace
fully nor with better effect. His defence
is something phenomenal. Do you
know, gentlemen, no man has ever struck
Jem Mace in the eye and no man ever
Will. 1t IS an impossible feat.
Nonsense, said the Hon. Mr.. Ochll-
tree.
"What do you mean, sir 2" said Col
olel 'Jack" Wharton, crimsonly.
Just what [ say, sir" replied the
red-headed warrior from the Rio Grande.
81 can hit Mace in the eye myself"
"Bet you 800 and a dinner you
can't, answered Colonel Jack" Whar-
ton, breathlessly. -
''Taken,' said the Hon. Mr.. Ochil-
tree.
Jem Mace was in the room.
He had not heard the conversation.
The Hon. Mr.. Ochtltree, who was we'll
acquainted with the boxer, approached
him with that urbanity of demeanor
that constitutes his chief charm and re-
quested him to take glass of wine.
The great pugilist, who showed not the
slightest trace of his encounter with
Allen, graciously consented, He and
the Hon. Mr.. Ochiltree clinked glasses,
the latter holding his in his left hand.
Just as the wine touched Mace's lips the
Hon. Mr.. Ochiltree hauled off with his
good right arm and dealt the fighter a
savage blow in the left eye that made
the blood fly.
These are not the stars that Mace saw.
Nor are they the stars that the Hon
Mr.. Ochiltree saw. He had not time to
see anything. They are simply put
there b because words fail to describe the
scene that ensued. Four days after,
when the Hon. Mr.. Ochiltree regained
consciousness, he was in a bed in the
St. Charles Hotel. One leg, which was
in splints, was suspended from pulley
in the ceiling. One arm was between
boards and bandaged. His head was
swathed in linen. By his side sat Col.
"Jack" Wheaton and "Sam" Hatch,
with concern and commiseration upon
their faces. The first words that the
Hon. Mr.. Ochiltree uttered were: "Did
I win the bet?"
eyes, you won the bet," said Colonel
Jack Wharton, sadly, "but you're n
sight to see"
"Tell me about it, :" family whispered
the Hon. Mr.. Ocbiltree.
"Well," said Colonel "Jack" Whar-
ton, "there isn't much to tell. You
struck Mace squarely in one eye and
then all of a sudden something seemed
to happen. couldn't make out exact
~ what it was, but the air seemed filled
with red hair and boot-heels. When the
cyclone had subsidized we picked you up
and brought you here, and here you
have been for four days"