The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-05-10
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he was accompanied by "Son-iu-law Mitch
ell" and q few friends. Manager Louis
Robe met Pony Moore and Mitchell and
escorted the party by the private entrance
to box opening in from off the bar-room
on the right side of the orchestra. Pony
took . seat near the front of the stage,
while 's6on-in-law Mitchell" seated HIM
self further back 90 as to face the audience.
1t soon passed around among those in
the audience that Charley Mitchell, the
famous Engliah prize fighter, was in the
private box. Pony Moore kept saying
"Mum" for Mitchell, which attracted the
attention Of the orchestra occupants.
- Just as the performance on the stage
had reached that part where John Hart
and A. c. Moreland came out to do
ton in the private box on the right side
of the house, and . tall, heavily-built man
with close-cut dark hair, and few days.
growth of hair on his face, was seen to en-
ter with his hand extended toward Pony
Moore. Moore took the hama offered him
readily, and shouting out loudly: .'Why,
Jake, my dear boy, how are your" COM
menced to introduce the visitor to all in
the box. The man was none other than
Jake Kilrain.
Kilrain shook hands with Pony Moore,
who said: Jake, this is my son-in-law,
Charley. who, / guess, you know we'll"
Then Kilrain extended himself at his full
heighth and pulling back his hand, which
Mitchell had attempted to grasp at the
offer, exclaimed abruptly and loud enough
to be heard by the audience:
] wouldn't shake hands with that fell
low he's no gentleman, and don't want
to be introduced to him.
eyer don't, hey? Well, Jake, kin do
as well without it, yer know, retorted
81. 90 so~nY l. L. 49,
eny gentleman ever was, too"
=. "fou cant be anything of the kind and
I wouldn't sit in the box with YOU" more
heatedly put Kilrain, shaking his index
finger menacingly at the English prize
AT this Pony Moore jumped to his feet
and going to kilrain excited said:
talk like that to Charley. He's gentle
man, and want you to shake his hand
and treat him right"
mo, I won't shake hands with that
man" interposed Kilrain.
At this Moore put his around Kilrain
and pulling him close to him kissed him
on the cheek and asked him as friend to
not go back on Mitchell in that way. But
Kilrain backed out of the box, followed by
Pony Moore.
At this stage of the proceedings Mitchell
pulled silk handkerchief out Of his coat
pocket ana began TO cry.
I've never been anythink but gentle
man all my bloomink days." blubbered
Mitchell, .an' I've always treated Jake
Kilrain as one whenever We met" cried
the big English champion prizehghter.
The spectators were fairly dumlfounded
at the scene going on in the private box,
while all was merrlment upon the stage.
Pony Moore again brought Kilrain and
Mitchell face to face and wine was ordered
for all hands. At: the front. of the bar
Mitchell said to Kilrain:
Look ere, Jake, you's making . mess
of this whole bloomin' business. I always
stood by you, didn't I? was at yer side
at the ring in New Orleans, and was help
in yer on to fight, and stood BY yer like
Kilrain leaned back on the bar and told
Mitchell he was told differently by other
ooh, get outl Rot!" shouted Michel.
incredulously. "You're getting yerself
into bloody, bloomink muss, Jake, like
some one else"
Here Pony Moore ordered more wine,
and told Jake Kilrain to shake with
Mitchell and make up; then becoming
somewhat enthusiastic at seeing Kilrain
smile at Father-in-law Moore's suggestion,
Pony Moore said:
I'm wager 1,eoo against f1oo. bar no
body, Charley Mitchell whips any man
your man, and the match is made" The
crowd fell back, and some of Mitchell's
friends pulled him away toward the en-
trance to the private box. where he was
joined by Pony Moore, and Jake Kilrain
Withdrew to the stage entrance to 60 on
with his part of the performance For al
most full half hour there appeared every
chance for Ego" impromptu between
Mitchell and Kilrain in the theater, but
by entirely through the GOODNESS of Man.
ager Louis ROBBIE, who moved around
among the crowd OF pugilists, pouring oil
on the water. the rare scene Of such q set
to was averted