The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-09-09
After Spending the Afternoon in Discussing
the "Mill" in an Incoherent Way and
Exhibiting His Disfgured Face.
Corbett Leaves Intoxicants Alone aud
Behaves Like Hero Should.
Overwhelmed BY Congratulations and Forced
to Make Speech-GenerOus Towards
Sullivan-His Wife Happy.
THE EX.CHAMPION.

He Cried Like Baby, Filled Himself with
Liquor, Slept Late and Talked Much.
NEW ORLEANS, Sept. s.-"He is sleeping
yet" said Phil Casey as be admitted re.
porter to Sullivan's quarters as late as 1890
this morning. Como in,"' added Casey.
Sullivan lay outstretched upon bed near
an open window in one corner. He was
breathing heavily. His face was SO swol-
len that the skin, drawn tightly. shons
where the light fell upon it. The lips were
disfgured and distorted. giving to the
face hideously fantastic appearance. As
the champion lay asleep he occasionally
muttcred as though dreaming. and quick.
broken respirations for little would in
terrupt tho regularity of his breathing.
There he was, the man of extreme conh-
dence yesterday; to-day the beaten-down
and distigured evidence that a new god
had sprung up.in pug ilism.
Last night while the dethroned cham
pion sat In his room at the Olympic Club.
sitter tho Knockout. he blubbered like q
baby. Jack McAuliffe tried to comfort him.
"Why, John, you were beaten through
your own fault" he said consolinGly. "You
ought never to have gone on the stage.
You can't be an actor and fighter both.
You have been strutting across the stage
doing fancy smuggling and you've lost your
grip. It can't be helped" Sulli-
van had q variety of opinions. One
moment he had been whipped fairly and
the next he had not. While the fight was
going on, and when Sullivan came to his
csrper bleeding McAuliffe had asked him
how he had gotten the cut. The glove could
not have done it, his friends thought, but,
of course, IL was the glove.
why you've been dead four years. John.
and you know it," said one of the party.
Sullivan would not admit that. mo, L
have not" he said, his voice husky with
emotion. 81 am all right. The trouble
child. Tho speed was not there"
20. that's nonsense" said his big trainer.
Then the tears flowed again. To Charley
johnson thev were like salt on q sore.
"Don'r 60 to blubbering." said johnson.
! You will be my friend; l will be yours
Nobody who was ever your friend is any
less your friend now. You've lost the
purse and have lost my money"
But did not care for the purse" pro-
tested sullivan. lit was not that. What
hu rts me is that was licked by q boy. i
don't ike that"
"Yes, buthe is clever young fellow"
was the retort. "No man can live forever.
The American people are with yOu as they
Ohvo always DeSu. III was d IdlE ugut, 8QU
a gentleman won it. You have nothing to
complain OF. No man was ever licked
squarer than you were, John; nobody has
any fault to find with you. You fought the
hestyou could. Butyou met your Waterloo,
and you ought to give credit where It be:
longs. Lie, activity and youth beat you"
and so the talk went on.
SULLIVAN REVIEWS A BAD HABIT.
IL transpires that Sullivan after his de-
,-l~< q lo., l.
careful work of training which he and his
trainers have been doing for weeks past
Defeat and chagrin, coupled with the
absence then of motive for further train
ing. doubtless led the man to resume his
convivIal habits. Others about him were
drinking. No wonder then that Sullivan
drank. His deep sleep this morning was
the result of potations When he swak-
ened about noon he was taken over to the
Gymnastic Club, and there he was kept
until the time when he should 60 with his
people to the train on which the homeward
journey was to begin at $50. At4 p. NJ.
Sullivan was found attired In bathing
tranks and about 20 take a plunge in the
pool. The great giant presented q pitiabie
spectacle. The cut on his nose had been
closed. but the eyes were blackened and
the whole face was swollen terribly. In
the lower lip on the left side was deep
cut still open and with whitening edges
Tho surface of the distendod lips at the
c.nter had been literally smashed against
his teeth by Corbett's blows, and the raw
Tissues were outrolled by the festered
swelling. And. while he tried to smoke
the butt of cigar lie talked in q maudiin
voice of his downfall.
To spread forth all Sullivan said would
edify no one. and only render more pitia-
bio the plight of the man who. through
twelve years, has been worshiped by the
fstic world. He said that which, in sober
quiet ne would not relterate. and which in
his present condition may not be put on
record as his deliberate views. Sullivan
LAYS great stress on the fact that he could
not reach Corbett. while the shifty, light
ning tactics of the new champion worried
and dazed sullivan. The Californian cir
clod and circled, and got John circling to
lightly-leaplng figure of his foe. the whirl
of the lights and the may swimming OF
thousands of white and enger faces banked
mp on all sIdee-all these tended TO confuse
and daze the big man of Boston. He never
|. had been so puzzled before. The sensation
was new. The lightning. fash-like science
OF the younger man Was n revelation. too.
to Sullivan, who IN his best days had never
possessed such pugilistic elemente. Then
ado eight years difference IN ages, and the
conditions that confronted Sullivan have
been fairly stated.
but did not run away" the big follow
almost sobbed. Lock Us up in a room
Just lock mo in a room with him and see
what could do with him." Then he re-
lighted the sodden cigar butt which he
held between bis raw and swollen lips.
But he licked me-yes. he did; he licked
me. and let it 20 at that" he blurted. Il
give him all the credit he wants. He
licked me sulare enough. but Pm old | am
Let him 60 through what have Let him
knock all 'em out for twelve years and
then see If he can do any better than did.
But my father and mother put some sense
IN this lclumsiiy spearing at his temple
with big index finger, and know when
Pm licked. do. Yes, he licked the cham.
pIon. and now he's champion. Let him
take care Of il as good as did; that's all: ]
amt kicking"
And so he rambled on. did the defeated