St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-09-09
in big fight. 1t is frightful nervou;

in big fight. 1t is frightful nervous
strain. AS nearly as man can com
pare. Mrs. j. j. Corbett felt last night
during the fight very much as the nov
elists say the ancient young women
used to feel when their sweethearts
went forth to meet redoubtable knights.
Mrs. Corbett dislikes fighting cordial
ly. But she is proud of her big, hand
some husband. and no one among the
thousands in the civilized world who
forgot everything else over the big
fight was so
Anxious for COrbett to Win
as his wife. 1t was few minutes before
10 o'clock when carriage drove up in
front of the World building and Mrs.
Corbett and her friends alighted. She
wore a blue ella ret gown. charmingly
made, and big hat with feathers in it.
With Mrs. Corbett was Miss Blanch
Howard, with eyes black as night and
hair to match them. She was dressed
in black. Mrs. M. Mandebanm, in
soft, light summer dress, was with
them. Their interest in the fight was
seemingly as great as that of Mrs. Cor
bett.
The ladies were taken to the editorial
rooms and we're uShered into room
prepared for them. Mrs. Corbett sat on
one side of the table, Miss Howard on
the other. while Mrs. Mandebaum sat
at the end. There was a quivering and
biting of lips, trembling of eyelIds, a
nervous movements of the hands. There
was not particle Of fear among them.
Underneath their nervousness was be-
| lief firm as the hills that
Jim Must Win.
| They tapped their feet and trembled
| as the shouts from the crowds OH the
streets reached their ears.
But soon the reports began to come
in, the messenger rushed in and little
bottle of salts was placed on the table
| Your wise woman is always prepared
for emergencies.
The ladies followed the different
stages of the fight with VARYING expires
sionS; but when the messenger, bring
ing the result of the last round, entered
the room there was something in his
face that made them look at him expect
antly. The smile of the messenger was
getting broader and broader. The
women were dancing in their seats and
blinking their eyes and smiling ant
looking as if they wanted to scream
just as loud as they knew how.
Its all-over," said the messenger
very much out of breath. Hes won."
He looked at Mrs. Corbett.
lis it true?" exclaimed Miss Howard
True? OF course it is" replied Mrs
Corbett, and then they shouted an(
clapped their hands and Rugged eaci
other.
Isn't it grand; isn't it glorious; girl
hug me tight; oh, Jim. jim.
IKnew You Would DO It's,
They all fell in each others arms ant
shed a tear or two for pure joy. TheI
they cried out and shouted and insisted
that they were the happiest people OF
earth. They would have given any
thing to be able to fly right off the roof
1t is good thing to see people whel
they are thoroughly happy. Few people
ever get so happy as were those womel
last night.
They pitied and spoke scornfully o
Sullivan, and said that jim was TIL,
greatest man who ever lived, and thi
ton was over they tried TO realize thei
happiness.
"Just think, Jim is the champion o
the world, DEAR" said Miss Howard, il
awed tones.
Yes. l knew he would be. 1 just fel
it in my bones.''
HE would not trade with the presi
dent of the United States. would hep"
mo, | don't think he would. Nv,
always hated fighting before. but nov
l am GLAD that jim is pugilist," sai'
Mrs. Corbett, naively.
Then she remembered that she mus
send some kilograms. The first was t
her husband. This is it:
j. j. Corbett, Olympic Club. New Orleans
Bless your heart We were not over cor
fdent, were we? OLLIE.
This was sent to Corbett's father:
P. J. Corbett No. SIS Hayes Street, Sa
Francisco: Jim won; bless his heart; kne'
| II would be so. OLLIE.
Read All About 1t.
Mrs. Corbett was up with the SUI
this morning in order to get the morn
ing papers and read the accounts of he
husbands victory. She did not TAX
time to put on her reception costume
but, clad in pretty, light-blue wrap
per, fixed herself comfortably and rea
all about it. Not comma, quotation
mark, letter or syllable escaped he
notice.
"Wasn't that nice of Mr.. Sullivan t
wOman-like, she proceeded to commits
crate with "Mr. Sullivan"
Mrs. Corbett showed the reporter tn
following telegram received this morn
ing which would tend to show that he
distinguished husband is in merr
mood down in the Crescent City:
'Cheer up. Cherries are ripe. Will b
home Sunday evening""
1.-The expression cherries are ripe
favorite one of Jim's when he is fee
ing pretty gooa," said the pugilst'
better half. II should Judge from