The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1894-02-01

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Euglishman on Ill tours. 1t was then
shout of applause.
With he cheers of his friends ring
ing in his ears aud with the memories
of the past crowdipg upon him Cor.
bett lost his head, and with the agility
of tiger and the terrible anger of
lion sprang toward the Englishman
on the rough platform and describing
a semicircle with his right tried 10 land
knockout blow. Twice he tried
this, but Mitchel's weak and wabbling
body saved the American from fool.
iShly sacrificing the honor and glory
that have come 70 him from his now
decisive battle with the Euglishman.
There were cries of foul from the
crowd, although the sentiment of the
vast thropg was plainly with the
American. Corbett's seconds, with
presence of MUD, shot through the
ropes. John Kelley ran to the side of
the downtallen pugilist and Corbett
was dragged away. Mitchell was con
scious aud he knew that COrbett
was standing over him ready
to deal without mercy the blows
that should end the fight. When
the Euglishman finally struggled
10 bis teet, Corbett without a tithe Of
pity pounded his big gloves into the
lace of his foe until the latter staGger
ed and fell against the ropes, and then
lay almost sprawling on the floor,
with blood smeared all over his face.
When Mitchell was again on his feet
the Nell closed in CurbeIts corner and
there vas savage exchange, and
when the gong ouuded the seconds
and referee and half dozen in corner
had to pry the enemies apart. 1t was
hard work to bring Mitchell up, but
COrbett sprang out when the gong
sounded. There was hardly a moment
of sparring. Mitchell tried desperate
tackle, but Corbett was remarkably
foxy aud alert, and he soon crowded
Mitchell to the ropes again; then. with
another of his merciless jabs, sent his
rival fiat to the floor.
Mitchell was evidently suffering
heavily, and his face was the picture
of woe His mouth and nose were
bleeding aud with his big gloves he
had SIM AIRED blood all over his face
until his appearance was almost
chastity. Again Corbett, losing his
presence of mind, started towards
Nj itchell and again his hands swung
out and again his seconds ran forward
to save him trom nominal defeat.
Big John Kelly ran over to the ropes
where Mitchell was lying and Corbett
was borne back to his seat.
Mitchell hardly cared to rise and
Kelley's finger went up and down like
the pendulum of a clock to count the
St conds that must elapse before the
battle is over. 1t seemed an hour be-
fore Mitchell finally rose to his feet
again and it was dangerously near the
limit Of time. but just before the gong
rang out Mitchell did stand up, lean
ing against the ropss, his face coun.
terieiJ of his feelings. Kelley waved
his finger to Coz bert who was seated
III his corner and the American cham
pion sprang forward for the last time.
Stri6ing over 10 where Mitchell stood,
a dangerous leer in his eye and with
supreme satisfaction of revenge, shot
his hand out with the speed of a
lightning bolt. The big glove
Landed fairly and squarely on
Mitchell's face aud the Englishman
fell prone on the stage, blood ooZlng
from his mouth and staining the rough
pine boards of the ring. He made one
attempt tC raise himself, then turned
over aud lay with his face to the floor.
utterly and absolutely beaten, until
his seconds ran over aud bore him to
his corner, and with the cheers OF
thousands of peope, pitched to the
highest key. dimly ringing in his ears
he sat in bis corner trying to realize
the suddenness with which all of his
hoDes had been blasted.
The crowd rem tiueG to see Mitchell
borne to his corner. While the fallen
gladiator was receiving consolation OF
his admirers and the cheering sympa-
thy of Pony Moore, his father in law,
C0rbett was surrounded and crushed
by frantic friends. all trying TO shake
hands at once. AS soou as the fight
was over, Corbett slipped on his
trousers again aud drew his towels
abont him and stepping lightly as
when he entered the ring he made his
way slowly back to the old nitcheu
in the yard where he had spent
an hour before the fight waiting
for'Mitchell to come. Mitchell drew
his old gray bathing gown over his
shoulders and aided by seconds and
friends WAS led back to his cabin.
Preparations were made to get tbs
fighters out of the city. There was
great crowd around the dressing room
until the pugilists were ready to leave
but a majority Of the sports rushed
back to town as soon as the gor
sounded the death knell to Mitchellt
pugilistlc hopes, burdening the wires
with telegrams to other friends, broke
bottles of wine, cursed their luck and
bad Judgment, according rs they hao
pinned their faith to the British cham
pion.
Corbett rested a quarter OF an houl
in his dressing room chatting with
friends and expressing satisfaction
with the result. He would have like
to have punished Mitchell more. anC
that was apparently his only regret
After he had dressed again he came tt
the door of his cabin and touched hi
head with his hand in compliment tt
cheers of the crowd. He then re-
entered and remained in the cabin fol
couple Of minutes. Then he appear
ed again with his coat buttontd up
walked lightly to a carriage and wal
driven off with the wild shouts OF hi
admirers making sweet music for hi