Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1894-01-26


that should end the fight. When the
Englishman finally struggled 20 his feet
Corbett, without tithe of pity. pound
ed his big gloves into the face Of his foe,
until the latter staggered aud fell
against the ropes and then lay almost
sprawling on the floor, the blood smear
ed all over his face. When Mitchell
was agais on his feet the men again
closed IN Coroetrs corner and there was
savage exchange, and when the gong
sounded seconds and referee and half a
dozen In the corner
HAD TO PBY THE ENEMIES APART.
Ii was hard work TO bring Mitchell up
again, but Corbett sprang out when the
gong sounded.
There was hardly moment OF spar
ring. Mitchell tried but once, a last
desperate play, to tackle, but Corbett
was remarkably foxy aud alert. and he
soon crowded the poor beaten Brlton TO
the ropes again; then with another Of
bis merciless jabs, set his rival
hat on the floor. Mitchell
was evidently suffering severely
and his face was the picture OF woe
His mouth and nose were bleeding aud
with his big gloves he had smeared the
blood all over his face, until his appear
ance was almost CHASTITY. Again Cor
oett, losing his presence OF MUD, start
ed toward Mitchell and again his hands
swung out and again his seconds ran
forward TO save him from nominal de-
feat. 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 Kelly's
finger went up aud down like the pend
Ulnm OF "A clock fha
that must eapse before the battle is
over. II seemed an hour before Mitch
ell finally rose 20 his feet again, and IL
was dangerously near the limit of time,
but just before the gong rang out Mitch
ell did stand up, leaning against the
ropes, his face the counterfeit OF his
feelings. Kelly waved his finger to
Corbett, who was seated in his corner,
aud the American champion
sPRANG FORWARD FOR THE LAST TINE.
Striding over TO where Mitchell
stood, a dangerous leer In his eye and
with the supreme satisfaction of re-
venge, shot his hand out with the speed
OF lightning bolt. The big glove
landed fairly aud squarely on Mitchell's
face, and the Englshman fell prone
upon the stage, blood oozing from his
mouth and staining the rough pine
boards OF the ring. He made one
attempt to move himself and
then turned over and lay with his face
TO the floor, utterly and absolutely
beaten, until his seconds ran over and
bore him TO his corner, and with the
cheers OF the thousand people pitched
to the highest key known u the minutes
OF public ssemblages, dimly ringing In
his ears, he sat In his corner trying to
realize the suddenness aud complete
ness with which all OF his hopes had
been blasted. The crowd remained long
enough to see Mitchell borne to his
corner. While the fallen Gladiator was
receiving the consolation OF his ad-
mirers, and the cheering sympathy OF
Pony Moore, his father-in-law, Corbett
was being surrounded and crushed by
his frantic friends, all trying to shake
his hand at once AS soon as the fight
was over, Corbett slipped on his trousers
again, and drew his towels about him,
! and stepping lightly as when he had en-
tered the ring, he made his way SLOWLY y
back to the old kite hen 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
his seconds and friends, was led bac *
TO his cabin.
Preparations were then made TO get
| the fighters out OF the city. There was
a great crowd around the dressing
room until the pugilists were ready to
leave, but the majority of the sports
rushed back to town as soon as the gong
| sounded the death knell OF Mitchell's
| puglistic hopes, burdened the wires
| with telegrams To their friends and
I broke bottles OF wine, or cursed their
| luck or bad judgment, according as
| they had pinned their faith TO the Amer
| lean or British cham pion. The streets
| OF the city are tbrOnged with people,
| strangers and residents aud alike, all
| cheering the triumph of America over
! England. Patriotism has broken loose
! in this old Florida town. As the gigs
| and phaetons and tally-ho's and hacks
/ raced back alter the fight 10 the city,
two miles away, ladies and children put
| their heads out Of the windows and
! came out on the porcbes OF their resi-
! dences and waved their handkerchiefs
/ in happiness over the result. The ho-
tells are jammed with people. Brass
| bands on the streets are loudly blowing
! for the victory Of Billy Brady's boy.
| The sports are all arranging to follow
/ the fighters ont OF the State, and the
! trains tomorrow will carry the greater
/ portion of the men who have come
/ from al parts Of the country, risking
money and spending time TO see the
| fight.
Corbett rested for q quarter Of an hour
| In his dressing room chatting with his
| friends and expressing his satisfaction
! with the result. tie would have liked
20 have punished Mitchell more, and
| that was apparently bis only regret.
| After he had dressed again, he came to
/ the door OF bis cabin and touched his
/ head with bis hand in compliment %
! cheers OF the crowd. lie then re-enter-
/ ed and remained in the cabin for a
! couple OF minutes. Then he appeared
again. with his coat buttoned up, walk
! cd lightly % his carriage and was
! driven of with the wild shouts Of his
/ admirers making sweet music for his
! ears. The American showed not e
trace Of. punishment
Mitchell remained in his dressing
room resting after Corbett had gone.
| HE face was washed Of tho blood with
which IL had been smeared, and he was
I made