The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-01-31

his now decisive battle with the English
man.
There We're cries of foul from the
crowd. although the sentiment of the
vast throng was plainly with the Ameri-
can. Corbett's seconds, with presence of
mind. shot through the ropes. John
Kelly ran to the side of the downfallen
pugilist and Corbett was dragged away.
Mitchell was conscious and he knew
that COrbett was standing over him
ready to deal without mercy. the blow
that should end the fight. When the
Englishman finally struggled to his feet,
Corbett, without 1.-THE of pity. pounded
his big gloves into the face of his foe
until the latter staggered and fell
against the ropes and then lay almost
sprawling on the floor, the blood
smeared all over his face. When Mitch
ell was again on his feet the men closed
in Corbett's corner and there was a say
age exchange, and when the gong sound
ed seconds and referee and the half
dozen in the corner had to pry the enc
mics apart. 1t was hard work to bring
Mitchell up again, but Corbett sprang
out when the gong sounded.
There was hardly a moment of spar
ring. Mitchell tried but once, a last
desperate play. to tackle, but Corbett
was remarkably foxy and alert and he
soon crowded the poor beaten BritOn TO
the ropes again; then, with another Of
his merciless jabs, knocked his rival fiat
on the floor Mitchell was evidently
suffering severely and his face was the
picture of woe. His mouth and nose
We're bleeding and with his big gloves
he had smeared the blood all over his
face until his appearance was almost
ghastly.
Again Corbett, losing his presence of
mind, started toward Mitchell, and again
his hands swung out and again his sec
onds ran forward to save him from NOM
inal 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 kelly's
finger went up and down like the pen
dulum of a clock to count the seconds
that must elapse before the battle is
over. 1t seemed an hour before Mitchell
rose to his feet again, and it was dam
geroUsly near the limit of time. but just
before the gong rang out Mitchell 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, and the Amer
lean champion sprang forward for the
last time
The Knockout Blow.
Striding over to where Mitchell stood. a
dangerous look in his eye and with the
supreme satisfaction of revenge, shot
his hand out with the speed of a light
ming bolt. The big glove landed fairly
and squareIy in A1itchelIs face. and the
Englishman feE prone upon the stage,
the blood oozing from his mouth and
staining the rough pine boards of the
ring. He made enc attempt to move
himself. and then turned over and lay
with is face to the floor, utterly and alb
solutely beaten, until his seconds ran
over and bore him to his corner, and
with the cheers of the thousands of peo-
pie. pitched to the highest key known in
the minutes of public asemblages. dimly
ringing in his ears. he sat in his corner,
trying to realize the suddenness and
completeness 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 admirers and the
cheering sympathy of Pony Moore. his
father-in-law, Corbett was being sur
rounded 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 when he had entered the ring,
he made his way slowly back TO the old
kitchen 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 back
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 sound
ed the death-knGl of AlitchellS pugilis-
tic hopes, burdened the wires with tele-
grams to their friends and broke bot
ties of wine or cursed their luck or bad
judgment according as they had pinned
their faith to the British champion.
Throng of People.
The streets of the city are thronged
with people, strangers and residents
alike. all cheering the triumph of Amer
lea over England. Patriotism has broken
loose in this old Florida town. AS the
gigs, phaetons and tally-hos and hacks
raced hack after the fight to the city
two miles away, ladies and children put
their heads out of the windows and came
out on the porches of the pretty resi-
dences in which Jacksonville people live
and waved their handkerchief in happi-
ness over the result.
The hotels are jammed with people.
Brass bands on the streets are loudly
blowing for the victory of Billy Bradys
boy. The sports are all arranging to
follow the fighters out of the city and
the trains tomorrow will carry the great
err portion Of the men who have come
from all parts of the country, riskii~s
money and spending time. to see the
fight.
The Champion Cheered.
Corbett rested for a quarter of an
hour in his dressing room, chatting with
his friends and expressing his satisfae-
ton with the result. He would have
liked to punish Mitchell more, and that
was apparently his only regret. After
he had dressed again he came to the
door of his cabin and touched his head
with his hand in compliment to cheers
OF the crowd. He then re-entered and
remained in the cabin for couple or
minutes. Then he appeared again with
his coat buttoned up. walked lightly TO
his carriage and was driven off with the
wild shouts of his admirers making
sweet music for his ears. The American
showed not a trace of punishment
Mitchell remained in his dressing room