Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-01-25
of there" shouted some

when he comes out of there" shouted some
man in the crowd.
Some who heard this laughed hut there
were many others who recognized the grim
sarcasm of the statement and appreciated
how surely 1t would be fulfilled
Maybe you haven't heard the last Of
your Uncle Mitchell yet" said some one,
after moment of comparative silence after
the pugilists had disappeared, and there
were not few who believed perhaps that
somewhere out of the inscrutable bowels Of
this enterprise there might at the last mo-
ment come almost anything in the way of a
surprise.
All around the great structure the money
less crowd glued it's eyes to the cracks be-
tween the boards which inclosed it: inside
the throng was laying aside its multitude
nous coat The temperature was high, and
the contact of thousands in the moist at
mosphere was generating discomfort to the
waiting crowd.
The Hour of L O'Clock.
High noon had been rounded and at
length the hour of o'clock central time
an hour later than eastern time) had been
tolled- Before the men appeared and during
the waiting interval big. Honest John KEEL
ly, trimmed down to light attire and with
his face shade paler than usual. had en-
tered the Enclosure and was examining all
the details in advance. An attendant
brought in two bags containing the gloves
to be worn by the contestants, as a man
came with pair of light scales with which
the battle gloves could be weighed
Finally, a hum at one end Of the structure
attracted the attention of all, and atten-
ton was rewarded by the appearance Of
the doughty English champion, surrounded
and followed by his attendants, with all
the peraphernalia Of fistic warfare. Nit
chell was blanketed and as he assembled the
platform and entered the ring he was greet
ed with mingled Kisses and cheers.
Some minutes elapsed while Mitchell walt
ed, before the tall champion of the western
hemisphere appeared on his journey to the
Rfr ThArn Ara tIAr,
in the greetings he received as he took his
place in the corner drawn for him.
Mitchell, IS Corbett came on, while re-
ceiving every attention possible from his
handlers, was himself at perfect ease, and
narrowly scanned his tall opponent. as he
mounted the stage.
Corbett. upon entering the ring. turned
a leisurely glance upon the blanketed Bril-
ton. whom he was about to try to kill, and
then took his seat Throwing his arms on
the ropes on either side of him, Corbett
leaned back in his chair and with deliberate
gaze took in his foe, who sat directly oppo-
site.
Who shall tell Of what Corbett was think
ing? Those who know him could have
guessed that his mind was recurring to
the insult offered him by Mitchell in the
room adjoining the London Theater on the
Bowery. couple Of years ago. when Nit
chell was seeking to involve him in a rough
and-tumble row. Perhaps Mitchell. too had
thought of the same incident while the
gloves were being strained upon his hands.
The Men Called to the Center.
At length the preliminary instructions
of the referee to the contestants and their
henchmen were concluded. and all being
in readiness. the word was given, which
called the men to the center. For an in
slant their gloved hands met: they returned
to their corners and at length the word to
open TIE contest was given. The detail of
what happened appears elsewhere in these
dispatches, but in the first facing of each
n ho nv,I 1911
able
There was to those who knew Corbett's
purpose. dramatic feature in the situa-
ton. Corbett. some days before. had said
to friend, when talking of his plan of
battle, that should he find an opportunity
in the first round to give Mitchell a merci-
full put-out blow. he would certainly not
strike it.
The insult in the Bowery saloon and the
ostentation OF the Englishman since had
to his friends: Il will prolong this fight l
must punish that fellow and 1 will with
hold the knockout: I will cut him If 1 can
into threads and shoestrngs. Finally. when
I've got all through with MIN for myself
then will win that purse"
This purpose was in Corbett's heart as
he faced the Englishman. and the progress
of the fight demonstrated that he had pur-
sued his plan. What Mitchell thought IL
anything in particular. as he faced the
western giant. may never be known Doubt
less his governing thought and impulse was
to win for glory.
Corbett started in with glory and had
glory to keep and vengeance to achieve at
the same time.
Arrival of Corbett.
POS p. ma carriage has just driven I'D,
and the excitement is at fever heat Here
is Corbett The spectators rose as ore
ran and greeted him with tumultuous ap-
plause as he stepped on the platform, until
he shook hands with Billy Madden.
206-He is enveloped in a bath robe and
walks around the platform, evidently test
ing it's firmness.
Madden announced the names of the Sec
onds in a very low voice.
Mitchell Enters the Ring.
Mitchell enters the ring