The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1894-02-02

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and with the memories of the past
crowding fast upon him, Corbett lost his
head and with the agility of tiger and
the terrible anger of a lion, sprang to-
ward the pitialle Englishman on the
rough rosined platform. and describing
ser icircle with his right, tried to land
Knockout blow. Twice he tried this,
but Mitchell's weak and webbing body
saved the American from foolishly sac
rifcing the honor and the glory that
would have come to him from his now
decisive battle with the Englishman.
There Were Cries of Foul
from the crowd, although the sentiment
of the vast throng was plainly with the
American. 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 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 al
most sprawling on the floor, the blood
Smeared All over His Face.
WIZ, Mitchell xuoa oooip on his feet
the men closed in Corbett's corner and
there was savage exchange, and when
the gong sounded seconds and referee
and the half dozen in the corner had to
pry the enemies apart. 1t was hard
work to bring Mitchell up again, but
Corbett sprang out when the gong
sounded. There was hardly moment
of sparring. Mitchell tried but once a
last desperate play to tackle, but Cor
bett was remarkably foxy and alert.
He soon crowded the poor, beaten Briton
to the ropes again; then, with another
of his merciless jabs, sat his rival fiat on
the floor. Mitchell was evidently suffer
ing severely, and his face was the pic
ture of woe. His mouth and nose were
bleeding, and with his big gloves he had
smeared the blood all over his face, until
His Appearance Was Almost CHASTITY.
Again Corbett, losing his presence of
mind, started toward Mitchell and
again his hands swung out, and again
his seconds ran forward to save him
from 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 Kelly's fingers went up and
down like the pendulum of clock to
count the seconds that must elapse be-
fore the battle is over. 1t seemed an
hour before Mitchell finally rose to his
feet again, and it was dangerously near
the limit of time, but just before the
gong rang cut, 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 American champion
sprang Forward for the Last Time.
Striding over to where Mitchell stood, a
dangerous leer in his eye, and with the
supreme satisfaction of revenge shot his
hand out with the speed of lightning
bolt. The big glove landed squarely on
Mitchell's face, and the Englishman fell
prone upon the stage, the 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 un-
til his seconds ran over and bore him to
his corner, and with the cheers of the
thousands of people pitched to the high
est key known in the minutes of public
assemblages 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 as lightly as when he had en-
tered the ring, he made his way slowly
back to the old kitchen in the yard,
where 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.
THE PRINCIPALS ARRESTED.