The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-01-26

prehension Was in his eyes. He had lost
confidence in himself. and from then on ne
was fighting only to be whipped.
Corbett, on the other hand, was conf
dent and sure of himself at all times, and Il
one can tell from mans Iaee sSnat VIA
and sure of Mitchell. 1t was time when
personal vengeance over what ne deeneu
an objectionable insult was to be glutted.
faction. He said early in his training days
that when the time came he would take ms
time about finishing his man, and enjoy
to the utmost the qualification OF his re-
venge. His fighting blood was noWing WARM
and fast to-day, however ana IN IN ms ,anceS aaHie
ty to win he almost threw away his chances
of victory by striking a fallen man. IL was
only with the greatest difficulty that ne
was restrained by his seconds from doing 81
The scenes at the ring side during the
brief progress of the fight afforded a sue
cession OF startling pictures The men out
the men within. When, in the hrst round
Mitchell skipped around with his little
cocky airs and motions and now and then
made a fent at Corbett, and once or twice
touched him gently, the crowd, which was
about evenly divided In sympathy, began
to go toward him. In the second he rather
his than ever. But crowd is more tickle
than dame fortune herself, and when Cor
belts fist shot out and Mitchell went TO
the floor 1t turned to the American and
yelled for him to XIII him." KNOCK him
out" Mitchell was resting upon his right
knee with his right hand supporting hlm
and a curious dazed expression was on his
face. Now, that he was down, and that he
was being counted out, he tried 10 smile III
pitiful kind of way, but could hardly
make it
All this time Corbett was frantic with
anxiety to get at him. He made several
attempts to strike, and was warned of by
Delaney, who, fearful that Corbett would
strike foul blow and lose the fight, stood
just outside the ropes and shouting and
waving his arms at him. Keep away,
keep away" he yelled, but it was of no
avail. Corbett was all afiame, and made
motion after motion to strike, and was only
held off by Referee Kelly, who had crowd
ed between him and Mitchell. Delaney, see
ing that Corbett was lost to everything but
an overmastesing desire TO fight sprang
INTO the ring, and, catching hlm around the
prey. There was rush or MitchellS Sec
ondS to the center of the ring, as they
thought possibly Delaney intended taking
hand in the struggle He had no such in
tention, however, being bent only on keep
ing his own man from throwing away the
and Corbett walked to his corner, Mitchell
was on his feet again and, rushing up TO
Corbett, he attacked him. The American
turned like flash, and, with q fiendish look
in his eyes, he struck viciously at his foe,
but he fell short, and again he was forced
into his seat by Delaney and Dempsey.
The crowd around the ring had by this
time become frantic. The tiger blood in il
was up and other blood must flow to sat
isfy its passion Yells, howls. cries of all
kinds filled the air with deafening effect.
In thirty seconds the crowd had gone from
Mitchell to Corbett. The under dog was
winning but little sympathy now. The
drop Of a pin could be heard as the men
stepped to the center Of the ring for the
| third round Corbett maneuvered until he
| had Mitchell in the southeast corner of the
| with lightning speed and the boxing cham
| pion of England was fat upon his back
| and half through the ropes. More wild
| yells came from the crowd. now at white
| heat by the sight OF red blood flowing down
| MitchelPs face, and more loud calls for
Corbett to XIII him." KNOCK hi= down
| lost himself again and made pass at
| Mitchell before he was on his feet striking
| him only slight gancing blow however.
faithful Delaney. who. with a Wild leap,
| sprung between the now almost beaten
| man and the victor who was advancing
| upon him with clinched hands and flashing
| eyes.
Keep off. for heavens sake; keep away.
Jim; let the man get up, pleaded De
laney, almost In agony. This time Corbett
was tractable and he walked to his corner
| and sat down. although the bell had not
| yet sounded the termination of the round.
| Slowly, weakly and helplessly, Mitchell
rose to his feet He had not been counted
out and the round was not yet at an end.
| go In Corbett." ' Go it JIM yelled hum
| dred voices, and Kelly. the referee, mo-
Corbett started on a run toward the man
| who d2Zed, helpless with qulVering knees
| and bloody face awaited him. With all the
| impetus of his run. with all the strength of
| his powerful frame, Corbett struck again
| and it was all over. His dark brown gloves
| caught Mitchell squarely on the jaw, there
| was a dull sound and the Englishman fell
| forward, his face striking the boards with
| sound like the dropping of heavy wet
| sponge. He lay without sign or motion,
| dead TO all appearances to all of his sur
| roundings
| FOUGHT ONCE TOO OFTEN.
| "Nin6 ten. out" went Kelys deliberate
| voice, and Charley Mitchell had met his
| first defeat, and what, he declared, Will be
his last fight in the ring. Like John 81.
| Sullivan he had fought once too often. AS
| Kelly called out the word out Corbett
laughed 1t was not a laugh Of triumph;
| hardly laugh of satisfaction. 1t was more
a laugh of amusement which semed to say:
| Il really never thought he could possibly
| be easy.
Mitchelrs PROSTATE form was quickly
reached by ODonneil, and he was carried
senseless to his corner. While they
| swabbed his pale and biood-stained face
| the enthusiasm of the crowd for Corbett
knew no bounds. They climbed over tbe
| ropes and touched his legs, and, from first
to last, they yelled They yelled when Cor
when he sat down ''Oh, See him put on
| them pants" yelled one enthusiast, as the
| champion performed a prelude to ap-
| pearance outside OF the ring. Corbett
heard the words and they tickled hin
| greatly. He looked around and laughed
heartily. and then he evoked more applause
| by putting on his brown striped bath robe
| They left the ring followed by hundreds OF
wildly cheering men.
Meanwhile, in the opposite corner OF the
| ring q far different scene was going on
| Jim Hall, with a bitter recollection of the
| day i'm New Orleans, when he opened his
| ewes to ask Mitchell What round was it,
! Charley when | was knocked out?' was
| gently wping away the blood from the
| face of the man who ministered to him af.
| ter his defeat by Fitzsimmons. who had
now undergone a more crushing defeat
| than had ever come to Hall Bat Mas
| terson, the picture of despair. stood be
! side and Pony Moore, whose face
| throughout had almost been mirror of the
| fight busted himself in tanning and rub
bing .is bady beaten son-in-law 1t was
| fully two minutes before Mitchell came &c
| himself again, and he then said, TO nobody
in particular: It's all over eh?'
"All over. Charley, was the response
| and with long-drawn sigh Mitchell sub
| sided into silence He left the ring not Ions
after Corbett and, after dressing himself
| in his room. he entered his carriage and
| returned to the city. The crowd for the
most part left before either pugilist de-
| parted from the arena The general feeling
was one of keen disappointment at the pool
fight put up by Mitchell, and of disgust a
having paid so much money for so small
a combat.
- ~'7oft's denearor throughout the pre-
liminaries was a study. He sat I'm his cor
ner. presenting picture not unlike tina
OF indian warrior when Mitchell came
into ha His long nOmpadOur hair