Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1894-02-02
How Mitchell was Beaten.

was upon him. Somehow Corbett adYan-
ced to the Englishman's corner without
seeming to half Try. He held his guard low
and drifted nearer and nearer apparently
without effort. He feinted again and
again. but Mitchell would not be dra ~n
into the risk of leading. He broke ground
and ran away to the lett. Go where he
would there loomed the big man above
him. Unless appearances were very de-
ceptive Mitchell weighed fully twenty
pounds less than the champion. But this
does not express the difference between
them. The Californian was fully four and
half inches taller than the Briton. He
not keep mis- feet so far apart, and there
| fore looked even taller. Mitchell was
very wary. His face expressed intense aP-
plication to a particularly worrisome pro-
blem. He tented rapidly IN order to coax
Corbett TO lead at him The big man sim
ply refused. He smiled with grim hum"1
at Mitchell's attempt to draw him out. II
was wicked and wintry smile, and II
deepened the puzzled frown on Charley's
brown forehead.
Remembering how gayly Mitchell had
chaffed and bantered John L. Sullivan
during their famous battle at Chantilly in
1855 expected rare treat on this occa-
| sion But it was not to be. Mitchell was
too busy looking for the safety of his head
to bother with sarcasm or repartee. Cor
bett always seemed to be on the very point
of launching a blow at him, yet the blow
was never started. Mitchell for the sec md
time darted out of the corner into which
his adversary had pinned him. There was
some cheering as Corbett few after him.
"You haven't got old John l.. in front OF
you nowl' yelled a man from the bleach
| ing boards, but he failed to state whether
this rude remark W as addressed TO Mitchell
or Corbett.
The second change of base brought
| Mitchell over close to where L was sitting.
| He seemed in distress. His chest was ris-
ing and falling rapidly. He painted. His
lips seemed parched, for he kept moisten-
ing them continually. When he had had
fun enough chasing Mitchell around the
ring Corbett suddenly darted his left fist
at Mitchells mouth. His feints had been
straight as piston rods, but when he actu-
| ally delivered the blow he half swung it.
Mitchell took no chances. He cleverly
ducked out of harms way, and running in
under Corbett's guard threw both arms
around his waist. Before the referee
| could call Break" Corbett had thrown
| away the little man and stood feinting at
him again.
The picture that the two gladiators pre-
sented now was intensely interesting.
| Mitchell faced me, his countenance tensely
drawn as he again studied the man before
him. | had back view of Corbett Every
muscle in his body was in full play under
his smooth white skin. His nerves seem
| cd quivering. 1t was not necessary to see
his face to know that here was a destroyer
awaiting only the proper moment to LEAP
upon and crush his victim. Suddenly
| Mitchell bends forward and thrusts his left
fist at the pit of Corbett's stomach. The
champion guards the blow with his right
forearm. Up comes the Englishman's
head, and he follows with a right hand
drive at the point of the jaw. CorbeIl
guards this, too, with his omni-present
right arm Mitchell jumps away backward
out of distance, looking more surprised
than ever. The long, low, ducking lead
at the body has been, hitherto, one of bis
lavorite attacks. He landed it on John l..
| Sullivan almost as often as he chose, but
| Corbett threw off the blow and laughed at
| it. Still Corbetts failure to hit counter
or even return blow was encouraging; 50
quickly shifting his ground the English
man tried for Corbett's short ribs with the
right fist. The champion gave ground so
swiftly that the glove barely reached his
| body.
With pleasant smile Mitchell tried tie
trick again, and with the same result.
next he drove his left fist at the mark, "or
pit of the stomach, but the Californian
guarded it easily. This angered the little
fellow, for he an in, swinging his right for
the chin, but landed it on Corbett's shoul-
der and quickly cIinched.
The champion thrust his left forearm un-
der Mitchell's chin at the moment he clos
ed in. Now he thrust Mitchell violently
away with movement of the left arm and
drove his head backward with the palm OF
his right hand Rapidly following his vic
tim Corbett landed "a hard left hand punch
on the mouth that drove him still further
away But the champion was careful
He waited moment, then tried the left
again at the head. Mitchell ducked under
it and ran away Jsst then Time-seeper
Garrison whacked the gong, signifying the
end nf the round.
Mitchell, looking relieved, walked to his
corner and sat down. He wiped his mouth
with his right hand. His seconds worked
over him vigorously, spouging, rubbing
and tanning him. Corbett's seconds were
working hard too. He talked earnestly
with Delaney. 'I've got him neasuf ed
right now and I'm going at him." the
champion remarked as he lett his corner
for the secoLd round. MitchelPs face did
not show mark Corbett was upon him
in moment. Feinting swift and straight
for few seconds be suddenly half swun z
his left fist and landed it on Mitchelrs
cheek. Mitchell replied with one of his
duckIng leads for the mark" bat the
champion stepped backward and the blow
fell short once more Corbett half swung
his left fist on the Englishman's right
cheek, Mitchell rushed in to try rally at
half arm work, but Corbett drove him back
with hard right hand drive in the short
ribs. Charley ran away and his relentless
enemy kept boring in upon him.
In Corbett's corner Mitchell turned, sad
ly mixed up. The punishment he received
had jolted him great deal. He was in
such hurry to hit Corbett that his left
foot slid out in front of him and he almost
fell. Recovering himself he tried again,
this time an attempt to get over the
champions guard Tor the face, but missed
completely. He clinehed and would have
wrestled, but Corbett thrust him away
gently but firmly, Ike big schoolmaster
struggling with fractions boy. Now
Corbett missed one of his short left hand
swings at the head, but jabbed his right
fist hard on the short ribs.
After moments sparring Mitchell made
a