The morning call., 1894-01-26

the force of the blow was sufficient to send
Mitchell to the ground and under the
lower rope. Corbett crouehed over his
PROSTATE though conscious foemaD, who
was looking at him through his half-open
left eye. while the seconds from both sides
bounced into the roped inclosure, and the
confusion was of the most exciting kind.
Referee Kelly tried to force Corbett
away from his man. but he was bent on
maintaining his position. From Mitchel's S
corner, shouting Foul" as they ran, came
Pony" Moore, Jim Hall and Tom Allen.
The house was in an uproar, and Demp-
sey. Delaney and Donaldson rushed TO the
aid Of their principal and begged him not
to hazard his chances of a sure victory by
losing on foul. while Kelly stood over
Mitchell, his time occupied in about equal
parts in counting the seconds and paving
off COrbett. Full eight seconds had elapsed
from the time when Mitchell went TO grass
until he regained his feet in a stooping
posture, and COrbett was still struggling
with his seconds to get a. him. Mitchell
fell over on his side and sat on the boards
and il loOked like q deliberate invitation
for COrbett TO commit foul, and proved
irresistible for the champion. He jumped
at his foeman, and, swinging his right,
struck Mitchell while the latter was still in
a sitting posture. He had evidently re-
gretted sending the blow, for as 1t landed
he had so veered its course tha: Instead of
being planted firmly it grazed Mitchells
head on top. Again Mitchelrs corner sent
up cry Of Foul" but the referee disal-
lowed it. claiming that it had done no
harm. Mitchell fell in on Corbeit as b.
got to his feet to escape another swing.
and then Snapper" Garrison pounded
the big gong for time. Corbett heard il
and turned and went to his corner. In
stead of going to his the Englishman
bounded for Corbett, catching the latter
just as he was getting into his chair. 1t
was a right-hand swing and the warnings
of Corbett's seconds did not stay it. 1t
landed on Corbett's well-rounded head
and glanced off harmlessly to his shoul-
ders. Foul" cried Brady. but Corbett
shook his head and Mitchell was carried
to his corner groggy and worn out with
the work of the round.
Round three-Mitcbell came up with his
nostrils dilating and his teeth set, mass
of coagulated blood which must have
found its way upward from the fearful
crashes that had been sent into his heart.
Coz bett was unscarred. Not scratch
was visible on his face. Mitchell was
slow In coming up, Corbett going straight
for him. Mitchell led with his left in an
attempt to keep Corbett at arms length.
1t was the last LEAD Mitchell made. Get
ting inside of the lead the men clinched.
Corbett brushing the alleged strong man
off as ii he we're boy. Swift as a flash
crashed in the deadly right of the Ameri-
can clear to the jaw, and Mitchell went
down under the force of the blow.
In his fall he swung across the lower
rope, poised there an instant and
then slipped off to the resined floor.
Corbett turned about after delivering
the blow and nonchalantly walked to his
corner. where he SAT down and watched
the writhiDg form of his adversary as
Kelly called off the fateful seconds. Mitch
ell had not fallen, nor did he remain down
to escape punishment this time. The idea
that Corbett had no punching power, if
not already dissipated, vanished six Sec