St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-01-26

was warned Off by Delaney, who, fear
full that Corbett would strike a foul
blow and lose the fight, stood just out
side the ropes, shouting and waving
MN arms at him. ''keep away. jim;
keep away" he yelled, but it was of no
avail. Corbett was all afame. and made
motion after motion to strike, and was
only held off by Referee Kelly, who had
crowded between him and Mitchell.
Delaney, seeing that Corbett was lost to
everything but an overmaStering desire
To night, Sprang into the ring, and, catch
ing him around the waist, by main
strength held him from his prey. There
was rush OF Mitchelrf seconds TO the
center OF the ring, as they thought pos
sibly Delaney intended taking hand
in the struggle. He had no such inten-
ton. however. being bent only on keep
ing his own man from throwing away
the chance of success. AS the gong
sounded and COrbett walked TO his cor
ner, Mitchell was on his feet again, and
rushing up to Corbett he attacked him.
The American turned like flash, and,
with hendiSh look in his eyes, he
struck viciously at his foe. but he fell
short, and again was forced into his seat
by Delaney and Dempsey.
The crowd around the ring had by this
time become frantic.
THE TIGER BLOOD
in it was up, and other blood must flow
to satisfy its passion. YelS, howls,
cries of all Kinds filled the air with
deafenlng effect. In thirty seconds the
crowd had gone from Mitchell to Cor
bett. The under dog was winning but
little sympathy now.
The drop of pin could be heard as
the men stepped to the center of the
third time. Corbett maneuvered until
he had Mitchell in the left-hand corner,
then suddenly his arm shot out with
lightning speed, and the boxing cham
pion of England was fiat upon his back
and halfway through the ropes. More
Wild yellS from the crowd, now at white
heat by the 81 ght or the red blood flow-
Ing down Mitchell's face, and more loud
calls for Corbett to "kill him." knock
him down again." put him out" went
up. Corbett lost himself again and
made pass at Mitchell before he was
on his feet, striking him only a slight
glaucing blow. However. light as it was
it was too much for the faithful Della
ney, who, with wild leap. sprang be-
tween the now almost beaten and the
victor, who was advancing Oh him with
clenched hands and flashing eyes.
keep off, for heavens sake. keep
away. jim; let the man get up" plead
ed Delaney almost in auoDu
THIS TINE 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 help
lessly, Mitchell rose to his feet He had
not been counted out, and the round
was not yet at all eud.
"Go i'll, Corbett," go to him, Jim,"
yelled hundred voices, and Kelly, the
referee, motioned Corbett on. Spring
ing to his feet, Corbett started on run
toward the man who. dazeG, helpless,
with quiyering knees and bloody face,
awaited him. With all the impetuosity
of his run, with all the strength of his
powerful frame, Corbett struck again,
ana it was all over. His dark brown
glove caught Mitchell squarely on the
jaw; there was dull sound, and the
Engishman fell forward, his face strik-
ing the boards with a sound like the
dropping of heavy wet sponge. He
lay without sign Or motion, insensible
10 ali appearances, to all of his sur
roundings.
Nine, ten, OUT" went Kelly's delib-
crate voice, and Charley Mitchell had
met his first defeat. and what, he
declared, will be his last fight in the
ring.
Like John L. Sullivan. he had fought
once too often. AS Kelly called out the
word "out," Corbett laughed. 1t was
not laugh of triumph; hardly laugh
of satisfaction: it was more laugh of
amusement, which seemed to say, II