The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-05-20
.%LcOpvnahl. 1857

Whom | came to myself | was lying
upon n trucklo bod, in n barc, halt.inr.
nished room. My head was ringing like
a boil, and whom l put up my hand
thorc was n lump like a walnut over
ono OF my eyes. My nosc was full Of n
puncent amoll. and | aoon found tina. II
strip oil paper soaked In vinegar was
fastened across my brow. At tho othor
end Of tho room this terrible little man
waa sitting with his knec bare, and his
elderly companion was rubbing 1t With
some Ilnimont. The latter seemed to
be in tho worst OF tempors, and no kept
up continual scolding, which tho other
listened to with n gloomy iaco.
"Neyer hoard toll OF such d thing in
my life" ho was saying. "ln training
Tor a month. with all tho weight OF il
on my shoulders, and then, whom | get
YOU as tt as a trout, aud within two
days OF fighting tho likciieat man on
tho list, you lot yourself into u bye.
battle with n foreigner"
There. therel Stow your cab |" said
the other, sulkily. You're u very good
trainer, jim, bu, you'd DO better with
less Jaw"
~ should think It was timo 10 jaw"
the elderly man answered. iii this
knee don't get well before Wednesday,
they'll have it that you fought a cross,
ard a pretty job you'll have next time
You look for a hacker"
thought a cross!' rrowlcd tho other.
i've won nineteen battles aud no man
ever ,omuch rs dared TO say tho word
cross in my hearin'. How tho donce
was ! TO got out OF it when tue cove
wanted tho very clothes oil my 'backT"
tut. man. you knew thai tho bcak
and the guards wero within a mile OF
you. You could have set them OIL to
him as we'll then rs now. You'd have
got your clothes back again all right"
well, strike mel" said the Bustler,
III don't often break my trainin', but
when it comes to givin' up my clothes
to a Erenchy who couldn't hit Ii dinl in
a pat o butter. why. it's more than |
eau swaller."
Pooh, man, what arc the clothes
worth? D'you know that Lord Rufton
alone has five thousand pounds on you?
When You jump the ropes on Wednes-
day. you'll carry every penny Of fifty
thousand into the ring. A pretty thing
10 sum up with a swollen knee and a
story about a Frenchman!"
al never thought he'd ha' kicked"
said the Bustler.
Il suppose you expected he'd fight
Broughton's rules. and strict T. K?
Why, you silly. they don't know what
fighting is in France"
MY friends" said |, sitting up on
my bed. ~ do not understand very
much OF wha. you say, but when you
speak like that it is foolishness. We
know SC much about fighting in France
that We have paid our little visit TO
yearly every capital 10 Europe. and very
soon W. are coming to London. But we
fight like soldiers, you understand, and
not like camins in the gutter. You
strike me on the head, kick you on the
knee-it ia child's play. Butit you will
give me a sword, and take another one.
l will show you how VI fight over the
water"
They both stared at ME in their stolid,
English way.
well, I'm glad you're not dead,
Mounseer," said the elder one nt last.
There wasn't much sign OF life in You
when the Bustler and me carried you
down. That head OF yours amt thick
enough to stop the crook Of the hardest
hitter in Bristol"
"IIA'a n ~ n rnVn tn AVID hn o. y a M
for me like a BANTAM" said the other.
still rubbing his knee. II cot my old
leit-risht in, and he went over. as il ne
had been %polea1cd. 1t wasn't ny fault,
Mounseer, 1 told you you'd sc. pepper
il you went on
well, its something to say all your
lille, that you've been handled by the
finest iight.weishtin England" said the
older man. looking at me with an eX'
preston OF concratulation upon mis- face.
you've had him a his best, too-in the
pink OF condition, and trained by Jim
Hunter"
II am used to hard knocks" said I,
unbuttoning my tunic, and showing
my two musket wounds. Then I barred
my ankle also. and showed tho place in
my eye whore the guerrilla had stabbed
nc.
HE car take his gruel," said the
hustler.
what n glutton he'd have made for
the middie.weights," remarked the
trainer; with six months coaching
he'd ~as.onish the fancy. It's a pity
he's got to 20 back to prison."
l did not like that last remark at all.
| bu,toned up my coat and rose from
the bed.
~ must ask You to lie. mo continue
my Journey" said l.