The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1896-10-31

the engagement. and since then he has
been going to the bowwows-a perfect
mailman, the fellers say, and he mas
sworn to break my head on sight
"And why should he bother about
your" sneered Swash, sitting down ON
the edge of the bed. a most contempt
uous look on his face.
Filkins smiled and softly pulled up
his pipe.
"Why should he bother about your
repeated the lieutenant, more emphati-
cally.
Indeed. don't know" was the quiet
reply. Il never spoke to her more
than three times" He was silent for
moment Then he laughed: And,
by Joyel do you know, she sent me
note the other day that cost me quar-
ter-forgot to pay the messenger
"Never mind your certain man. Come
onv' cried the lieutenant, rising. but
toning his coat and drawing on his
gloves.
FAklns sighed knocked the ashes out
OF his pipe and arose.
Very well, II you insist" he said.
But know there will be trouble, and
/ am very rusty with my fists. Now,
| would not care II was like what |
was when"
Hurry We're latew interrupted
Swash. And as we were filing down
the stairs he whispered:
"A million to one we don't see the
certain man"
II would be fool to take you up"
replied, softly.
When we reached the gymnasium OF
the Olympic Club the first bout was
over. Several hundred men, generally
In their shirt sleeves, were seated on
low benches about the ring, all smok
ing so vigorously that n thick haze
filed the room, and from where we
stood we could hardly distinguish the
faces of the two muscular fellows who
were seated In their respective cor
ners.
There are three seats up front.
Let's get there" said the lieutenant,
indicating the place with his cane.
Filkins hung back.
I'D rather not" he said, "I'll not be
noticed here"
"Rotr' exclaimed the other. Selling
his arm and literally dragging him
through the crowd, until at length we
were comfortably fixed in the front
row. could see everything then, and
even heard the low tones of the referee
as hearose and ANNOUNCED: "Six rounds
between Harry Donohue of Boston
and Kid Williams of New York. Then.
with nonchalant wave of the hand
toward the right-hand corner. "Dona-
hne;' toward the left, williams"
Donahue and Williams were two
very respectable looking young men,
with clear pink faces, and splendid
chests and muscles. Swash said that
the latter was a middle weight and
fought too low, but of that / knew
nothing. In fact, l thought it was
rather tame. My idea of prize fights
had been drawn from comic and religi-
Gus papers, but in these two active.
athletic young men. who shook hands
and then began to jump lithely about
the ring beating the air and at times
striking each other with their gloved
hands. did not see realization of my
sanguine imaginings. To be sure, in
the second round4Williams landed vii
lainously on Donohue's nose, causing il
to bleed profusely, and received in turn
an upper cut on the chin which brought
from the crowd about us cries of Good
unr'-f- Now. anotherl' Yer got i'm
skeert." "Af,, -pshaw! the Kids too
slow; jest see the chances he missedw
He's fighting too low"
The affair was getting more inter.
esting. Williams gave his opponent n
body blow that sent him reeling against
the ropes AT one side. but the Boston
lad regained himself in an instant and
dealt the New-Yorker such a violent
one on the cheek that the young man
began to stagger stupidity about. hold
ing his hands out to protect his face.
lnvoluntarily half rose and cried. a
good un!'
A sudden pull at my coat brought
me back to my seat and Filkins wills
pered in my ear:
'There he Isl What did tell your"
"Who?" said /, ruffied at the inter-
ruption.
The man that l spoke Of Come. let
us get out. He is moving this way"
Swash heard him. and. Selling him.
he pulled him back into his seat. for
he had made n motion to go
Leave at this pointf" he cried.
'Filkins. you're a fool
looked toward the person whom
Filkins had pointed out and although
had never before seen him. from n
series of pictures of noted society men
which certain paper had published l
knew him to be Archibald Van Peys-
| ter.
Yes Filkins," l said, you're fool -
Call me what you choose" he retort.
ed. but mark my words, there viii he
trouble il we stay. Time has been
called and l. at least. had better co.
"Nonsenser' laughed Swash. We'll
stand by you, old man. for propose TO
see this thing out. Itll be hot the next
round"
Indeed, it will" said Filkins. grim
ly.
/ We'll, here comes the certain we'll