The Portland daily press., 1896-02-29
LOOKED LIKE A LIAR.
But This Was a Case Where Looks
We're Misleading.

HNAN @AAohOoAAA3s
ance With Champion Pugilist-His
| Employer. Who Was Used to the Gloves
Disputed the Claim.
IT was reading clever little sketch
the other day about maNwho told big
stories which were not believed by his
acquaintance, and it reminded me of
an experience I had once when was
considerably younger, remarked Rob-
ert D. Wilson, the active Orleans county
politician, when in reminiscent mood
the other day.
f 1t was like this: About the first
contract ever took was one to build q
church in small town in western New
York near Lake Ontario. My partner
and employed good force of men,
and among others good natured, rather
dapper little lrishman, who applied for
work shortly after we got the walls
started
Liz w az AlOb q chI41Ou WOIhIudus Uut
a good, active helper, and he struck me
at the time as being one Of the most en-
tertaining and cheerful liars it had ever
been my pleasure to meet. One of his
favorite tales was to the effect that he
was for three years trainer and boxing
partner Of the famous pugilist Jem
Mace and had seconded the one time
champion in two of his most notable
battles. He ratified off names, places,
dates and incidents in the most offhand
manner imaginable, which, as we had
no means Of verifying his statements,
he was perfectly safe in doing. OF
course we took what he said with a
large grain of salt and enjoyed drawing
him out.
Zone thing about the old fellow
struck me as peculiar-we could never
induce him under any consideration to
join in any Of the friendly little spar.
ring contests which we occasionally in
dulged in at the little country hotel,
after our days work was done. By no
subterfuge could we induce him to stick
his hands in the big mittens, although
he was always present at our exercises
and took delight in making sighting
comments upon our skill.
tThis got rather monotonous after
awhile, and we set about devising a
plan for teaching the old fellow les
son. When he was sober, we knew there
was no chance of getting the gloves on
him, but he usually got moderately full
on Saturday evenings, and we concocted
scheme to give him an earlier start
one Saturday afternoon, so that by the
time supper was over he was consider
ably exhilarated. was just out of d
gymnasium at the time, and was con-
sidered pretty clever boxer. The boys
all went to work at him, and after d
good many drinks and a lot of coaxine
and cajoling they finally got him to put
on the gloves and spar bit with me.
'''Sail in, Larry, said. Don't be
afraid to hit me. And winked at the
boys and went at him. He was easier
than I expected. His guard seemed very
poor, and several times I raped him
harder than ! should, but it seemed q
good plan to teach the old blowhard g
good lesson. After awhile got Bit
tired of the one sidedness of it. I regis
tered about every time found an open
ing, while the .Irishman's punches were
all wild and Of no account. Finally
decided that we had had fun enough
and made up my mind to give him 6
coed chinchopper, lay him out and quit.
So 1 watched for an opening, and when
saw one a minute later, aimed as
heavy blow as [ could strike and lei
go.
''Well, say, I don't know even to this
day what became Of that punch, for al
that moment something struck me Oh
the neck, and for the next 80 seconds
experienced all of the sensations of Dor
Quixote when he had the mix up with
the windmill, for that little IrishmaI
was dancing around me and delivering
undercuts, overcuts, chin choppers, side
winders, earmuffs, straight drives anG
long arm body blows faster than I coult
feel them, while I paved the air in al
attempt at defense.
I think the boys said it was AZ sec
onds before I was lying in the corner
limp and entirely out, but it was three
days before I was out-at work again
was sorry to find that the agile littlt
Irishman had disappeared Immediately
after I dropped asleep. He evidently
feared trouble, but I never would have
made any. In fact, I'd have liked tt
take few lessons from him, but I've
never had the nlitts on from that day tt
this.
'fI don't know now whether that lit
tie Irishman was telling the truth o.
not, but have my suspicious about the
matter. MEDINA IN. " Cor. New
York Press.