Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-09-23


mailman, the fellers say, and he has
sworn to break my head on sight
"And why should he bother about
your sneered Swash, sitting down on
the edge of the bed, most contempt
uous look on his face.
Filkins smiled and softly puffed 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 Jove! 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
on!' cried the lieutenant, rising. but
toning his coat and drawing on his
gloves.
Filkns sighed, knocked the ashes out
OF his pipe and arose.
Every well, If you insist" he said.
"But know there will be trouble, and
| am very rusty with my fists. Now,
would not care IL | was like what /
was when"
Hurry! We're later interrupted
Swash. And as we were filing down
the stairs he whispered:
"a million to one we don't see the
certain man."
81 would be fool to take you up" I
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 thick haze
filled 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.
Fllkins 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. l could see everything then, and
even heard the low tones of the referee
as hearose and announced: "Sixrounds
between Harry Donohue of Boston
and Kid Williams of New York. Then,
with a nonchalant wave of the hand
toward the right-hand corner 'Dona-
hne;" toward the left, civilians"
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 l knew
nothing. In fact, l thought 1t 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, l did not see a realization of my
sanguine imaglnings. To be sure, in
the second round Williams landed vii
lainously on Donohues nose causing it
to bleed profusely, and received in turn
an upper cut on the chin which brought
from the crowd about us cries of Good
un!' Now, anotherw Eyer got i'm
skeert." "Ah, pshaw! the Kids too
slow; jest see the chances he missed!'
Hes fighting too low"
The affair was getting more inter
esting Williams gave his opponent
body blow that sent him reeling against
the ropes at one side, but the Boston
lad regained himself in an instant and
dealt the NewYorker such violent
one on the cheek that the young man
began to stagger stupidity about, hold
ing his hands out to protect his face.
Involuntarily l half rose and cried, "a
good un!'
A sudden pull at my coat brought
me back to my seat and Filkins whls-
pered in my ear;
There he is! What did l tell you?"
"Who?" said 1, rufiied 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, Tor
he had made motion to go.
Leave at this pointT he cried.
"Filkins, you're a fool.'
looked toward the person whom
Fiikins 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 Pegs
ter.
YES, Filkins." said you're fool"
Call me what you choose" he retort-
ed, but mark my words, there will be
trouble If we stay. Time has been
called and l, at least, had better GO"
"Nonsenser' laughed Swash. We'll
stand by you, old man, for propose to
see this thing out. It'll be hot the next
round"