The Penn's Grove record., 1896-09-18

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 a fool to take you up,"il
replied, softly.
When We reached The gymnasium o,
the olympic Club, the first bout was
ever. Several hundred men, generally
IN their shirt sleeves, were seated on
low benches about the ring, all smok-
Ing so vigorously that a 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.
Filkins hung back.
I'D rather not" he said, 'Il not be
ioticed here"
"Roti' exclaimed the other, seizinA
his arm and literally dragging him
through the crowd, until at length we
we're comfortably fixed In the front
row. I 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 a n%onchalant wave of the hand
toward the right-hand corner, "Dona-
hne;" toward the left, Williams"
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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 I knew
nothing. In fact, l thought 1t was
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
Itriking each other with their gloved
hands, l did not see a realization OF my
s~anguine imaginings. To be sure, in
the second round Williams landed vii
~laInously on DOnohue's nose, causing it
to bleed profusely, and received in urn
an upper cut on the chin which brought
from the crowd about us cries OF Good
UNI Now, another Yer got i'm
skeert." "Ah, pshawi the Kids too
slow; jest see the chances he missed!'
He's lighting too low"
The affair a getting more inter.
asting, Williams gave his opponent n
body blow that sent him Keeling against
the ropes at n side, but the Boston
lad regained himself in an instant and
dealt the New-Yorker such a violent
one on the cheek hat the young man
began to stagger stupidity about, hold,
ing his hands out to protect his face.
%lnvoluntarily half rose and cried, -
good UNI"
A sudden pull at my coat brought
me back to my seat and Eilkins wills
pered in my ear:
"There he is! What did l tell you?"
"Who?" said /, rutled 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
lie had made a motion to go.
Leave at this point?" he cried
'Filkins, you're Il fool"
| looked toward the person whom
Filkins had pointed out, and although
| had never before seen him, from a
series of pictures of noted society men
which a certain paper had published
knew him to be Archibald Van Pegs.
ter.
Yes. Filkins," | said, you're a fool"
Call me what you choose" he retort-
ed, but mark my words, there will be
trouble if we stay. Time has beeo
allied and I, at least, had better go"
NONSENSE" laughed Swash. We'll
stand by you, old man, for l propose 10
see this thing out. It'll be hot the next
-ouni."
Indeed, it WILL" said Filkins. grim
ly.
We'll, here comes the certain well.
known man." | c%huckled, for Van Pegs
ter was moving around our way, and
since Filkins had so boldly declared
himself l determined to give him a
few gentle thrusts. The opportunity
was so good.
81 see him." he replied, quietly.
Swash began to laugh and used q
rather strong expression, but hardly
was 1t II of his mouth when ! heard
a stronger one, and looking up saw
A n,bIhalI Won parotar rioht In front |
of us, glaring down at our companion.
There was a pause. Then he deliber-
ately raised his cane and brought II
down toward Filkins' head. l sprang
from my place and put out my arm to
arrest the blow, but Filkins was too
quick for me. He caught 1t on his
left wrist, and shot out his clenehed
right hand, landing neatly on his AZ
~sailant's chin with such force as to send
him cropping against the ring platform.
In al instant the place was in an up
roar; Il dozen men sprang between the
two new combatants; a hundred others
gathered around us, filling the air with
their excited cries and inquiries as to
what had happened.
Van Peyster's excavations were
something terrible. Inhamed with
drink, maddened with jealousy and
thirsting for revenge for the punish
ment he had received, he struggled
to free himself from the grasp Of those
who held him. Filkins on the other
hand coolly explained:
The man Is drunk, gentlemen. Some
one had better find his name and ad
dress and send him home" Then in
a lower tone he whispered to me;
Don't you think we had better go
nowf"
81 think we had" l said, and with
out another word Swash and | follow
ed him out Of the place and home TO
the boarding house, where he bid us
goodnight and retired to his fourth
door rear hall bedroom.
S. u1 LNfIlln1 thn nthur dnu He VIVA