The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1896-09-11

| am very rusty with my nStS- NOW,
would not care if / 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"
| 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 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, "I'll not be
noticed here"
"Rotw exclaimed the other, seizing
lshis arm and literally dragging him
through the crowd, until at length we
were comfortably fixed in the front
even heard the low tones of the referee
as hearose and dannounced: "Six rounds
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, 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 l knew
nothing. In fact, 1 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, did not see realization of my
sanguine imaginings. To be sure, in
the second round Williams landed vii
lainously on Donohue's 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
unv' "Now, anotherr' Yer got i'm
skeert." "Ah, pshaw! the Kids too
slow; jest see the chances he lnissed.'
Hes 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 violent
one on the cheek that the young man
began to stagger stupidity about, hold
| ing his hands out to protect his face.
Involuntarily half rose and cried, "A
good unr'
| A sudden pull at my coat brought
| me back to my seat and Filkins whis-
pered in my ear:
"There he is! What did tell you?"
"Who" said 1, ruffled at the inter-
ruption.
''The man that spoke of. Come. let
us get out. He is moving this way"
Swash heard him, and, seizing him,
he pulled him back into his seat, for
he had made motion to go.
Leave at this point?" he cried.
"Filkins, you're fool"
looked toward the person whom
Filkins had pointed out, and although
had never before seen him, from
series of pictures of noted society men
.oI, ~. L. \ T;-1.
knew him to be Archibald Van Peys-
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 60"
"Nonsensev' laughed Swash. We'll
stand by you, old man, for propose to
see this thing out. It'll be hot the nexr
round"
Indeed, it will" said Filkins, grim
ly.
We'll, here comes the certain we'll
known man." chuckled, for Van Peys-
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 a
rather strong expression, but hardly
was 1t out of his mouth when l heard
a stronger one, and looking up saw
Archibald Van Peyster right in front
of us, glaring down at our companion.
There was a pause. Then he deliber-
ately raised his cane and brought 1t
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 clenched
right hand, landing neatly on his as
sailant's chin with such force as to send
him cropping against the ring platform.
In an instant the place was in an up
| roar; dozen men sprang between the
| two new combatantS; hundred others
gathered around us, filling the air with
| their excited cries and inquiries as to
what had happened.
Van Peyster's execrations were
something terrible. Inflamed 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: