The Madisonian. (Virginia City, Mont.) 1873-1915, 1896-11-07
0ed. you'd :Se surprised if you knew

WHO size WdS-STedt Delle-plleS Or mon.
ey in her W name. l met her at 4
dance. Three weeks ago she broke off
the engagement, and since then he has
been going to the bOwwOws-a perfect
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 Oh
the edge of the bed, a most contempt
uous LOOK on his face.
Filkins smiled and softly puffed up
his pipe.
why should he bother about you?'
repeated the lieutenant. more emphati-
cally.
Indeed. 1 don't know" was the quiet
reply. Il spoke to her more
than three times" He was silent for
a moment. Then he laughed: "And.
by JOve! do you know, she sent me a
note the other day that cost me a quar-
ter-forgot to pay the messenger"
Never mind your certain man. Come
n.y. cried the lieutenant, rising, but
toning his coat and drawing on his
gloves.
t1lklnS sighed, knocked the ashes out
Of his pipe and arose.
Very well, if you insist" he said.
But l know there will be trouble, and
am very rusty with my fists. Now,
l would not care if 1 was like what I
was when-"
Hurry. We're late!" INTERRUPTED
Swash. And as we were filing down
the stairs he whispered:
"A million to one we don't see the
certain man"
Il would be a 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 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"
Rot" 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 hearosea and announced: 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;;" coward 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 I knew
nothing. In fact, 1 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, l did not see a 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
un!' Nov, another!" "Yer got i'm
skeert." 'Ah, pshaw! the Kids too
slow; jest see the chances he missed.'
He's fighting toe low"
The affair al getting more inter
esting. Williams gave his opponent 4
body blow that sent him Keeling 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.
Involuntarily l 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 is! What did l tell you?:"
"Who?" said l, rutled at the inter-
ruption.
"The man that 1 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 a motion to go.
Leave at this point:" he cried.
"Filkins, you're a fool"
I looked toward the person whom
Filkins had pointed out, and although
1 had never before seen him, from 4
series of pictures Of noted society men
which a certain paper had published l
knew him to be Archibald Van Pegs
ter.
Eyes, Filkins," I said, you're a fool"
Call me what you choose" he retOrt-
ed, "but mark my words. there will be
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