Omaha daily bee., 1897-01-03

as telephone poles, and heads on their
shoulders no bigger than walnuts, at others
the cranial top-pieces swelled up like gas
tanks, while limbs and legs shrunk to
wooden toothpicks. Now the vast auditorium
would blaze with binding refulgence, then
be plunged into darkness as black as the
bottomless pit. At times he would soar
through space with the gentle motion of a
thistledown, again he would be crawling on
hands and knees through watts OF tar and
mud, and over jagged rocks and cruel thorns.
Again he would experience all the delights
OF the lotus-eater's dream and then again
dhe torments of a man being burned
at the stake. just before tine
wind-up Ned asserted that he imagined that
he was big brass ball fastened to the end
OF long steel spindle, and that he wac
being revolved through space at about the
rate OF the big fly wheel in the street rail-
way power house He couldn't sec hear
feel, taste or think; than followed the costa
cies of euthanasla, then an absolute blank.
But suddenly some wondrous power brought
a restoration of his senses, his visual organs
grew bright, his hearing acute and his brain
alive TO the exciting scenes Of the situation
and he found himself pedaling away for
the goal at about a fifteen mile-an- hour clip
The gallant old racer has now fully recov-
cred from all effects of the great trial and
his manager the genial Jack heretofore
mentioned, is fitting him for the big race
in Chicago next February, which he thinks
he Is sure to win. A bad cold contracted
during the third nights going at Madison
Square garden is all that beat him out of this
honor at that race.
Dominick McCaftrey once prominent
candidate for the heavyweight champion
ship Of the world, is in Omaha. He ts
spending the winter with his brother, who Is
large ranch owner up somewhere in Holt
county, but came down here TO renew the
acquaintanceships of years agone. While Dom
is still a splendid specimen of the American
athlete he is not the paragon of muscular
development and activity | knew eleven
years ago. Time has left its imprint on
him as it has on all the rest of u.s. ! will
never forget the Goth of August, 1885, for 1t
was on that day, at Chester park Cincin
natl, | saw Mccartney stand of the mighty
John l.. for seven rounds. 1t was memora-
BILE event, and while MCCaffrey was beaten
out of the decision, he gained more laurels
by the fact that for the stipulated time he had
defed the terrific onslaughts Of John l..
than he had by all his other performances
combined. Sullivan was to knock Dom out
in six rounds or lose the fight. But he
didn't do 1t nyther q haven't got cent?
did he lose the fight. Mccartney not only
stayed the six rounds, but one extra which
was occasioned by an error of the referee
one Billy Tate, a Toledo fireman and sport
At the end of the sixth round there was
riot McCaffrey clamored for continuance
of the contest. and Sullivan was blasphomous
and ugly Revolvers were drawn and fer
time the atmosphere of the old race grounds
was decidedly sulphurous Tate was fright
ened half out of his boots, and refused to
give a decision. but two days later, when safe
at home upon the murmuring Maumee, he
proclaimed to the world, by telegraph, that
Sullivan was the winner. McCaffrey will be
in town for several days and has promised to
give me his opinion for next Sundays Bee
of the fighters of the day.