The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-03-18
THE FALLEN CHAMPION.
COrbett Weak and Childish After the
Efghf-Cried Like baby.


CARSON CITY, New March I5.-As Cor
bett staggered to his dressing room after
the contest his brothers. Harry and Joe,
supporting him, one on each side, the scene
was a pitiful one. What to him, was
honor. fame and fortune had been irrevoca-
bly, lost in the brief space of time since
he had left the room. confident of keep
ing the championship OF the world. a
short hour before he had been absolutely
certain of victory, without "a shade OF
doubt that his record would remain un-
marred. and the crushing defeat was al
most beyoad belief him. His trainers
crowded into the dark little room after
him and gathered about him he sank
exhausted in a chair.
Il can't realize it, boys" the defeated
champion said. Il don't know how it hap
pened l had him almost out and could
have whipped him If / had followed il up.
but wanted to show him how thoroughly
could do him. oh. if can only get at
him again He must he absolutely must.
give me another chance. / can whip him
next time"
There was a moments Silence, when sud-
denly Jim leaned forward against his broth
er Harry and burst into tears. Il can't be-
lieve it," he sobbed. Il can't believe il,
Harry. How can it be, old man. that am
defeated?'
The scene was too much for the little
crowd of heartbroken friends Billy Woods
sank into a dark corner and, with his cap
over his face. -ndeavored to stife his sobs.
White and McVey chokingly attempted TO
soothe their eX-chief and Billy Delaney,
with wet eyes, vigorously famed the almost
fainting man In vain attempt TO conceal
his emotion. harry Corbett gfuI1ly ordered
ID,
| his knees beside ms oeIeated brother ana
| passed his arm around his neck, saying
| Everybody knows iI Y, as a chance blow ana
| that you are the best man yet It's ali
| right. old boy. We all know you can beat
CorbeI's face was as pale as death and
| drawn into lines by the physical and men
/ looked the man who had whipped sullivan
| as he lay back in his char, his hand
| pressed below his heart where the blow
my heart hurts me-, he said. Il thought
| l would die when l went down. could
| not realize that L was being knocked out.
| | only knew my side was killing me. The
| pain was awful-awful. The only place j
feel any trouble is right below the heart
| kill me yet, and what is the difference II II
does? :. o,.,. ,, s,oa.n,v said
! a bright look coming into his eyes, Il will
| get another crackk at that fellow yet I'll
make him fight me again.
| lntTe was d lildIh ou bOuy "
! show how the champion had lost. There
/ were spots of blood upon his arms and
breast, but it was the blood of the victor,
not his own.
| Anybody can see that Jim is the cleverer
| man. said Charley White. He simply lost
| on one of those chance blows, which are
always possibility. He can whip Fitz-
simmons, 1 know it.
At the ringside, while Corbett was being
| assisted from his corner and the arena was
filled with bowling, eXultlng Fftzsimmons
/ supporters, William Brady. the ex-cham-
pion's hacker, sprang 10 a platform and
/ waving a roll of greenbacks. shouted: Il
| have Sc 900 to deposit as an earnest bet that
| Corbett can whip Fitzsimmons for purse
| of $40, ,0O0. Now you yelling hoHting idiots
| come up here with your money. The
| challenge received no attention and Brady
was compelled to return his money TO his
| pocket
| Another sensational incident at the close
| )of the fight occurred when Corbett broke
kaway from his trainers again and rushed
| over to Fitzsimmons's corner He pushed
+, his way through the crowd surrounding
| Bob and, grasping the champions right
| hand in both his, he sa.d Bob. i Will
| fight you again at any time and for any
| amount"
Fitzsimmons rose from. his chair and
| pushing Corbett back. said: No, no, get
| away. ! don't want To talk 10 you
| AT this juncture Fitz was dragged away
| by his jubilant friends. Corbett left this
| afternoon on a special train for San
| Francisco.