The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-06-10

| element Julian ran along the side OF
the ring and sprinkled water on his
!, fallen idol. At the end of seven sec
onds Fitzsimmons staggered to ms
| feet, only TO go down again. He was
up again, and Jeffries poised himself
for the finishing touch. He shot in has
| left to the body, and tried for the head
with his right. He was calm and COD
| lected, but the time was too short
Again did the gong come to the aid OIL
the man who was then going, stagger-
| ing and dazed, to certain defeat. There
was frantic effort to revive the cham
pion of champions, but he was cleanly
| gone, and his seconds could not restore
! him.
The fate-like gong changed again and
/ the old fighter wabbled out to meet
the sturdy young Hercules who awaited
| him. 1t was as courageous and gritty
as a dash up to the firing line in battle,
but 1T was hopeless.
They were together. 1t was splen-
! did moment, and full of all that dra-
matte intensity that characterizes a
| tragedy. Jeffries was as fresh as at the
start. There was q moment of sparring
and the giant arms of the Californian
shot through the air. 1t was left and
| right, and over.
The Excitement Was Great.
LAe<-SiiAiiilOAlS, Iiillp anu uIlcOUSClOuS
dropped to the floor. Jeffries stepped
back, for he knew the force that he
had put behind his terrible blows The
timers called off the seconds that
counted out an old ring hero and her.
aided another, but nobody heard them.
The crowd was on its feet bowling.
There was a rush for the ring. but
scores of bluecoats barred the way.
Ten seconds are short, and when the
tenth had come there was new roar
of excitement to welcome the victor
Julian, Hickey, Kenney and Everhardt
gathered up the PROSTATE man. He
was still in a trance. They carried him
into his corner. and a little blood oozed
from his mouth as his head fell forward
on his chest. The new hero crossed
the ring and shook the hand of his
rival, after which he was surrounded
by his friends, who hustled him from
the ring and into his dressing ROOM
The scenes enacted in the dressing
room of Jeffries, which was only a few
feet away from that occupied by the
defeated pugilist. were of the most
Joyous character. Crowds of persons
hammered at the door for admittance,
all anxious to congratulate the new
champion. William Brady was dane
ing with delight from the moment the
decision was given that made him for
the second time the manager of
worlds heavyweight champion.
"Jeffries is a corker." said he, "and
there is not man on earth that can
beat him. He's a wonder and no mis-
take. Let them all come to him now;
none of them can class with him..
Billy Delaney, Jeffries' chief trainer,
was beside himself with delight. He
said:
L have again brought a champion
beater from California, and am nat
t-1l1
beaten fair and square. and although
he put up a game fight, my man had
his measure taken from the moment
they started the first round.
Jim DAILY and Jack Jeffries had very
little to say regarding their victory.
but their goodnatured faces were
wreathed in smiles and they looked
upon Jeffries as a veritable world
beaten
Jeffries himself was surrounded by a
host of friends, who congratulated him.
upon his well-won honor. In response
to several inquiries, the new champion
said:
jeff Talks of the Fight.
''Fitz fought good and game battle
and hit me harder than any man whom
l have been up against. He can whip
Sharkey in two rounds. / would gam
nothing by meeting Sharkey again, but
am willing TO meet any man in the
world in whom the public has cou-
fidence, and there need be no fear of
my quitting the ring for the stage. 1
will defend my title as champion at all
times and against all corners. At ho
time during tonights fight did 1 feel
any misgivings as to my ability to win.
l am satisfied that 1 have we'll earned
the right to be called champion by
beating Fitzsimmons, who was I'M
doubtedly the greatest fighter of the
age"
Jeffries and his party left for New
York at midnight, and will make the
Vanderbilt hotel their headquarters
Just as FitZsimmons reached lis
dressing room his wife, who was anx-
iously awaiting the outcome of the
fight, greeted the fallen champion af-
fectionately.
Keep up your spirits. Bob" she
said. You fought splendidly, and al
though you were beaten, you are still
the prince of fighters"
Martin Julian, FitZsimmons' man
ager, spoke encouragingly to the de-
feated pugilist, but the latter seemed
not to realize what was being said TO
him. His trainers and sparring part
ners laid the lanky pugilist on cot
and whispered words of encourage
ment in his ear.
Sympathy For Fitz.
Fitzsimmons had only partially re-
covered from the shock of defeat, and
occasionally murmured, How did 1
come to fight him?"
Mrs. Fitzsimmons and Mrs. Dan
Hickey bent over the PROSTATE man
and bathed his head and face. Clots
of blood had formed in the nostrils.
and the damaged nasal organ began
to be a source of worry to Mrs. Fitz-
simmons.
Il have nothing to say regarding tie
outcome of the fight" she said, but l
feel sure that Bob still has a host of
friends who will not forget his past
career in the ring
Mr.. Julian was down-hearted, but be
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