The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1899-06-10
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END OF THE MILL.
The fate-like gong changed, and the
old fighter wobbled out to meet the
sturdy young Hercules who awaited
him. 1t was as courageous and gritty
as dash up to the firing line in battle,
but it was hopeless They were to-
gether. 1t was a splendid moment and
full of all that dramatic intensity that
characterizes a tragedy. Jeffries was
as fresh at the start There was a
moment of sparring and the giant arms
of the Californian shot through the air.
1t was left and right and over FitZ-
simmons, limp and unconscious, drop
ped 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 a new roar of ex-
cltement to welcome the victor. Julian,
Hickey, Kenney and Everhardt gather
ed up the PROSTATE man. He was still
in trance. They carried him to his
corner and 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.
Jeffries had the good wishes of his
clergyman father out at Los Angeles
This wire was placed in his hands as he
reached the ring:
Jim: We know you will win Keep
good spirits; be confident of our bless
ing.
FATHER MOTHER AND FAMILY
HOW BRADY TOOK IT.
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 low
= dc Of he,
mered at the door for admittance, all
anxious to congratulate the new cham
pion. William Brady was dancing with
delight from the moment the decision
was given that made him for the second
time manager of a worlds heavy
weight champion. "Jeffries is a corker,'
he said. land there is not a man on
earth that can beat him. He was
wonder, and no mistake. 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: Il have again brought a champion
beaten from California, and am, natural
ly, proud of it. Fitzsimmons was beaten
up a game fight, my man had his meas
ure taken from the moment they
shaped for the first round"
Jim Daily and Jack Jeffries had very
little to say regarding their victory, but
their good natured faces were wreathed
in smiles and they looked upon Jeffries
as a veritable world beaten.
JEFFRIES TALKS.
Jeffries himself was surrounded by
host of friends who congratulated him
upon his well won honor. In response
to several inquiries the new champion
said:
''Fitz fought a good and game battle
and hit me harder than any man whom
1 have been against. He can whip
Sharkey in two rounds. 1 would gain
nothing by meeting Sharkey again, but
am willing to meet any man in the
world in whom the public has confidence
and there need be no fear of my quit
ting the ring for the stage. 1 will defend
my title as champion at all times and
against all corners. AT no time during
tonight's fight did L feel any misgivings
to my ability TO win L am satisfied
that I have well earned the right to be
called champion by beating Fitz. who
undoubtedly was the greatest fighter of
the age"
Jeffries and hislparty left for New
York al midnight and will make the
Vanderbilt hotel their headquarters.
FITZ UNCONSCIOUS
Just as soon as Fitzsimmons reached
his dressing room his wife, who was
anxiOusly awaiting the outcome of the
fight, greeted the fallen champion af-
fectiOnately.
keep up your spirits, Bob" she said.
you fought splendidly, and although
you were beaten, you are still the prince
of fighters"
Martin Julian, Fitzsimmons' manager,
spoke encouragingly to the defeated
pugilist, but the latter seemed not to
realize what was being said to him.
His trainers and sparring partners laid
the lanky pugilist on cot and whisper
ed words of encouragement in his ear
Fitzsimmons had only partially re-
covered from the shock of defeat and
occasionally murmured: How did I
come to fight him p
Mrs Fitzsimmons and Mrs Dan
Hickey bent over the PROSTATE man
and bathed his head and face. C1ots of
blood had formed in the nostrils and
the damaged nasal organ began to be a