The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-09-26
KING WANTS GORE.
He Thirsts for the Blood of Nose La
Foutise OF Anaconda.

| Andy King, the Anaconda pugiltst, who
| is on his way home from the coast, is
/ said to be anxious to get fight with
Nose La Fontise, the other Anaconda pu-
| gilist. who is fighting Tonight at the
\ CoioradoE club In Denver. Friends of
King in the city assert that King has
been following La Fontise about to get
match with him, but has been unable to
bring him to time. They say that sew
eral weeks ago King had a meeting ar
ranged with La Fontise in Tacoma, but
the Frenchman failed to appear.
That King is making friends is shown
by the following item from the Pendle-
ton, Ore, Republican:
And it all occurred last Sunday morn
ing. The previous night Andy King Of
Montana and Jimmie Kelley of Portland
had met at the opera house in a glove
contest Amid the plaudits of the spec
tators, Kelley, who had come here to
wipe King off the face of the earth, was
himself like truth, crushed to earth
in the third round.
But this isn't all there is to it. The
sequel is just about as interesting. When
Kelley came up here from Portland he
was accompanied by his trainer, q man
named Doyle, who was reputed 10 be a
holy terror. Doyle Immediately put his
man into peculiar kind of training If
all reports are true. Instead of taking
health giving walks of a morning to the
| reservation and back, as King did, 7r Of
punching the bag or the head of his
trainer. Mr.. Doyle. Kelley took life cas-
Ter than that. He may have trained a lit
tie. but he and Doyle made pleasant little
calls nightly at places where soft drinks
and drinks that are not so soft are sold,
so rumor has It. OF course, everybody
knows how the fight turned out, 80 there
is no use going into details.
Last Sunday morning Kelley appeared
on the streets. His eyes We're swollen
and watery and he was literally down
in the mouth That is to say his lower
lip was so badly swollen from the little
taps King had landed upon 1t that it
was about twice the thickness of a 60
cent porterhouse steak. He had no kick
coming on King, who is pretty square
sort of a pugilist The original under
standing was that the winner of the
fight should get rs per cent. Of the gate
receipts and the loser the other 25 per
cent. Now it is said that King was very
fair and simply cut the amount into
halves. As about s1s4 is reported to nave
been taken in, Kelley didn't fare very
badly. He is not a professional prize
fighter, but a boilermaker.
early Sunday morning Doyle, who the
previous night had seemed wonderfully
anxious to have a go with King, sud
denly changed his mind. He saw the
Montana man who is so handy with his
dukes bearing down upon him with a
scrappy look in his eye. He didn't like
It and took to his heels. This deferred not
the determined King, who chased merrily
on his hot trail. Doyle ran into the city
hall and placed himself beneath the pro-
tecting aegis of Missouri John, the city
marshal.
whats 1t all about? said John,
CURLY.
~ demand protection replied Doyle.
Then Andy King exclaimed:
Why, this fellow has been around
baekcapping me; and, what's worse. he's
been making some mighty uncomplimen-
tary remarks about the people of PEN
dleton. They've used me all right and I'm
not going to hear them abused
Now you don't want any trouble; you
lust go to bed and take a nice little Sum-
day nap
king said he would, and he did. DOYLE
lost no time in getting on the train for
Portland.
"kelley said he knew young fellow in
Portland, who, though not a member of
the pugilists' guild, is pretty good at that
sort of thing. De declared that he in
tended to induce him to come up here and
meet King, for he thinks he might regis
ter a winner"