The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-06-10
The Champion,s WorI..

The Champions Work.
Fitzsimmons was aggressive in the third.
ne was bleeding, but fighting viciously.
fltzslmmons made his best showing in
the NTH. He began the round with a
puhch that opened Jeffries left eye and
sent little torrent OF blood coursiug down
mis- cheek. He forced Jeffries against the
ropes but the Californian slipped away
from him.
Fltzsimmons was the aggressor in the
sixth, and that, too was mis- round He
tried all Of his tricks with left and right
put was unable to place them right
The seventh might be said to have been
F1tzsimmons', but he did no particular
damage with his punches.
Ihe eighth saw the beginning of the
END, Tor F1tzsimmons never regained his
balance after that round Jeffries began
the round with a straight left on the
race that again brought the blood out
OF MS opponents mouth. The Cornishman
staggered against the ropes but came
back for another facer. There was fear
in Fitzsimmons' corner, and Julian yelled
TO t1tzsimmons to be careful Fitzsim-
mons planted one of HIS lefts on Jeffries
Jaw and Jared him as the round closed.
The Fallen Idol.
Fitzsimmons looked like beaten man.
The ninth was all Jeffries' He sent the
Australians head back with a series of
let's, put his right on to the body and
avoided any serious punishment
Inc tenth was in reality where the
fight ended. Jeffries rushed his opponent
and downed him with left swing. Fitz-
simmons seemed out. and there vas
moment of the widest excitement. Julian
ran along the side OF the ring side and
sprinkled wafer on his fallen idol.
n
mons staggered to his feet, only to go
down again. He was up and again. and
Jeffries poised himself for the finish He
shot his left to the body and tried for
the head with his right. He was calm and
collected, but the time was too short
Again did the gong come TO the aid of the
man who was then going staggering and
daZed to certain defeat.
There was frantic effort to revive the
champion of champions, but he was clear
ly gone, and his seconds could not restore
him.
Rung Out the Old, Ring in the New.
The fate-iike 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 it was
hopeless. They were together. 1t was
splendid moment and full of all that dra-
matte intensity that characterizes a
tragedy. Jeffries was as fresh as at the
start. There was a moment of sparring,
and the giant arms of the Californian
shot through the air. 1t was the left and
the right, and over. Fitzsimmons, limp
and unconscious, dropped to the floor.
Jeffries stepped back fer-~ 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 heralded
another, but nobody heard them. The
crowd was on its feet how.ing. There
was a rush for the ring, but scores of
blue coats barred the way. Ten seconds
are short and when the tenth had come
there was a new roar of excitement to well
come the victor.
They Gathered Him Up.
Julian, Hickey, Kenney and Everhardt
gathered up the PROSTATE man. He was
still in a trance. They carried him to
his corner and a little blood oozed from
his month 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, VINO
hustled him from the ring and into his
dressing room.
Jeffries had the good wishes of his
clergyman father out at Los Angeles, Cal.
This was placed in his hand as he reached
the ring:
Jim: We know you will win Keep
good spirits; be confident of our blessing.
Father, Mother and Family"