The Saint Paul globe., 1900-03-29

ne was going to do to the, other. The
men gave pretty exhibition of sparrine
during the first round. When they got
out Of their corners for the second round
they did not shake hands or smile. Each
was on his guard, watching the other
Suddenly, with the quickness of light
ming, one hit the other a blow on the
ribs that fairly shook the house. A
great red welt appeared where the blow
landed, and L was so interested in
watching 1t get redder and more angry
looking that did not see the other man
get knocked down. The poor fellow
was struck so hard that he simply slid
along the floor with sickening swish
The referee counted seven and the man
got up. He hit at--the air wildly
couple of times, and 1 guess he was
glad that the gong sounded. Some one
next to me said: 'Groggy, but game
Round three was like the second, only
the man who had my sympathy seemed
dazed, and after a few blows was
foored and counted out. I wanted to go
home, having seen enough, and was
disgusted with all men. 1 caught sight
of my friend and told him my feelings,
but he said the bout was tame, and that
I must wait for the main event.
Four more bouts took place, and all
of them were declared draws. So far
it had virtually been a bloodless even
ing. I thought we were going to be
spared that sight, and somehow was
disappointed. But it is time for the last
event. People around me were betting
on their favorite, but the odds were not
very great, as the men were supposed
to be very evenly matched wanted
to bet with the rest of them. but didn't
Two men behind me got into a dispute
about the respective merits of the box
ers, and [ was afraid for a while that
there would be fight not scheduled
The boxers were in their corners, and
when L saw the difference in the
physique of the men feared for the
boy Che was little more) 1 had Sc
lected as my favorite. He was tall
fair-haired. and his whole person SEEM
ed glowing with health and strength.
The other man was older, heavier set
and had an air of confidence that boded
i'll for his opponent He looked flight" !"
and that he meant to whip my man was
plain. But he didn't
The men spared in the first round
but in the second they said good-by to
science and went at each other hammer
and tongs. By the time the third round
was near a close both men were covered
with blood, for my boy had struck the
other on the nose and the blood flowed
freely. Ugh! He was struck again and
again, but I had stopped watching them.
The blood had been too much for me.
Ugh! What all the noise was about
didn't care. 1 heard the monotonous
three, four, five, six of the referee, and
only looked at the stage again when the
fatal "ten" had been counted
AS the man did not rise I knew that
my boy had won, but I was disgusted
with him. He smiled, talked, and shook
hands without thought Of the other
poor fellow, who looked as though he
could not decide what had happened to
him. How the people around me cheered
at times, Missed at others, objected when
the bouts had been declared draws
fully convinced me they knew more than
the referee.
My friend came toward me, and by
the contented look on his face L was
convinced that things had gone his way,
and that at my first (and lasD appear
ance at boxing match 1 had seen
great fight. -Editha-