The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-15
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Not a Fighter.
CHAPTER I.

On a dark and dreary evening In the
year 1894 solitary horse car might have
been seen vending It's way in darkest
Maspeth. Pausing at a gloomy roadway,
It's solitary passenger alighted and strobe
In the direction of the Empire Athletic
club. AS he passed under the county
gaslight the determined face Of Stephen
O'Donnell, of Australia, came to view. II
cannot lose tonight" he muttered. 81
need the money"
The scene shifts. The gladiators face
each other in the padded ring, while
the white tense faces of the spectators
peer through the ropes. A terrific COM
bat was imminent. Peter Makers bald
head glistened in the glare of the electric
lights. Crash went the gong, and the
combatants sprang to the center. Bif!
Bang! Smash! Rip! Bang!
Those sounds were caused by Peter
Maher's trusty fists colliding with Steph-
en- O'DonnelPs anatomy. In one minute
<and a half Mr.. ODonnell was carried
limp to his corner. Mr.. Maher smiled
scOrnfully.
1T was this way" said Stephen
Peter didn't give me bloomin' chance
to begin fighting. I'll beat him the next
time We know
CHAPTER II.
It was a cold and dreary Christina
afternoon in the year 1896. The scene was
co!uest Coney Island, and the snow
gIleVQusIy hampered the ground. There
was frost IN the air, but the Coney Isl
and fighting club gazabos VOTED nor
Inc solitary figure of a supposed tighter
/ might have been seen climbing into the
T ring The same old bald-headed Peter
Maher also climbed into the ring, wherein
stephen trembled perceptibIy Johnny
Dunn also climbed into the ring, arrayed
IN IN evening dress, at p. M. Very bad
FORM, north Of Coney Island creek, but
Dunn claims au fait at the beach. Crash
went the gong. Peter sprang at Stephen
B1ng! Slash! Wallop! Stephen carried 10
MS corner in thirty-eight seconds. Peter
9 SIM safdonlGaIly and pocketed the $36
=. BIaWst me bloomin', heyes," said
Stephen, why doesn't he give me -
chaunce to get up me bloomin fins be-
the next tonne"
CHAPTER III.
Twas a dark and dreary evening. Last
evening is referred to. The scene was
darkest Broadway. The solitary figure OF
man slowly wendell its way toward We
ed in protest against the intended dark
deed. a sudden flash of lightning be-
t tray the identity Of the stranger. Ii
was as stephen I5.t51 Q,Donnen, late of Harvard
| stephen. At Coney Island there was {
lot of beastly snow. I was so cold. dom
we. know, I couldn't foight. This warn
rain is what l wanted"
Crash went the gong. Slap! Smash
Bump; Hammer Bang! Jam! Flop!
stephen was carried limp to his corner
IN one minute and forty EIGHT seconds
Bssa.I6d-headed Peter smiled ironically.
Ow did 1t 'appen, do yer say?" re-
peated Stephen as he slowly opened hi.
eyes We'll, it was this way, old chap
| He it me on me blooming smelIer aImos
before l got me blawsted ands up, an(
blow me if 1 could get me bIoomin
| breath. You cawn't fight when you
! cawn't breathe, ye know. I'll beat hin
the next tonne"
NOTE BY THE AUTHOR.
Stephen ODonnen, of Australia. an{
Peter Maher, of Ireland, met at the
Broadway Athletic club last night in {
boxing bout scheduled to go twenty-five
rounds. Maher knocked O'Donnell dowr
four times in quick succession in the fl! s.
round, and the referee stopped the bout
! and dragged O'Donnell to his corner
Time of round. 1;4S. It was the thirt
time Maher had put O'Donneu to sleep
the first occasion being at Maspeth If
1894, and the second time at Coney Isl
and, Christmas afternoon 1896 Las,
year the pair met at Philadelphia in 6
S1X-round bout and O'Donnell was on his
rect at the close through the kindness Oh
Maher.
The only fighting done at the cab last
night was by Austin Rice and Cole Wat.
son, who fought the preliminary bout al
this club week ago, and came on fol
had chance to turn the tables, but th<
New London boy showed he was the
master and practically knocked out his
man in the eleventh.