The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1901-05-30

Williams was about to rush at hir,
''Time" was called.
Williams looks like a winner" said
a voice at Sally AIMS elbow.
She was surprised to find Pat Doo-
ris by her side. ~ saw yer at the
window" he exclaimed, "and came
up. What dye think of the fight"
"Oh, it's fine. / never seen one be.
fore"
They both looked out. The men
were in their corners, and by Martin
was his old mother, vigorously fan
ming him and whispering instructions
in his ear.
For a third time the men met.
Wasting no time in skirmishing, they
sprang at each other furiously. Blow
followed blow so rapidly that it was
impossible to count them. The crowd
was cheering wildly, with Martins
mother leading them on, shouting
words of encouragement to her boy,
urging him to ''hit him on the jaw,
Nick" "Give him one in the eye, lad"
Pound him, pound him"
At last Williams went down, bleed
ing from dozen cuts and half blind
ed. but he struggled desperately to
his feet and again closed with his op-
ponent. The men We're fighting so
furiouslv when "time" was called that
they had to be forcibly separated.
More than once during that round
Sally Ann had tried to turn away,
but fascinated by the struggling men
and the wildly cheering crowd, could
not. AS the round ended she stepped
back from the window with white
face and trembling hands.
"Whatever feller wins" said DOORS
grimly, hell make nice looking
husband for We, Sally Ann, with black
eyes an face all cut up. A hanson
husband he'll be. All the girls IL
wish they wuz you. Aw, yen have a
fine weddin'."
Aren't We goin' to fight, too? What
yer talllin' so for?" cried Sally Ann
Indignantly.
"Me goin' to fight? Not much.
'Spose I'd go and get me eye knocked
out and all thumped up and then ask
We to marry me? l amt no measly
Hun, I amt. Use got more sense
with touch of anger. "Ef you're
goin' to marry man what makes n
fool on hisself like that, 'taint no
fault er mine, yer"
A cheer from the crowd interrupted
him. The men were fighting again,
and as furiously as before. But their
efforts were wild and weak. Their
eyes were swollen and almost closed
by the heavy blows. They were wind
ed and their strength was waning.
but they fought on. Now Williams
was down, now Martin, and now they
hung to each other from sheer weak
ness and struck feebly. Martins
mother, like wild creature, ran up
and down shrieking at her son and
dashing cold water on him to wash
away the blood and strengthen him,
crying, Land On the jaw and put him
out" "Be careful, keep away"
"Oh, I can't stand this no longer"
exclaimed Sally Ann at last; "the
brutes are killing each other, an I'm
to blame. Oh, heaven save me! Take
me away from here, Pat, take me
away; I'm sick of it all. To think
they're fightin' for me, too. Oh. tell
'em to stop. won't have 'em, not if
there was no other man in the world
If they was the only ones. Take me
away, Pat"
"Thcre amt but one place 7 care to
take ye, Sally Ann, an if yer say so
yer can go right now. Better have
it all over with to onct. Will yez go?
It's to the priest"
Sally Ann looked at him searching
ly for moment, and said: "Yer
wouldn't fight for me, Pat, but can
like yer all the better, yer amt
brute"
AS they passed over the culm bank,
hand in hand, there was q wild cheer
behind them, and looking back they
saw the crowd breaking up, while
some of the men triumphantly carried
on their shoulders n bruised and
bleeding form. Who it was they could