The Press., 1901-12-19
nose and mouth and parrying an occa- cfouaJ h1nvv aimed hv him

both fists flying. and head down, like a bull. l had some difficulty here in parrying his blows and avoiding his at tempts to close. but finally by quick movement got his head "in chancery'' that Is. under and between the left arm and side.
 By this time l had begun to get enough exercise and rather wished my self we'll out of the business. thought if I gave my stout adversary a black eye or two he would be willing to uuitl 50 while I had his head in viselike grip I hit him q couple of smart clips with half closed hand between thd eyes, At the sslme time, with trip of his feet. I flung him away from me sprawling on the ground.
 Instead Of having enough he was uu again in n second. and saw that ! had got to fight in sure earnest or get whipped, and that pretty soon.
 Steadying myself. sent my left hand to his face and gave him the fifth lesson" or as heavy blow as N could strike with my right, full on his left ribs. we'll to the front. As he dou- bled up and turned a trifie let him have the left again with full force. Ita landed on his right jaw just under the3 ear. This did the business, and hes went to the ground, knocked out.
 The victory I had won was that of pure skill accompanied by fairly good courage and muscle against ignorancet with twice as much strength and an equal courage.
 An angry snari came from the crowd that had come out from the village when they found their champion de- feated and unable to renew the fight. and one of the biggest among them yelled:
 Let's do the swells up!"
 At this juncture the broad shoulders and chest of the tutor put in an ap- pearance to restore discipline. At the same moment my late antagonist Tom Cushing was his name--recovered from the slight daze which the blow under the ear had caused. and. hearing the talk of the villagers. he hopped up like poked lion.
 Look here, you fellows" he said to his companions ''if can't lick young Searle here'-my own name-''I can whip any one or two of you chaps, and the first one who puts a hand on him will have to settle with me- l brought this fight on myself and got licked on the square, and served me right, be- cause I didn't know how to fight, and he did,"
 At this manly talk walked up and cordially shook hands with Cushing He responded as warmly and said. with a rueful look at my hand:
 Rather a small fist to knock out a big lubber like me-"
 "No lubber at all," said. "You only lack little science. Come out to the gymnasium next week and take a les Son or two. All you want is practice"
 At this entente cordiale u,e crowo chea-ed, and all hands parted good friends.
 Cushing came out to the place, as had invited him to do, and we showed him how to put up his hands, to such effect that when got back home in the spring I found him on prerry nearly even terms with the tutor, in everything the gymnasium afforded, including fenc- Ing and general athletics as we'll as box ing.
 He was an orphan with scarcely a relative in the world. His mother had died in his infancy, and some five years later his father, who had been a man of wealth and social standing in the city, died, broken in fortune by unfOr- tunata- stock k-transactions.-----
 And so the boy had grown up to the oQ ~v11 formed enough, but ignorant of every thing except the rudiments of schooling and the contents of half a dozen books or so, the remnants of his fathers once fine library.
 had taken an immense liking for Cushing, and he had fvr me, as boys often do after row. His situation in life, contrasting with my own, appeal ed to me, and, being rather favorite of my father. especially after the fight, of which he had heard, easily per- suaded him to take an interest in the premises. He had known Cushing's father slightly and that his business career, though disastrous, had been an honorable one.
 It was slated, therefore, that my fla ther was to advance the necessary money for young Cushing on his fu- ture and that he was to come over to our place and be fitted for college with the rest of us.
 But a better scheme yet soon pre- sented itself. We had some influence with the congressman of our district, and there was vacancy at West Point to be filled by him. The honor able member had already selected a politicians son for the position, but my father intimated to the congress man that if he wanted to be quite sure of his reelection he would do we'll to appoint our man.
 This was sufficient. Cushing got the appointment and was literally called from the blow that season to prepare for the service of his country. Coached by oar tutor for few weeks, he made such headway that there was no trou- ble about passing his examination at the Military academy when the time came. His physical requisites were simply perfect. and he went in with flying colors and is now a gallant off, cer in the army.
 And. far from feeling the qualms of conscience which afflicted me some what at the time of it. am disposed to look with complacency on what may be termed virtuous prizefight, to the advantage of all concerned, but taking place at a season when peace should reign supreme.
 As for Cushing, he has always de clared that the thrashing I gave him on the afternoon of that Christmas eve was the most valuable Christmas pres ent he has ever received SAVED HIS LIFE.-''I wish to say that I feel l owe my life to Kodol Dyspepsia Cure,,, writes H. c. Chrestenson of Hay. field, Minn. "For three years I was eao &IauA