The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-08-18

If you want one bit of comfort, listen. If he rushes me all the time, he may tire; he may slip. I shall be there if he does, doing all I can to win. What I fear is hopeless fight.
 "HoWLETT."
 The hour had come; ''the fight was on. Up to the twelfth round Deffries made no bull-like rushing with heavy strides, nor fierce onslaughts with his long, mighty arms. Walking smilingly about, he yet forced Hewlett by sheer weight all over, all around the ring-of- ten into a corner, whence Hewlett escaped with slight injuries, if any. Yet he was kept going all the time, no rest, no halt.
 Spectators having high priced seats looked bored. Some who had sneaked in cried Fake once. Most of the vast audience, however, felt that the tame ness up to now meant fierceness later and patiently waited.
 Good judges began to see Deffries' deep laid plan rise to the surface. To tire Howlett's legs by keeping him for ever on the move, in constant dread Of a sudden rush and resistless swings. True, there had been hitting, lots of it, especially by Hewlett, as expected, but it was non-effeetive on both sides as re- gards the ultimate result. Hewlett be- gan to look anxious. He was tiring, tiring fast of late. He. knew the ava lanche might descend now at any mo- ment; it must come soon Deffries with gleam of merrinent in his eyes. looked as fresh and vigorous as at first. a Lazily, as heretofore, Deffries lounged out to the scratch for the round. Arrived he found Hewlett wait ing for him. Crouching like tiger, with a great leap, Deffries crashed into Hewlett and feiled him by the mere impact of the bodies. Hewlett quickly rose, tried hit or two, but was forced to actually run to eyade the impetuous rush and heavy blows which through out the round Deffries made and deliv- cred without an instant's pause. When the bell rang, Howfett exhausted and wan-looking, gladly sought his corner, Deffries, like a lion at bay, reluctantly left for his.
 The next three rounds were like. ever Deffries chasing Hewlett, not always fruitIessly. Many shrewd blow land- ed on head or body, but Howlett's mar velous skill protected yet the vital points. Several times Hewlett went down hard from long left jabs or short swing rights. Deffries was magnifi- cent. His activity. his cleyerness, his air of invulnerability carried every one's admiration by storm. His blows, filled overfIowing with power, were yet delivered with cool assurance which showed that anger had net been sum moned to assist ability. He was tiring little, but he was winning Winners are neve. tired" Hewlett looked ex- hausted His eyes wore hunted look, his legs trembled not with fear, but with the strain put upon them when he gamely tried to stay it out with his huge opponent. .#9
 Therefore, when Deffries came out for the sixteenth round, nodding assurance to his seconds eager urgings, all knew here was to be the end. As Hewlett slowly came to meet him his pitiable condition excited the sympathy of many on the other side while his Saxon grit, his manly facing of the in evitable end awaiting him, raised a cheer from hundreds. Deffries, his teeth flashing, gave him an approving, kindly smile. Many turned away as he again began his rushes. Hewlett, grown much slower, could not escape. Down he goes from a right on the body, He takes no time in getting up. An other rush instantly follows. He is ldown again from left at head, right on body. his ttiirrie=sfie takes fuii count. Ten. He's up, makes an attempt to fight back the tide of instant defeat 1 approaching. "A right long swing aimed for the neck misses, lands on shoulder He is down again. He lies quietly waiting for Eight" hopelessly beaten He knows, the next fierce mix up will be 1 the last. But to his credit greatly he is going to keep trying Five rings out "Six!' Deffries stands there quietly calmly waiting for Howlett to rise once more. Just once. ''Seven!n He takes a long full breath and begins to crouch and stiffen like panther Eightr