The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-12-20

I WAY OF .ClCSCu liN'A u'~SA'Ct>oS.
rho monptonous "Brenk away! Break
.,,way!n Of tho referee broke In upon the
quick, low patter Of rubber solcd shoes
tho dull thud OF the blows and the sharp
kissing breath of two tired men.
rho ninth round found both Of them
In fairly good condition. Montgomery's
.hcud was still singing from, tho blow
that he had IN tho corner, and ono Of MS
thumbs panied him acutely and seemed
to be dlslocated. Tho Master showed no
sign of Il touch, but his breathing was
the more labored, and a long Inc OF
ticks upon the referees paper showed
points. But ono Of this iron mans blows
was worth three of his and no knew
that without the gloves lie could not
have stood for three rounds against him.
All the amateur work that no had done
was tho merest tapping and Tapping
when compared to those frightful blows,
from arms toughened by the shovel and
tho crowhar.
1t was tho tsnth round. and tho fight
was huff over Tho betting was now only
3 TO 1, for the Wilson champion had held
his own much better than had been ex-
lccted. But those who knew the. ring
craft as we'll as tl,a staying power of
the old prize fighter knew that the odds
wern still long way in his fnvor
"Havc care of him = whispered Bar
ton. us he sent his man UP to the scratch.
."IIavo a care! He'll play thee a trick II
he can"
But Montgomery saw, or imagined hc
saw, that his antagonist was firing, lie
looked faded and listless, and his hands
dropped Il little from their position, Els
own youth and condition were beginning
TO tell. He sprang in and brought off
a fine left-hanled lead. The Masters
return lacked his usual fire. Again Mont
ror1ery led, and again he got home. Then
he tried his right upon the mark, and
the Master guarded It downwards.
TOO low! Too low a foul! a FOUL"
yelled thousand voices.
The referee rolled his sardonic eyes
slowly round. Seems to ME this buildln'
Is chockful of referees" said he.
The people laughed and nppluuded, but
their favorlwas as immaterial to him as
their anger.
thcatre!" he yelled.
Montgomery was very pleased with
himself His adversary was evidently IN
a bad way HE was pillng on his points
and establishing a lead. He might as
we'll make hay while the sun shone. Tho,
Master was looking all abroad. Mont
comery popped one upon his blue jowl
then the Master suddenly dropped both
hands and began rubbing his thigh. All!
that was 1t. was it? he had muscular
cramp.
"Go In! Go inr' cried Teddy Barton.
Montgomery sprang wildly forward and
the next instant was lying half sense
less, with his neck nearly broken. In the
middle Of the ring.
The whole round had been long con-
spiracy TO tempt him within reach OF
one OF those terrible right-hand upper
cuts for which the Master was famous.
For this the listless, weary bearing for
this the cramp in the thigh. When Mont
gomery had sprang in SO holly ne had
exposed himself to such blow as nelth-
er flesh nor blood could stand. WhiS-
zing up from below with u rigid arm,
which put the Masters eleven stone
Into its force, 1t struck him under the
law; he whirled half round and fell
helpless and half-paraiyZcd mass a
~ague groan and murmur, inafuculate,
too excited for words. rose from the
great audience. With open mouths ana
staring eyes they gazed at the twltching
and guirering figure.
stand back! Stand right backi' Shrek
ed the re fierce, for the Master was stand
ing over his man, ready to give him the
coup-de-grace as he rose. -
stand back. Craggs this Instant
Staplcton repeated.
The Master sank his hands sulkiy and
walked backward to tho rope with his
ferocious eyes fixed upon his fallen an
tngonist The u,nekcepcr called the sec
ends II ten OF them passed before
Montgomery rose 10 his feet the tlght
was ended. Ted Barton wrurs his hands
and danced about in an agony In his
corner.
AS IL in a dream--a terrible nightmare
the student could hear the voice OF the
timekeeper-threc- four--five--he got up
on his hnnd-six-sevcn--ro was on his
knee, sick, swimming, faint, but resolute
to rise. Eight-hc was up. and the Mas
ter was on him like q tiger, flashing saw
agely at him with both hands. FOLK
held their breath as they watched these
terrible blows, and anticipated the pill
full end--so much more p!titul where
game but helpless, man refuses 10 ac-
cept defeat.
strangely automatic Is the human BRAIN
Without volition, without effort, there
shot into the memory of this bewiidered,
staggering, half-stupetied man. the orc
thing which could have saved hlm-the
blind eye OF which the Masters son mad
spoken. II was the same as the other
to look at. but Montgomery remembered
that he had said that it was the lett. lie
reclcd to the left side. half fellcd by
drive which lit upon his shoulder. Tho
Master pivoted round upon his les ana
was at him in an instant.
"Yark him. lad! yarl HIM" screamed
thv woman.
Hold your tongue,' said the referee.
Montgomery slipped to the left again
and yet again: but the Master was too
quick and clever for him. He struck
round and got him full on the face as
| he tried once more TO break away Mont
gomery's knees weakened under him, and
he fell with a groan upon the floor. This
! Time he knew that he was done With
| bitter agony he realized, as he CROPPED
| blindly with his hands. that he could not
POSSIBLY raise himself, Far away and
| ,nuffled lie heard amid the murmurs Of
, the multitude. the fateful voice OF tho
tlmekeeper counting off the seconds
Observation-Disclosures
'TimeW said tho referee.
The pent-up passion OF the great as
sembly broke loose, Croxley gave q deep
groan OF disappointment. The Wilson's
were on their feet, yelling with dellght.
There was still chance for them. In
four more seconds their man would have
neen solemnly countcd out. But now
he had minute In which to recover.