The evening world., 1904-01-28

lisipn. broke up the ~"k!ckers'" tea
party.
The beginning of Ryun's Finish
O'Brien's head was swinging as they
MT the head Of the stretch for the
fourth session, the entroe.
But Sir Thomas was keyed up to nine
hundre and ninety now and was in
every. miN-up with n rush and deter
mlnation that backed the Quakerite
away and sent him On u circle OF tho
ropes time n again.
Then came the NTH round.
ms session made II bunch OF ring
history that will live for many a day.
Roast was served for this course, and
walter thing. Fireworks, q couple of
volcanoes and several earthquakes
couldn't disturb the peace more than
aid these slim;limbed ,neot-footed pugs
finished to an even break. O'Brien sud
denly shifted his left jab to a right
hand uppercut.
Down Went Ryan for h Count
One Two! Three. Quick as a flash
his list stole through the guard of the
Westerner. The third time
Ryan's head rocted back with a fear
ful lurch,. his gloved fists graspod ~yainiv
at the air. his knees buclilcd under him
and down lie sank to the rosin-covercd
Crash!
The crash of his fall was drowned In
q mighty roar that rocked the long
raKlsh clubhouse. Madness vas run
nlnE riot now in the veins OF this mighty
mob that was on its feet to p man. Tie
thirst for blood leapcd In the cye OF
these twentieth century Romans: the
'cnll of the Wild was ringing I'm it's
peals ~ savagery through their brains,
Seven. eight, nine" the shrill count
OF the referee cut through tho smoke
laden air as his nrm rOs" and fell over
| tho nFnGfInfn Tnf,, "
gladiator.
"o'Brien wins. o'Brlcn wins"
But Ryan Wns There with His Head
Five thousand threats were sounding
the roar of victory for the new cham,
feet. ~"
The oar OF victory sank to a deep
thrCated groan.
OBricn was at him like a tiger.
His flying fists were swirling around
the champions head with vicious knire-
like cuts.
rTmt MIN out. lack, put him out.
Then something happened.
sir Thomas; cunning. crafty Tommy.
stalling, Tor time to gather mis- waning
strength, clinched and sid~e-stepped ana
backed and filed, and them
Rip! Crash!
0'BrIen Apparently out "cIean."
4 fearful left, straight into Mr.
O. Brien 3 intersection, a short, choppinR
right hook to the chin, and the pride
OF Quakertown, the New Champion.
dust. 49,
Tandemonium reigned.
% Brien looked TO he out clean" his
seconds were jumping around like crazy
mcn;. the mighty mob. with him to a
man but q moment before, were ALREADY
waking the welkin with cheers for the
champion.
SWISH a sponge cut through the air.
Il caught the fallen warrior fun in the
back of the neck. Technically he had
lost the battle, but the referee did not
seq the sponge and the cold dash OF
water brought tho Quaker man back to
life. and with the u of nine he
gVt his feet under him.
Friendly He'll to O'Brien's Rescue
He was glass eyed, w~eak-kneed, dou-
bled up with pain from that fearful left.
out almost to the last ounce.
Then the bell saved him,
n the rcast was taken Off the table.
1t was too hot anYway.
Cheese and crackers, with a taste of
Ice cream and a demitasse, wound up
The cheese vas very mild, the crack
ers a bit stale. the ice cream too starchy
and the coffee cold.
The chef had .overplayed himself In
the early part OF the game and
.%.'propped', himself when he hit the six.
Jack came out for the d won.
derfnily fun OF life and strength con.
his corner. and. try as he could. Rvnn
could not reach Il vital spot. ~
There vas a hot rally from both
camps at the very last which had the
served up the choice bit of the niGht in
the NTH session. e"' ="
1t was certainly the candy.