The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1908-01-23
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"I'm still in Omaha. Telegraph me
when you're coming and I'll be on
hand"
In 1895 Warson, then at the head of
the company he had started to work
for as boy, was going West when he
decided to get of at Omaha and whip
Cryder. He wired from Kansas City.
Cryder met him at the station in a
carriage, took him home, and the
following afternoon they fought in
BACKYARD.
Cryder won, but 1t took him six
rounds, and both men we're badly
beaten up.
"whew," said Cryder when Warson
recovered from the knockout blow
"You ought to give me time to train.
I'm getting fat"
Maybe then I'll be able to lick
you," said warson.
warson visited Cryder for several
days and persuaded him to 20 with
him into the Yellowstone, where they
had week of Sightseeing.
This was the last they saw of each
other until recently. Ten years had
passed-and 1t seemed as If Warson
never would get the chance to keep
his word. Cryder had rented a cottage
at Long Beach, CAL, for the winter,
and was staying there with his fami-
ly. he was walking up the beach
when he saw familiar figure on the
board walk. He advanced and
greeted the man-who was Warson.
"Just out for few weeks" said
warson. "You're looking we'll, Cry
der"
"In perfect condition, old man
And you"
"Never better. Think I'll whip you
this time"
"Not yet" laughed Cryder. "I'm
just getting good. The sea air hal
made me 10 years younger"
warson stopped at the Cryder cot
tage for several days. For obvious
reasons neither mentioned to Mrs
Cryder that they we're going to fgh,
to settle their old grudge. They
waited one morning until Mrs Crvdel
walked downtown to do the shopping
taking little Harlan, the baby, with
her then they went into the bach
yard, stripped for battle.
The yard is of sand, deep and loose
and it is fenced In with high red
wood fence, but the fence did not pre-
vent those who rushed from neighbor'
ing cottages from seeing one of the
grandest fights in history. The two
/ men, both getting plump and prosper
GUS looking, but each still athletic
fought until they tore the sand into
. great hollows, until their BLOOD
sprinkled 1t. At intervals one would
. cry out, "Time," and they would rest
. for moment, and go at 1t again
, with bare knuckles.
For Is rounds they fought-round'
of varying lengths, as they were
forced to guess at the length of time
ella psed. Finally in the fifteenth
Cryder caught stiff left.hand blow ol
the jaw. 1t staggered him, and hi
clinched, Warson threw him of ant
swung his right. Cryder, weak ant
. dizzy, parried, and swung desperately
The blow lifted Warson from hi
= feet and dropped him in the sand.
In an instant he was up and rushed
, Cryder, still dizzy, covered his jaw
with one shoulder and hung on. HI
str aight left failed to drop Warson
who kept driving in blow after blow
but falling to land on the vital spot
4 Slowly Cryder was forced into th'
A angel of the fence. he tried to es
a cape, his foot slipped in the sand, hi
a arms spread bit to prevent fall
!. and, like a fash, Warson shot hi
!. right to the Jaw, and Cryder wen
down like log.
Mrs. Cryder, returning at that In
t slant. saw the blow and screamed
She stood as If petrifed watching
= Warson working over her husband
Then she ran in. What she said 4
Warson was sufficient, but suddenl
he looked up and she saw tears in hi
. eyes. Just then Cryder's eyes opened
He sat up in the sand, spat out som
blood, and said, dizzily: "Well, War
n | sou old how vou did. IL ar laat an