Omaha daily bee., 1909-03-07
. I'm no svrintsr. I'm a fishterl

was Gone. kilrain was me cleNeret
boxer and really ~outpointed the cham
pion. wskely kept urging John to fan
heavily on lake when they got 10
wrestling. Finally Sullivan in one OF the
falls fairly jumped on Kilrain and every
body but Jske's friends, who cried.
Foul! Foul"
The referee gave Sullivan g severe call
but refused to allow the most deliberate
foul l ever saw. Wakely turned to Null
doom with a laugh and said:
1s that the way you taught him to
wrestler
"Muldoon looked angry and told Wskely
that John wouldn't follow instructions.
Along about the middle Of the scrap sulli-
van became sick to his stomach. He had
been drinking all kinds OF stuff. but
chiefly q mixture OF whisky and tea. He
threw Il off while Kilrsin very kindly
stepped back. saying:
Give Il up. John. I'VE got you"
ON 20 the End.
"But sullivan quickly recovered and told
Jake to 90 on and fight As he advanced
John caught Kilrsin with a swinging blow
and Jake went to the grass, more to avoid
punishment and to tire out the big fellow
than from the force Of the blow. AS Sui
ivan returned to his corner Charley John
ston said to him:
Jaw, but you're a cagey fox. You
threw up the tea and kept down the
whisky
Everybody laughed at Johnston's sally.
For that matter Johnston kept the crowd
in good humnr with his cracks and taunts
which, he threw in the direction of Kill
rain and Mitchell. 1t became only a ques-
ton of endurance, and Sullivan, being the
stronger. seemed to stand the heat and
maultnR better than Kilrain, who soon
became weak and exhausted. When time
was called in the s~eventy-fifth round
Mitchell ran over to Sullivan's corner and
said:
John, we're willing 10 throw up the
sponge IL you will agree TO give Jake a
present
Johnston leaned over the ropes with
fire In his eyes and cried out:
Ne, not a cent? Let your man get up
and fighti' Sullivan always got the credit
OF this declaration, but it was Johnston
who said 1t and not the big fellow. Mike
Donovan, knowing Kilrain was all in,
threw up the sponge. and Fitzpatrick, the
referee. declared Sullivan the winner.
There was a wild cheer OF course and q
desperate rush for the trains on the side
tracks.
"In our train Charley Mitchell sat with
a couple of friends in deep gloom.
walked over and asked him for his opin.
ion Of the fight.
MItehelI's Opinion.
well, I'm very much disappointed, :
answers the English boxer slowly. 4
thought Kllrain was a better man. Nei.
Their of them was much TO brag about
I'm sorry 1 wasn't in the ring with Sulli
van today instead Of Jake. as I'm fully
confident 1 could have beaten John. He'i
gone back a whole lot since L met hin
in France and l think his day as a fighter
is passed Mitchell was dead right
for 1t should have been the big fellow
last fight, but he was always stuck or
himself and f~oolishly met Corbett, to re
tire a defeated man instead Of an invinci
BILE champion.
When we got back to New orleanI
the town was crazy over the fight. Sulli
van went to his boarding house, took 4
hot mustard bath and then ate aboui
three chickens and a lot of roast beef.
didn't count the number of bottles of all
he put away, but I'm sure there were a
least a dozen. His left eve was badly
swollen and under his right eye was
black strip of discolored flesh. Both hi
ears and hands were greatly puffed out
He was in great humor after his hare
days labor and talked about he could hav
whipped Kilrain In a punch. but that h
wanted TO punish him severely for csllinl
himself champion.
well, John and the bunch Of us starte,
out to drink up the town when we wer
tipped off that a sheriff from Mississippi
/ - 1000 l. lit -.
rants to arrest John and Jake. So John
ston quickly engaged one coach and an en-
aine and left the city in great haste
When we reached Nashville a band o
wiid-eyed, hungry cops boarded the trail
surrounded Sullivan and demanded hi
name. John said his name was Thomp
son, but that didn't go.
ally i'm a Dirty Cell.
You're Sullivan all right said the lead
ing officer. as he snapped a pair of hand
l cuffs on the swollen wrists. When job
, kicked at this eight revolvers were pointe
at him and he was dragged off the car
) Johnston and Il couple more Of us wer
I pinched and taken to a dirty, old jail file
4 with negroes and whites. They put Sulll
van in a cell filled with dirt and rats
II there tnytulnB tudt AtNs JoHn = SDd
it's a rat. Why. he beloved like a buI
when he saw the rodents swarming aroun
his foet.
! "weIl. after getting the best LAWYER I
E the town we were all taken TO court on
writ OF habeas corpus and Judge Allison
a very fair-minded man. discharged M
; sullivan's expenses, alone, for this littl
I side issue cost him 1850. We found tha
Governor Lowry OF Mississippi was wirin
a reward of 1900 for the capture OF sull
! van and Kilrsin all over the country. w
= rapidly made an escape to Chicago, wheI
1 left the big fellow whooping Il up wit
a bunch Of friends. and I came back I
good old New York town considerable
= broken up and tired out.
what One Man spent.
"whSn figured up my ten days ca
penses they ran up as follows: Railroa
d fares, round trip. and state rooms, V1
a hotel expenses. $S; extra meals. S37; win
liquors and beer. $685. cigars, $50; touch'
and tips. $3.50; new Panama hat, SIS; shirt
n collars. socks, etc, $3.50; Turkish bath
with extras. $40; incidentals, 81; suit
5 clothes. spoiled, $40; gave up for front RIM
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