Norwich bulletin., 1910-12-24
TALES GOlD
 AT THE BRING SIDE
THE REMoRsE OF MIR. DRiscoLL
By w. A. PheIon.

Jln DrIscoIl, middleweight was q formidable scrapper round the middle west some few years ago. He carried q khockout punch in either hand was HlilSelI almost armOr- plated when it came to taking waIlops, and he had the lhsenSate courage of bulldoge or an alligator. By rights the good old fight Ing name of DriScOlI did not belong, to III nun. nor to anybody that ever looked ike nm, Tor MT. Driscoll was a Swede,
 and his baptismal lnonacl1er was Billy Johnson.
 Driscoll never was a champion but 1 ne was a hard nut to crack, as Jack . OErien and George Gardner found when they wore out their hands on him. doing him no damage. and them selves receiving fearful punishment rom the few blows that DriscolI man.
 aged to put over. One of those sledge-
 hammer blows from DriscoIrs fist act
 dally Killed q middleWeight named Reininger, and many other men whom 1 Drlscou smote retired from the fight ing game to meditate over their bruises. Driscoll had no science, but he could surely hit and there have been but few who could walIop like him.
 One night in a bitterly cold F'ebru- ary long ago, DriscoII was matched to meet one Jack BeauschoIte. who after wards fought gallantly against Mar win Hart, Jack O'Brien and Mike Schreck. Both DriscOll and BeauS- cholte, at the time, were mere young sters and their bout was d prelimi- nary to a battle between two men of greater famei The windup, however. wasn't a marker to the fight between Driscou and BeauschoIte-whiIe it lasted. It didn't last long, for in the midst of a frantic mixup, the Swede with the Irish fighting name drove home a tremendous right upon the jaw. Beauscholte fell ta,s Q thud, and lay very still.
 As Driscoll was starting to unlace the gloves in the dressing room, old Harry Gilmore, always Q comedian, rushed in with horror and dismay upon his countenance and sinful trickery in his intentions.
 "Driscoll.' he shouted. run for your | life. Beauscholte is dead. That blow killed him deader than a door-nail.' With one wild squawll of dread and misery, Driscoll. chastely clad in nOth . ing but his fighting trunks, and with
 the gloves still on his hands, leaped from the dressing room, butted head long into the crowd which was massed behind the rear rows of seats, and plowed his way to the door. Then, still bowling in his cOntritiOn and hideous terror, DriscUu bolted naked into the February night. As this ap- parati0n, naked blOOdStained, waving a pair of soggy boxing gloves, canning hurtling forth, the policemen grouped
 
 fright and scattered like sheep. Dris. coll plunged on. and got as far as the corner. Then he turned and came marching back, stern determination in every feature.
 Get outa my way he bellowed at two policemen who strOve to seize him.
 "Ay yoost ban kill a, man in dar. But it cannot be my fault. It ban cop to de matchmaker dat fix cop das har
 fight.Ay ban gone fix dat faller blame soon,''
 He charged back through the door, and ran across the man he sought Lou Houseman, manager of the box ing-club. The berserk Scandihoovian immediately smote Houseman abhft the cupoIa and laid him low. Then he deposited the weight of his right glove on Harry Gilmore. Then he slugged a police inspector Onward he plowed leaving q wake of battered citizens, and. in the middle aisle, he came face to face with the man he thought he had murdered-Jack Beauscholte, in good health and very much alive DriscolI seized Beauschoite in a tight embrace.
 -'Yack, Yaclz.' he cried, Aye did not go for to kill you! Ay much ban wish you would live some more" BeauschOlte stroVe to break away. and Driscou. seeing that the form he held was flesh and blood, suddenly realized something. And the police books tell how it took eight patrolmen to subdue the righteously affronted MT. Driscoll, determined to get even with everybody in the place.
 l Copyrighted by J. L. Rabie.)