The Washington herald., 1910-07-04


the foundation by a whispered word
from Mosna Springs.
''Jeffries was drowned" That was 1t,
badly. An automobile came tearing in
over the black roads. a reporter jumped
out and raced for the telegraph office
with frenzy in his eye. He was even so
excited that he shouted 10 those who
could hear the fearful report from the
training quarters.
In less than fifteen minutes as many
automobiles were spotting the sage brush
with their lamps as they took bridges
and bumps like frightened jack rabbits
on the road 70 the Springs. When the
arrived they saw a sill
houette that looked Ike heroic statue
of Jupiter outlined against the yellow
window shade of the champions room.
How Had He Revived.
They dashed against Roger Cornell and
Bob Armstrong coming out OF the kitchen
door Breathlessly. they asked the de-
tails OF the revivifying of the unbeaten
champion. II seems that Jeffries had
gone off fishing in the Truckoe about
shutdown. so the trainers said. all alone.
He hit the river about a mile from camp
at his favorite pool, and had gone on
up. whipping the rushing torrent at
every likely place The sun had gone
down. and no Jeffries returning.
At S o'clock there was worry in the
camp. Jim Corbett. Choynski. and Sam
Berger were in town attending the din
ner given to the visiting newspaper uen
by the Nevada Editorial Association at
the Reno Commercial Club. There was
not one of the masters OF training to
help wripg hands and worry
Nine o'clock came and still no cham
pion. At $50 Farmer Burns was near
tears and he had burned UP the phone
wires TO Reno. Jim Corbett had just
finished a mOnolOgue at the club smoker
when the farmer got him on the wire
Corbett dashed out of the booth with a
grave look on his face and raced for the
street. A vigilant correspondent edged
next 10 him in the automobile and oul
they went over the hummocky Carson
City turnpike at forty-five miles an hour.
AS soon as Corbett, the master mind
arrived at the camp, search parties were
organized. Armstrong was sent up the
road toward the river with a lantern
Farmer Burns crossed the fields OF al
falfa 10 where the black line of willows
marked the distant course OF the stream.
COrbett Leads Searehers.
Corbett himself lit a cigar TO guide his
steps ard plunged into the hard scrabble
east Of the camp that rises TO meet the
ragged Washoe range.
''Jeff. Oh Jef. Corbett's wavering cry
through the night was echoed by the
treble screech Of Armstrong and the wall
of Farmer Burns as their divergent paths
led them farther and farther into the
wilderness. There was but one thing to
il. Jeffries could not have been kid
mapped so he must have drowned in his
anxiety TO land a particularly tempted
rainbow trout. Terror and the eontem-
pIation OF an awful tragedy logged the
footsteps of the dIsparing three.
They came struggling back TO the train
ing quarters a few minutes before II
O'Clock, and they found the champion
eating a late supper He said nothing,
but pointed 10 two creels full Of trout
Then he went 70 bed at IL O'Clock. and at
9:25 this morning Corbett rang up some
men in Reno and chortled de-
lightedly that 'Jenries was sleeping like
a new born babe still."
There's one feature of this battle OF
a century" winch must not be overlooked
in sll this hurly-burly OF twelfth hour
excitement This might be called the
dance Of the ciphers.
How the Ciphers Marshaied.
II Jeffries has trained himself down
from fat man to a mountain of dyna-
mic muscle, and If Johnson has drilled his
black body to a hairs fineness of per-
lection what about the little ciphers
which have been taught to hop and skip
from one column on the account books
TO another: to pop up from thousand
different corners and run into beautiful
alignment next TO a handsome figure
with a dollar sign to the left OF il. If
each little %" that figures in this en-
ga cement between a black man and a
white one, were a chorus girl in a grand
ballet, the stage Of the hippodrome would
not be big enough to accommodate the
fnale-the grand sweep In unison toward
the footi!ghts.
Just pause and take a look at how two
men-a former roustabout from Calves
ton and an alfalfa farmer OF Los An
geles County-have made the dollars
marshal themselves into long lines with
little comma marks dividing the hun
dreds from the thousands and the tens
OF thousands. Tariff tinkering, the high
cost Of living. what influence have these
factors on the financial operations OF
two stOne-hsted surviYals of the neO-
lithic age, because they will stand UP In
a padded ring and hammer one another
until one drops insensible. hundreds OF
thousands of dollars come out from bank
vaults and family stockings. Whirl about
in a mad frenzy, then go back into
other hands.
Purse and It's DiyIsibiIity.
To begin with, there Is the purse Of
$40, 200. the greatest prize that was ever
striven for by two pugilists. It is TO be
split 10 TO Is. The man who stands, while
Referee Richard lifts a counting finger
ten times over the one who falls. will
receive $3.50, the beaten one win have
to content himself with a paltry sum OF
81. go; but here's a sum that must be
added to this purse money right away.
When articles Of agreement were signed
between Jeffries and Johnson. a bonus
of $1,000 was given to each. by the pro-
motors. 1t is pretty generally understood
that each fighter promptly put this
money as a side bet on himself.
Consider, then, just what immediate
prize money will be Jeffries' II he should
win, and no prophecy Is attempted here:
First, there is that $75,7 80 of the purse
Add to that $4,000, representing his bonus
and his winning Of Johnson's bonus That
makes S95.75 actually in the sweaty
hands of the Los Angeles man at the Sec
ond that he sees his opponent counted
out.
But there Is Hicre to be piled up against
bag run OF ciphers 10 be
dumped TO the right-hand side of the
dollar mark.
Jeffries and Richard have Jointly sold
their rights in the moving picture enter
prise on the basis of two-thirds to one