The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1912-03-08
hoped aboard a RATHER picked out

hoped aboard RATHER 1 picked out.
At quarter to s a mysterious per-
Sonage sneaked in to tell us that IN
five minutes a fellow would show up
with lighted lantern. The bout
hadn't been abandoned, but would
the torchbearer showed, and we 81
lent1y followed him out into the lots.
I never knew what our pilots idea
of distance was, but when he said
near at hand on that battle-ground
stuff he was way off. Through five
miles of underbrush. swarnpiand,
woods, stonestrewns lots and huckleE
berry patches we followed that bob
bling, SWINGING light. Those of ns
who fell on the way were left to die
or struggle upon the feet again as
best we could.
to Ssh, ssh!' We were near the
place. The lantern was put out
and we were told to sneak across the
lawn one by one. 1t was big place,
! could see that even in the dark.
When DRAGGED myself across the
burglar any second. However, we
all got in 1t was sure a big place,
and deserted except for us fight bugs
II was called the famous old Gilman
mansion" but what it was famous for
I don't know.
Downstairs we pushed our way. A
ring formed by tieing rope from
one upright to another, with few
grains of Sawdust, was surrounded
by about so Bridgeport FANS We
started to bet right away. Brolley.
who had been driven over in a hack,
arrived in the meantime. He was a
warm favorite over our-sun-baked
champ" who had walked five miles
across the toughest roads outside of
the Rockies
the ,,nrsA r. ht awav JEFF was offered
$25, held out for $40, and finally
compromised at $35 for a fight to a
rfnf h. While they were talking,
a fellow tapped me on the shoulder
and told me one of the two kerosene
lamps was leaking on my new straw
lid. He was right.
The to hoTers s ripped right away
and hostilities commenced. Brolley
smashed Jeff on the chin He stuck
a few in his ribs. He swung on his
stomach. He pounded Jeff's hack In
clinche7 he rubbed his head around on
Jeff's sore face. Our champion look
ed mighty bad, and when the first
round was over it was Brolley by a
mile.
to come back. In the third. he had
eveiied matters, and in the fourth, he
was literally slashing Brolley into
strips.
When Brolley came up for the fifth
both his eyes were closed, he was
bleeding at the nose and mouth, and
all JEFF he'd to do was to sad OF ard
pepper him. After minute of this
slaughter, the referee stopped the
bout and Brolley was carried out of
the ring. We collected. Jeff col
.ected and we started home, patting
our charonior on the rsck and aeree-
ing it was a fine evening after all.
The next morning a friend of mine
dropped in to say hello. and drawing
me aside whispered: II don't know
whether you were in on it or not, but
left Doherty fought a fellow near
Bridgeport yesterday and beat him up
so badly he's dying in the Bridge
port hospital I think his name is
Brolley. / understand they have the
names of everyone there and they're
going to pinch 'em all !"
knew in that moment how a GRIM
inal feels when he's tumb'ed to the
fact the jig is up. I smiled as con-
fdeDtly as a fellow can who sees a
few months in Jail staring him in the
face. Ten minutes later friend