Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-08-20
A SHORT ST TOR Y
By S. WALKEY.

winner to receive $4,000. the loser to
receive the remainder.
"You will remember that Arizona
Joe six months back beat the negro,
Black Sam, who had held the heavy
weight championship Of the world.
Since then Arizona Joe has been chal-
llenging all comers, but until recently
not a single man had the pluck to
stand up to him. Then ladies and gen.
ltlemen-then-Tom Smith of England,
said he would take the Yankee on
A roar Of applause sounded. {.
Tom Smith of England, was a dark
horse" continued the stout man. No
one had heard Of him. No one knew
who he was. His photo was never
published. But he proved his right to
fight Arizona Joe. AS you are aware,
the battle took place near Monte Car
10. All the best sportsmen Of Europe
and America were present. Thousands
of ladies were there, and that Is why
ask the ladies' here tonight not to be
alarmed, but to stay and watch Tom
Smith and Arizona Joe fight their great
fight for the championship Of the
world"
| A deafening roar from the audience,
a buzz Of excitement and then pictures
began to appear.
Crowd making toward the ring!"
announced the stout man in charge of
| the cinematograph. "Lifelike, isn't 1t,
ladies and gentlemen? A vast gather
ing, you observe. And now the ring it
self, Arizona Joe jumps the ropes!
There he stands. An ugly customer"
Fascinated against her will, Agnes
Keppel stared at the ungainly, brutal
looking gladiator who stood grinning
in the ring.
Arizona Joel" cried the stout man.
Now comes our champion! Ladies
and gentlemen, this is Tom Smith Of
England"
A tempest Of applause, and then
dead silence, except for the buzzing of
the little dynamo.
All eyes were upon the picture Of the
ring, and upon Tom Smith Of England
Ia towering, splendid giant-magnif.
Gently proportioned, and with smile
upon his face that did ones heart
good. He was arrayed like Arizona
Joe, in short drawers and white boots
lon his hands were light gloves, and
in that fleeting glance at him, as he
stood there, the champion Of England,
Agnes Keppel recognized her husband.
"The fight" cried the stout man.
White to the lips, Agnes sat like
figure cut in stone. staring-staring.
The men had fallen into position.
Tom Smith led lightly with his left;
Arizona Joe countered and tried body
blow, and in an instant the English
man got his right home with terrific
effect. Any other fighter but Arizona
Joe would have gone down. The Yam
kee had held his man too cheaply; and
the first round ended in favor Of
Smith.
Agnes saw a second pass a sponge
over her husbands face. while another
flapped a towel. Presently he was
facing the Yankee for the next round.
Arizona Joe was more cautious
more than once he got in dangerous
body blow, and then Tom Smith be-
came wary, and q beautiful uppercut
spoiled the Yankees game and Jared
him badly. The round was all In favor
Of the Englishman; but in the next
Arizona Joe sent Tom Smith down
heavily, and he was only up again In
the nick Of time.
Men in the hall were bursting into
excited shouts and wild ordinations
Some one had cried:
"Oh, Lord! It's our parson! Give
him a cheer, boys. It's our parson!'
The cinematograph went on with the
pictures.
| Like two living gladiators, Tom
Smith of England, and Arizona Joe
fought round after round. Agnes be-
gan to think that it was all dreadful
dream-that this man-this Tom Smith
was a double Of her husband.
And somehow, in a flash, strange
exultation seized her. All her heart
went out to Tom Smith Of England.
She watched each round with breath
LESS excitement, and when Tom went
down a second time under the terrific
blows of his antagonist, she felt her.
self praying that he would rise in time
and not be counted out.
She gave little cry Of JOY when she
saw him again on his feet.
Last round, ladies and gentlemen.
Arizona Joe was smiling in ghast-
ly way. Agnes Keppel hated him as
Il he went in with confidence, to finish
Tom Smith of England. There had
been more than one hurricane round,
but this beat the lot The Yankee was
serving the .Englishman as he had
served the. negro when he wrested the
championship of the world from Black
Sam. Surely flesh and blood could not
stand such punishment. And then
!, and then-came that magnificent up
percut of Tom Smith of England-so
sudden, so terrific, that Arizona Joe,
} knocked out as cleanly as could be, lay
like OedO IIldll ny tic ioPSo, Si'oiA'
pion of the world no longer.
A yell of triumph rang through the
hall, and there was a cry. Mrs. KEEP
pei had fallen forward in a swoon.
A little later she found herself In
/ Sir Joseph Molloy's carriage, and when
it stopped by her door she was suf-
fciently recovered to be able to enter
unassisted.
The gas was burning in the passage
and the fragrance of excellent tobacco
, came from the snug study.
Softly she pushed back the half-open
l door and entered.
And there sat Tom Smith of Eng
land. Not her husband, as he had left
her, but a CHEEKY giant with a swollen
5 face, and his head swathed in band
1 ages. He rose from his chair and
l caught her in his arms.
= Jack" she whispered. "Oh, Jack.
how could you? Why did you do it?'
. He pointed to a draft for s50,000 that