River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1914-04-09


had been deliberately made no heavier
On Glendon's part there were times
and times when slip-of error of
Judgment could have exposed him to
one Of his antagonists sledge hammer
blows and lost him the fight
Yet his was that almost miraculous
power of accurate timing and dis
tancing, and his confidence was not
shaken by the several close shaves he
experienced.
He had never lost a fight. never
been knocked down. and he had al
ways been so thoroughly the master
Of the man he faced, that such posi-
bility was unthinkable.
At the end of the fifteenth round
both men were in good condition.
though Powers was breathing a trifle
heavily and there were men in the
ringside seats offering odds that he
would "blow up"
1t was just before the gong for the
sixteenth round struck that Stubener,
leaning over GlendOn from behind in
his corner, whispered
''Are you going to get him now?"
Glendon. with back toss of his
head, shook it and laughed mockingly
up into his managers anxious face.
With the stroke Of the gong for the
sixteenth round Glendon was surprised
to see Powers cut loose.
From the first second it was lorna
do of fighting, and Glendon was hard
put to escape serious damage. He
blocked, clinched. ducked. sidestepped.
ropes and was met by fresh rushes
when he surged out to center.
Several times Powers left inviting
openings, but GlendOn refused to loose
the lightning bolt of blow that would
drop his man.
He was reserving that blow for two
rounds later. Not in the whole fight
had he ever exerted his full strength
nor struck with the force that was in
him.
For two minutes, without the slight
est letup. Powers went at him hammer
and tongs.
In another minute the round would
be over and the betting syndicate
hard hit.
But that minute was not to be. They
had just come together in the center
of the ring 1t was as ordinary a
clinch as any in the fight, save that
Powers was struggling and roughing
it every instant.
Glendon whipped his left over in a
crisp but easy jolt to the side of the
face 1t was like any of score of
similar jolts he had already delivered
in the course of the fight.
To his amazement he felt Powers go
limp in his arms and begin sinking to
the floor on sagging, spraddling legs
that refused to bear his weight.
He struck the floor with a thump,
rolled half over on his side and lay
with closed eyes and motionless. The
referee, bending above him, was shout
ing the count
At the cry of "Niner' Powers quiv-
cred as if making vain effort to rise.
''Ten-and out!'' cried the referee.
He caught Glendons hand and rails
ed it aloft to the roaring audience IN
token that he was the winner.
For the first time in the ring Glen
don was dazed. 1t had not been a
knockout blow. He could stake his
life on that
1t had not been to the jaw, but to
the side of the face, and he knew it
had gone there and nowhere else. Yet
the man was out. had been counted
out, and he had faxed it beautifully.
That final thump on the floor had been
convincing masterpiece.
To the audience it was individually a
Knockout, and the moving picture ma
chimes would perpetuate the lie. The
editor had called the turn, after all,
and a crooked turn it was.
Glendon shot a swift glance through
the ropes to the face Of Maud Sangster.
She was looking straight at him, but
her eyes were black and hard, and
there was neither recognition nor ex-
preston in them.
Even as he looked she turned away
anconcernedly and said something to
the man beside her.
Powers seconds were carrying him
to his corner, seeming limp wreck
of man.
Glendon's seconds were advancing
upon him to congratulate him and to
remove his gloves.
But Stubener was ahead of them.
His face was beaming as he caught
Glendon's right glove in both his
hands and cried:
Good boy, Pat! ] knew you'd
do it,
Glendon pulled his glove away. And
for the first time in the years they
had been together his manager heard