New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-03-16
Visits Conqueror's Camp
and Expresses Hope
That He'll Win.
MORAN AFFECTED BY
JIM'S GALLANTRX
Hints at Another Chance for
Roscommon Boy-Then
Goes to Work.
BY W. o. MCCLELLAN.

Professional puglism is not all box
Offices and cauliAower ears. 1t has
its little touches of chivalry or 1t could
not last. One Of these touches came
quite spontaneously at Frank Moran S
training quarters at Dial Hawkins s
roadhouse yesterday.
Moran had just finished his days
work and was about to leave for the
afternoon when the door of the dress
ing room was pushed open and tall
slender youth came in. He walked up
10 Moran and. clasping his right hand
laid his left sffectionately on Moran's
shoulder.
81 just dropped in to say God bless
you, Frank, and put more power INTO
your arms, my boy" said the visitor.
There was a little catch in Moran
voice as he tried TO answer. lie lifted
his left hand and placed il on the visi-
tors shoulder, for the latter was none
other than Jim Coffey, the Roscommon
idol. over whose twice Frustrated form
Moran had stepped into the position OF
logical contender for the heavyweight
championship.
Thank you, Jim. old man. returned
Moran. when he had recovered his com
posture. THAT IS mighty nice Of you.
Don't mention il. Frank said COT
few. with one Of his wistful smiles.
Il lust wanted TO let you know that ]
was with you and that ! bear you
no ill-will for showing yourself the bet
"And ! am very grateful, Jim" said
Moran. 81 never fought a Drawer man.
but il was time that | got some OF the
money. had tough time OF IT, You
know"
That's true" returned Coffey. 81
had no easy time of it myself. But ]
guess that ! got i'm the money before
YOU. Now that you are IN II | hope
YOU will stay there. Perhaps l may get
back myself
"If YOU would like to try again, Jim:
guess that We can arrange that, too
said Moran.
The wistfulness went out OF COfey
smile and he looked at Moran with boy
ish eagerness.
"That's kind Of you. Frank he said.
81 surely would like another chance.
They were a fine-looking pair OF attn
letes. those two Irish boys Cofcy, the
black Celt, with the delicate plnk-and-
white complexion. doomed up tai ana
lender before the stocky red lrishman.
with the light blue eyes and red mar
that comes from the cross OF Danish
blood. If there had not been curious
crowd about them they might have
Rugged each other.
II seemed only the other night that
Cofey had battered both OF Moran
ewes with all his strength and that
Moran, in return, had sent Cotey
crashing. with his face against the
floor. at Madison Square Garden. Jnti
that first battle with Moran 1t seemed
sure that CoAey would fall heir TO all
the glories OF John L. Sulhvan-yet
Cofev was shaking the same fist that
had shattered his life ambition and MS
boyish dreams!
il was not a perfunctory handshake'
nor a piece Of stagecraft. II was
demonstration that real lighting men
arc chivalrous whether they 20 forth 10
battle in sparse silk neglgee or over
dressed hardware.
With a parting tap on Moran's broad
shoulder Cofey and his wisttul smile
vanished through the doorway. Moran
was silent for time and there was
something like the suspicion OF moist
ure in his lght-blue fighting eyes.
what do YOU think OF that for real
Irish sentimontalism - he demanded.
Isn't he a great, fine boy And fight
or. too. That's the sort OF big hearted
ness that makes the game worth while.
He's real fighter and real man, that
Jim Cofey.'
Moran put in a lively afternoon. de
spite the rumor Of "spies in the camp.
This rumor got around when Benny