The Washington herald., 1921-07-03

out his left hand. paving fashion.
as the terrier must have paved at
the doll. Up went Carpenters del
icately-carved features. his chin
sharply outlined in the afternoon
light. Over went Dempsey's right
hand with a vicious chopping mo-
.tion.
Carpenters legs crumpled under
him as suddenly as IL someone had
taken q hammer and struck against
a thin marble shaft. He fell on
the floor. in a small white heap. the
tricolor OF France about his mid
die standing out like a bIotch of
blood.
Ertle, white-clad. agile. leaped
forward over the fallen boy and
began counting "One. two, three,
four. five, six" Dempsey. still
scowling, turned his back upon the
limp figure and walked away toward
his own corner. Seven" said EitIe.
his voice sounding above the bab-
BILE of 10000 voices. and to the
amazement of everyone, Carpenter
staggered 10 his feet. A murmur
Of admiration swept the great
NIFfC Oh
Thirty Acres" in Jersey City.
Dempsey, turning again. walked to-
ward Carpenter. his left hand ex-
tended, half crooked. his right. iron
Mike" pulled back. Carpenters
delicate, patrician-looking face. con-
trasting strangely with the dark
features of the champion. was
streaked with blood. Dempsey's
blows earlier in the fight had don.
this.
Again Dempsey's left shot out
once more CARPENTER raised his chin.
and the right came down with vi
cious force. Carpenter fell almost
in the dead center of the eighteen
foot ring. his body curved around
as gracefully as II he had posed.
his eyes half closed. This time he
! did not get up again until Ertle
had competed the count.
Once. in the second round, Car
pentier sent his famed right hand
swishing against Dempssy's jaw. and
every man Jack at the rinEside who
thought Dempsey would win. and
who had wagered money that way.
paled. and felt a sinking Of the dia-
phragm. This blow. which Is the
same blow that feIled the sturdy
Joe Beckett in England. must have
oizzied Dempsey, for an instant He
shook his head in a puzzled fashion,
and closed in. chopping at Carpen-
TIERS body with short blows. while
. those who had believed that Car
pentier would win went into a de-
lrtum of enthusiasm. 1t was =
good SOCK" as the profession calls
blow, delivered with Carpentier's
body behind il. For an instant n
rocked as though the most forIorr
hope that ever crawIed through IN.
ring ropes might carry through
The champion quickly shook on
the effect of the smash. hut from
that time on he quite obviously had
considerable respect for Carpen.
tiers right. II was the punch he
had been advised to avoid. and IL
Is all that has ever been said Of IL
FROM the opening round it was
hard to see how Carpenter. barring
the larding of such a punch. ccuIo
win. He was outweighed. He was
meeting a more rugged. and much
stronger man. In the clinches
Dempsey would gather up the finely
constructed white body of tn,
Frenchman and fling il around as
he pleased.
1t is the law of the prize ring
that a good, big man can always
beat a good. little man. Carpenter
Is good, little man. He has the
spirit of a giant, the spirit that
made him 4 fiier for France, tn,
reflection of the spirit that hovered
lover Eerdun.
I
did not think he would go over on.
round. They were badly mistaken
and freely admitted the mistake
afterwards. In :he second rounu
sport prophecy hung in the balance
After the second il was but a ques.
tion of time when IL would be fuI.
flled. Dempsey, chopping away Al
Carpenter inside. and cracking tn,
tip OF that fine jaw with long-rangs
blows, was wearing him down.
Carpenter came out of his corner
at the clang of the bell, which
started the fight, like a gamecock
shooting his left at the brown bod,
OF the champion the instant he got
in range. He fell as gamely. III,
fell like a soldier of France, bray,
to the end.
Over in his corner. his manager
Descamps, who found him as
stable boy and fathered and moth
cred him to a prominent place II
hstic history, and in the hearts @,
his countrymen. watched the fnis,
of the lad he loves with a strang,
expression on his face.
1t has been said that Descamp
is very excftable and apt to jun,
into ring at any moment and tr,
to win a fight on Q foul when h,
sees Carpenter being beaten, bu
he did not seem excited while tn,
tight was on today.
He has an almost MongolIan. cas-
of countenance. and Mongoliap stoi
cism was in his eyes as he watched
His lips moved. What he said, no
body knows. What was In his min,
and heart, nobody knows wnel
his Georges was down on. the moo
being counted out, Descamps' lip
were still moving. but acM IN. ),
were tears in his eyes that glistenet
in the sun.
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