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808 FITZSIMMONS
AND JIM CORBETT.
A Mighty Battle For the World’s
Championship.==Fitz Wins In
Fourteenth Round.
Under a clear sky and in a val
ley five thousand feet above the sea,
encircled by snowcapped mountains
which glistened in the bright sun
light, making a picture such as was
never seen before on an occasion of
the kind, James J Corbett went
down to defeat today before Rob
ert Fitzsimmons, who became
champion heavy weight pugilist of
the world.
It was a great contest, but not
withstanding the cheers for the
victor, the majority of those who
witnessed the fight could n<»t but
feel a sens'* of disappointment at
the result, believing as they did
that victory was taken from Cor
bett at a moment when he seemed
sure of gaining it himself.
The contest was accompanied by
the usual delays which attend such
affairs, due largely to a wait for
the hour when the sunlight would
be the brightest so that the new e
lectrical device, the
which was located at the ringside,
would bo able to obtain the best
results in taking an actual living
the fight. For two hours
before the men entered the ring
the crowds gathered in the arena, a
temporary structure of vast dimen
sions, having the canvas covered
ring in the center with row after
row of plain boards rising from
each side and with no covering but
the clear blue sky above.
It was a moment after the noon
hour when the principalsand their
seconds appeared and both were
greeted with great cheers. George
Siler, the referee, arranged the few
preliminary matters in a short
time, and about 12; 10 the battle
commenced.
Little was accomplished by either
of the men in the first rcund, but
in the next few rounds Corbett had
every advantage Inthefiftn round
he punished Fitzsimmons severely,
battering him on the face and body
until the blood streamed from his
face, and he finally sank, to his
knees to avoid further punishment.
But the Australian rallied and
fought a game battle for nearly
eight rounds more, though there
were several occasions during that
time when Corbett seemed to have
had him going. He did land a
number of blows on Corbett, and
they were hard, too, but they seem
ed to have little effect on him.
At the opening of the fourteenth
and last round Corbett looked the
winner. Though somewhat tired,
he was still strong and displayed
“science and continued to pound the
Australian and keep up the flow of
the stream of blood. And then
came the final blow and the end.
The blow which ended the fight was
a left-hand punch, delivered just
below the heart. It was all the
more effective for the reason that
Corbett was leaning backward when
it came. It caught him on the
tensely drawn muscles just over the
spleen, and must have caused the
most intense agony. Corbett wis
more unconscious from pain than
from the force of the blow. Ashe
lay writhing and groveling on the
floor his face presented the most
ghastly appearance imaginable.
No man in a last death struggle
could have horrified she spectators
more, and his agonizing cries of
pain could be heard above the cluers
for the victor. And then followed
the wildest scene of the day, when
he arose to his feet and with all
the strength he had left rushed at
his opponent and tried to continue
the contest. Those nearest the
ring jumped over the ropes in spite
of the efforts of the police to pre
vent them, and in a moment the
entire inclosure was filled with a
howling, shouting mob, and the
noise and confusion was so great
that the referee was hardly able to
announce his decision awarding the
battle to Fitzsimmons.
In the midst of it all, Corbett,
who had been forced to his corner
by his friends, rushed at Fitzsim
mons time, but this time,
instead of attempting to renew
the fight, he implored his victor to
give him another chance and to ac
cept a challenge from him. This
was refused and warm words fol
lowed.
Fitzsimmons was borne away
with all the glory of his new won
victory, and Corbett left to return
to his home in San Francisco, car
rying with him the despair of de
feat.
Corbett’s dressing room after the
battle was a dismal spot for visi
tors. Helped to his room by his
brothers, Harry and Joe, the de
feated champion sank into a chair
and burst into tears.
“I can lick him ; I know I can !”
he said. “I don’t knowhow I hap
pened to let him get in that heart
blow. I felt as though I should die
the first few moments after I went
down on my knees. I had a chance
to put Fitzsimmons out once when
I got him on his knee, but I want
ed to let him rest a bit and put
him out on a blow. That’s
where I made my mistake. But I
hope for another opportbnity to got
at him, and next time I won’t lose.
I would not care so much if it were
not for my friends. They have lost
thousands of dollars on that blow.
No, I don’t know just what I shall
do now. I don’t know when I will
leave Carson. But if I could get
one more crack at Fitzsimmons, I
would stay here the remainder of
my life.”
Meanwhile the trainers were
working with their man. His pal
lid face and nervous twitchings of
his limbs gave rise to the fear that
he had been seriously injured, but
gradually the nerve and strength
came back to hip, but with it came
mental agony, which he made no
attempt to conceal.
Billy Woods, dazed at the unex
pected calamity, cried silently in u
dark corner, while White, Delaney
and McVey, with drawn faces and
set jaws, sponged and rubbed the
fallen champion into fair condi
tion.
“It was a chance blow,” said
White- “Just what is likely to oc
cur in any fight. We have nothing
to regret except that the blow land
ed. The man’s condition was all
right.”
Neither Delaney nor McVey
would discuss the defeat. The ex
champious’s brothers remained
with him until his carriage arrived,
vainly attempting to give some sort
of cheer.
“Oh, it's no use, boys,” Jim re
plied to their encouragement “it’s
all over now, and I have al
lowed Fitzsimmons to hit me a rap
under which I was counted out. It
was an awful blow. I thought it
had killed me,” and the big pugil
ist leaned his head on White’s shoul
der and sobbed aloud.
Time and again he started to his
feet with the awowed intention
that he would find Fitzsimmons
and whip him on the street, but
each time his knees gave way be
neath him and he sank back into
his seat, white and breathless. As
his strength returned and the bit-
■ terness of defeat forced itself upon
1 him, his appearance pitiful. The
• hopelessness of regaining his lost
■ prestige made his talk almost child-
ish, and his supporters were re
lieved to get him away from the
arena.
It was a half hour after the end
of the battle before Corbett could
be induced to enter the carriage
for the drive to his hotel. His fide
braced him up to s >me extent and
he was more cheerful when he
reached his room.
When a person is losing flesh
and wasting away there is cause
for alarm. Nothing so worries a
physician. CosumptiAes would
never die if they could regain
their usual weighs. In fact there
would be no consumption if there
was no wasting of the system. The
cause of this loss of flesh is a fail
ure to properly digest the food
eaten. Nine-tenths of all our di
seases date back to seme derange
ment of the stomach.
The Shakers Digestive Cordial
will stop this wasting of the body.
It acts by causing the food we eat
to be digested so as to do good, for
undigested food does more harm
than good. The Cordial contains
food already digested and is a di
gester of foods as w T ell.
Every mother hates to make her
children take Castor Oil. Laxol is
sweet Castor Oil.
TALLEST OF WOMANKIND,
Nine Feet High and Wears Forty
Yards of Cloth in a Dress,
Miss Ella Ewing is described as
beautiful, amiable and wonders ul
ly affectionate, which is fortunate,
as she is nine feet in height. Thus,
at least, is she described by her
managers, who contribute these ad
ditional details concerning her
life, says the New York Times.
She is a farmer’s daughter, from
Gorin, Mo. Her parents are com
paratively rich, and that is also
fortunate for the girl. She is but
a slip of twenty-four years: forty
yards of cloth are required for a
single dress, and one of her gloves,
says the press agent of the circus,
uses up an entire goat skin.
When her parents sent her to
the neighborhood school it was
necessary to have a desk and chair
made especially for her. Her com
panions at school idolized her, and
they deemed it g-eatfun to be seiz
ed by the waist and lifted eight
feet from the ground for a resound
ing kiss.
At home she is said to beadmir
ed for her stature, and loved for
her maidenly modesty. Soon,
however, the community in which
she was reared will have to content
itself without her for she has sign
ed a contract to become one of the
attractions of the circus. Her
father is rich, and she does not
need to work, but the salary offer
ed was irresistable. She will ap
pear day and night.
It is said that she is the tallest
human being that ever lived—tal
ler even than Chang the Chinese
giant, who, when he was in this
country, used to be nine feet in
height, but his height is now given
by experts as eight feet two inches
At all events she is the tallest wo
man, for therejhave been only two
other giantesess that could com
pare with her, and they fell behind
her in stature by some inches.
NEWS OF CENTRE.
Annual Election of City Officials
Takes Place. River At the
Danger Line.
Centre’ March 17. —The elec
tion for city officers here last Mon
day was very close and spirited, C.
C. Appleton defeating R. P. Brind
ley for mayor by six majority. J.
W. Whorton, Joe McElrath, C. P.
Ward, J. L. Savage and G. P
Smith were elected aidermen.
The brick store of Ward Bros, is
progressing nicely, considering the
rainy weather. When completed
it will be quite an ornament to the
town. Two other brick buildings
will go up in the burnt district
soon as the spring weather opens.
The river is now at the danger
line, but has quit rising. Some
wheat and oats are overflowed.
Hood’s Pills are easy to take,
easy to operate. Cure indigestion,
i billiousness. 25c.
WESLEY’S
ROMANCE.
The Sad Love Af=
fair Os The Great
Preacher.
It was at the house of governor
Oglethrope in the early days of
Georgia, says a writer in the Bos
ton Herald.
In the evening Sophia Canston
was there, and the general had her
sing for them some old love songs
of Englaod and Scotland, and
snatches from the operas of Lon
don. She danced, too, and recited)
and completely overwhelmed the
pious youth with her beauty and
accomplishments.
That night, under the palmetto
trees near the governor’s house,
with the dark eyed, hansdome girl
beside him, and with herentrance
ing voice in his ears, with the Cy
press w’ine and Grimaldi’s decoc
tion hot in his blood ; John Wesley
became aware that he loved her.
The revelation was a shock to
him, for he had been preaching cel
ibacy since he was small boy. He
had felt himself w’edded to the
church, to his great faith and mis
sion in life. The strife of spirit
threw him into a fever.
Miss Canston did the only thing
that a young lady in her state of
mind could do. She nursed him,
and he allowed her to. This cir
cumstance was sufficient proof to
their friends that marriage was cer
tain. If proof was needed, he
raved of her in his delirum. Miss
Canston brought her aunt to hear
him, and between them they fan
cied him quite decided to marry
Sophia. He asked her many times
if she would or could marry him.
“and if he should indeed marry
her.” He w r ent through with the
marriage ceremony of the Church
of England, for the benefit of im
aginary couples who stood at his
bedside.
After his recovery Wesley’s
friends came to congratulate him
on his engagement. But ever since
his miraculous rescue from fire in
his childhood he had been con
vinced that he had been singled
out by his Maker for some special
purpose, and now he was prostrat
ing himself before an earthly idol
and forgetting his mission.
Alarmed for his soul, he rushed
to the bishop and gthe Moravian
missionaries for advice. They had
the same hard, unrelenting con
victionsjwhich tormented Wesley
and they advised him to give up
his idol and turn to his God. Wes
ley knew not what to do. He wan
dered in the forests praying aloud
for light to walk before God. He
knelt under the blooming grape
vines and shielded by the long
gray mess from any living eye
sought wisdom and comfort,
That night he asked advice a
second time of the elder.
“We have considered your case,’
said the bishop. “Will you abide
by our decision?”
“I will abide your decision.”
Then the bishop said, “We ad
vise you to proceed no futher in
this matter.”
“So be it!” said Wesley, and
that was the end.
Poor Sophia was heartbroken,
Her relatives were incensed and
compelled her to marry a Mr. Wil
liamson, though she begged Wes
ley to intercede in her behalf-
Even after she was married she
wrote to Wesley and cast pitiful
glances at him until in his desp
eration one day he forbade her to
attend holy communion . He ex
plained this afterward on technica,
grounds, but the tide had turned
and the people of Georgia were
against him. A charge of slander
was i nstituted, but the assailants
knowing that they had small
chance of success, delayed the trial
from week to week until life in
Georgia became unbearble. He
made arrangements to leave the
colony. But even in this tie
Canstons thwarted him. Ho was
forbidden to leave the province.
He never went out that Sophia
did not pass and repass him sever
al times, and often she was known
to look in upon him when he was
at prayer in his own house,
During all these trials he con
tinued to conduct his parish as
usual, although he was a sort of
prisoner at large. At 6 o’clock
one evening the little flock gather
ed in the church for prayers. Wes
ley led as usual. Delamotto was
there with the friends who still re
mained loyal. After the service
Wesley was seen to return to his
home. But the faithful Delamot
to had planned an escape from
this slow* torture. Three faithful
friends led the young clerical
through the darkness to the pier.
There an Indian skiff bore him
down the river. A sailing vessel
was in waiting, and soon Wesley
w’as leaving the land of his love
forever.
An Enterprising Reporter.
From the Detroit Free Press.
“After we had hauled my stuff
for forty miles with mule teams,”
said the colonel byway of intro
duction, “I got my little plant in
shape and started a newspaper in
one of the mushroom towns that
promised to be a frontier metropo
lis.
“But the fickle jade never did
take much of a shine to me. Far
ther down the valley a rival vil
lage sprang up that attracted about
all except our solid citizenship,
and took away my most prolific
source of news. Intense bitter
ness between the two towns assert
ed itself and I was getting decided
ly the worst of it from a business
point of view.
“I was making the most of scant
materia’ at my desk one night
when in walked a tough looking
giant who wanted a job.
“I hain’t much on th’ write, cun
nel,’ he admitted, ‘but when it
comes to stirrin, things up an’ mak
in’ sure that there’s plenty a news
ter do busness with, I’m a hull team
“He went to work, and there
was a sensation the next day when
it became known that Big Tim was
on my staff. The revival of local
activity was astounding. A big
empty house was fired three times
the first night Tim was on duty and
the extra business done by the sa
loons helped us out with throe
first class shooting scrapes. Be
fore these sensations wero stale
some one shot through my sanct
um window, perforating a bullet
as big as a bird’s egg in the ceil
ing. You never saw any one more
excited than Tim seemed to bo
over that sffair.
“This dastardly attempt at as
sasinating was a bonanza; with a
posse scouring the country for the
offender, stock in our town began
to look up. Some sharp who ap
peareb to be a friend to Tim swoop
ed down on the place and opened a
big game. We had reports of at
least two prize fights in a week
that my tireless assistant had come
off in some retired spot, and the
sports from our rival down the val
ley came trooping back to get the
benefit of such action. Tender
feet were held up, and occasional
burglary varied the excitement
and my papers went off like free
tickets to a horse race.
“One night there wag a woman
thrown in the creek and Tim res
cued her. But he had no sooner
made his report than he calmly
told me he must skip. He had
been the incendiary, the shooter,
the footpad, the fakir, and the
man who had thrown the woman
in the creek. But he had been
seen in this act of newspaper en
terprize, and he headed for the
hills just ten minutes in advance
of the sheriff. He wastn’t taken
alive. The town and the paper
collapsed together. But I’ll al
ways maintain that Big Tim was a
lulu.”
If You Wish to purify your blood
you should take a medicine which
cures blood diseases. No other
medicine has such a record of cures
as Hood’s Sarsaparilla.
IN THE PERSIAN GULF.
Phenomena Which, to the Un
traveled, Appear Incredible.
From the Boston Transcript.
In his recent address as presi
dent of the British Institution of
Electrical Engineer, Sir Henry
Mance said it was in connection
with the cable to India, byway of
the Persian gulf, that his associa
tion with submarine telegraph com
menced. In the Persian gulf one
occasionally witnessee natural
phenomena which to the untravel
ed might appear incredible. In
the midst of the mountains near
Mussendom ho had seen during a
thunderstorm such displays of
lightning as baffled description.
He had, at certain seasons of the
year observed the water in the
bay—which was largo enough to
hold all the fleets of tho world —
present exactly the appearance of
blood. Not many miles from
Mussendom ho had witnessed mys
terious fire circles flitting over tho
surface of the sea at a speed of 100
miles an hour, a phenomenon
which no one had yet been able to
explain. While steaming along
the coast of Beloochistan he had
been called from his cabin -at
night to observe the more common
phenomenon of a milky soa, the
water for miles around being sing
ulary white and luminous. In tho
same locality the sea was, for short
periods, as if putrid, the fish being
desroyed in myriads, so that, to
prevent a pestilence, measures had
to bo taken to bury those cast up
on the beach. This phenomenon
was doubtless due to the outbreak
of a submarine volcano and tho
liberation of sulphuretted hydrog
en. In these waters jellyfish were
as large as footballs, and sea snakes
of bailliant hue were mot with in
great numbers. On one occasion
a swarm of sea snakes forced their
way up oiio of the crooks in Karr
chi harbor, apparently for the pur
pose of having a battle royal, for
the ground between high and low
waters mark was thickly covered
with their bodies, in positions
which betokened a deadly strug
gle-
Children Cry for
Pitcher’s Castoria.
Bones in a Silver Vein.
If the find of a Colorado silver
miner, made half a dozen years ago,
be taken into account, there is but
little doubt that tho human race
existed on his continent as long
ago as the time when the silver
veins were in process of formation,
In the Rocky Point mine, in Gill
man, 400 feet below the surface a
number of human bones were
found imbedded in the silverbear
ing ore. When taken out over SIOO
worth of silver still clung to the
bones. An arrowhead, made of
tempered copper and four inches
long, was also found with the re
mains.
Old People.
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bowels, adding strength and giving
tone to the organs, thereby aiding
Nature in the performance of the
functions. Electric Bitters is an
excellent appetizer and aids diges
tion. Old people find it just what
they need. Price fifty cents per
bottle at H. H. Arrrington’s.
A Connecticut legislator has won
fame by declaring, in a recent
speech, that “eagles get their teeth
into everything they can lay their
hands on.” He should be sent to
the Kansas legislature immediate
ly.— Americus Herald.
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