Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 189 whom the performance had become adread­ ful bore, endured only through respect for the high society inwhich he was travelling, had now become wideawake, and atHarry's remark pricked up his ears and asked with much interest if they gave any one in the audience a chance to put on the gloves. Jim told him that there were probably three "stiffs" already engaged to go through the motions ofa knock-out, and Paddy remarked that it wasa pity, andsubsided for the time. When everything was arranged, the pails of water, sponges, and towels handy, and the gloves thrown into the middle of the ring, the manager introduced Mr. Richard Foley as thereferee ofthe bouts, ending his remarks with some very florid compliments to Mr. Foley's well-known fairness in such matters. What was oursurprise to discover in the gentlemanly referee the identical man we had first stopped on the street to inquire for "Dinny Sullivan, the copper." He wore the same short coat and plaid trousers, but had discarded the tall hat and the cigar, without whichhe lookedlonely. The mouse under his eye had also disappeared, the artist having succeeded in disguising its mournful hue by a skilful application of flesh paint. After the enthusiasm which greeted his