Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 191 tomer, hisblack hair clippedclose enough to reveal a number ofwhite scars, his face pock­ marked, his shoulders stooping, andhe was at least ten pounds lighter than Johnson, with much less height and reach. He looked sheepish enough to prepare us for the "lie down " that was to follow, and seemed pleased that his chair gave him the opportunity to turn his back to the spectators. After the very labored introductions by Mr. Foley, in which a slight allusion was made to theirprevious records, the men took their corners, and at the callof "time" they shook hands and got to business. Now, I shall have hardly aword to say concerning this bout, for there was a much more stir­ ring one to follow. It was evidentfrom the beginning, althoughJohnson was the better man, and couldhave wonanyway, that Costi- gan was not sent to do his best. He wasan old war-horse, performed his part well, kept up themill until the middle of the third round, and then ata comparatively light blow went down. He pretended to make a desperate effort to rise while the ten seconds were counted, then picked himself up, and Johnson was declared the winner. After Costigan disappeared there was a long wait, thehouse growingmore and more impatient. At last the manager appeared