Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 201 he could ;keeping away as much as possible, and growing more and more groggy under the shower of blows that were rained onhim. Time was nearly up when, after a break away, Paddy steppedback, gathered himself, rushed in, and swung his huge right hand with all the strength of his powerful body. It was a half hook, andit landed on Mr. John­ son's jaw, and he went down like a felled tree, falling with stiff knees, and striking nothing until his face reached the floorwith a thud. He made no effort to rise, and Paddy was sowild that, hadI not called to him, I think he would have gone into John­ son's corner for a fresh antagonist among his handlers. Johnson lay on the floor while the ten seconds were ticked off, and then Mr. Foley stepped to the footlights, and, announc­ ing that Mr. O'Malley had won the bout, handed him the fifty-dollar bill. Paddy hesitated amoment, forhe had not thought once of the money; then he drew from his hip pocket an old-fashioned leather folding wallet, much worn and discolored, and with a chuckle put the big bill safely away. The audience had risen as one man to cheer Paddy when the decision was given, and now the tumult broke out again, and he was forced to bow his acknowledgments from over the footlights. Even this was not