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Show The Wyoming Pug Was Out of His Class With tha Bfawny Utah Lad. EIT DUST IN THE FLTTH BOUND. A Lively Set-to in Which Wilson Is Banished Ban-ished by Hard Hitter Willian.8. Three hundred dollars worth of cheap fighting occurred in the old church, where the Golden Gate club sing holiness holi-ness to the Lord, last night. The pews, which have long been removed, were succeeded by a set of circus seats, upon which a couple of hundred dead game sports perched and waited, waited, waited for Ed Wilson of Wyoming and Jimmy Williams of Salt Lake to get action upon themselves. Prior to the meeting a tail gentleman with a gentle drooping to bis moustache acted as superintendent or class leader, or something of that sort, and conducted con-ducted the interesting services. Jim Davis aud Frank Lewis were the first to offer testimony. Davis is a small, chunky individual, who moves about like a colored man at a cake walk, while Lewis, who appeared in a section of a bathing suit, is a slender, wiry, bald-headed person. They belted one another until they were good aud tender and fit for table use, aud then gave way to Frank Fitzgerald and Joe Bureell. These two really made the prettiest tight of the night. Both are active and both (uite clever. One of them must have borrowed tho other's tobacco and failed to return it, for the blows they struck in their friendly bout were both loud and deep. Two sportive pilgrims with their cveiw-tlny elothes then came in nnd butted, pounded, gouged and spanked one another for a round or so to the delight of the spectators specta-tors who knew it was all in fun. And then the real fun began. That is, several minutes after then. A short, stout, earnest man named Leo was chosen as referee and the two un-knovv un-knovv us kept tUe clock and the religious exercises were declared on. They proed to be (piite iu keeping with the sanctity of the place. Wilson came dancing to the front with his small, terracotta gloves held well up, resplendent in black tights ami a red Hush of health. Williams, who appeared ap-peared tho lighter man wore ereeu tights. Both stripped iu fine form but Wilson's body seemed a trilletoo hcavv for his legs. 'He early evinced a wicked wick-ed desire to break things but he would keep his feet closo together. Williams fought easier and held himself well together. to-gether. . Just at lirtit the deep chest and heavy arms of his antagonist seemed to startle him but a cluneo at those legs brought him around. There was a flash as Wilson sent out about 28 pounds of cold fist at the other's body and a thuuder clap as Williams retaliated with a welt on the side which made a beautiful pink rosette on the person of the Wyoming man. Wilson looked surprised ami his surprise was turned to amazement when just at the close of the round Williams caught him with his feet bunched and scut him to the floor like meat. . This knock-down renewed Williams' confidence "and he went in to force the fighting. It was straightway eri- j dent, too. that Wilson's heart was gone. lie would much rather j have been up in Emigration canyon fishing than in that house of worship. They clenched and held together repeatedly, re-peatedly, Wilson invariably getting the worst of it on outside fighting. Williams Wil-liams sent Wilson down and the latter turned quitter right away. But he thought better of it and came up again. The third round made Williams a lio'i and Wilson a lamb. Knockdown followed knockdown, not particularly because of heavy hitting but because Wilson wanted to get away. He went on his knees at every opportunity and sunk gently to earth as a rose w'ithers inthesuu. He tried to stay in it, but was unable to reach Williams and seemed to be discouraged. Time was called in time to enable his seconds to get him away and talk scripture to bira and at the next call he went out again, but oh, his great heart was broken and terror dwelt with him. Williams poi ished his person with his gloves and otherwise glorified himself. The fifth was the last round Wilson saw. A good neck lick sent him to his knees and hands, and then with a sad look into the future, where there was no $300 purse, he careened like a mud-scow mud-scow in a mill-pond and gently quit the business. j Wilson's fight was a singular one. j mingling courage with a desire to get away. He was evidently scared from the start and went dowu at every opportunity. op-portunity. Still the memory of the purse seemed to revive him" and call him np to action again. He acted like a game coward. Williams was not scratched, and did not have to sweat hard to finish his man. Wilson deserves some credit for coming np so frequently when he knew hitaself there was nothing noth-ing in it for him. |