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Show ide wrwi tiffin isvMKES KID DALY BOPEV ) 'What aa aleaaat looaeniag of tba dogg of to taera will ba wfcea at tba Collaetxm Thursday Barry Lewla' and Mlka SnlllYaa clamber through the ropea to glyg and take, biff and get biffed for tba ten ronnda that In Denver la an the law allows. And when the battle la orer and the money counted, it will be one of three things: Lewis on a pedestal from which he will be able to look down on anything tip to 142 pounds and dictate terms and arrangements, and this includes men like Joe Gans, Jimmy Gardner and Honey Mallody. Lewis saturated in the mire of defeat and placed where the world will say. j "Well, he neyer was much anyhow,1' and where all there will be ahead of j him will be toil br the day, week or month, or a fresh beginning perhaps as a preliminary pugilist, with the sports pouting to him and aaying. "That's i the four-flusher who once thought he to aid lire in a ring with Gans. ' ' May Ba a Draw. Or It may be that the men will rut. clash and parry through the combat and that the Hon. Reddiens Gallagher at the finish of the fray will say to the pair, "Bless you. my children. You naTe scrapped well and scrapped nobly, i Take one-half of the gross receipts, divide di-vide the mosey and go your way rejoicing." re-joicing." It has been freelv predicted that it will be a draw. Thousands say that Lewis in his encounter with Rube Smith proved he waa the party with the punch, and that with his five knuckles, loraaxm and biceps he will with a thud natenderly rock bald Michael to the Land o' Nod and make the universe agree that he certainly is the law with tne wallop, and that any who care not for the flavor of a beating had better keep off the Besterman grass. But don't get to talking this wav to any man who ever heard of the Harp that Once. Mike's father and mother were not of a race that wears wooden shoes. The Twin goes to mass every Punday, and if you try to convince a Donohue, a Kelly or a Doyle that any human being of Semitic stock could in a clash of fists beat any son of any Hibernian father, yon are hkely to get yourself very mueh disliked, aad whea an Irishman dislikes anyone the party of the eeeond part will sooner or later offer an apologV or be asking the druggist drug-gist for the best thing to take the black out of an eye. Should Be Good Fight. You don't have to take anyone's mere word for it that Mike and Barry will be up and get at each other from the drop of a hat. Take a ear aad alip out to the home of engine No. 12 one of these fine afternoons and you will find Sullivan getting ready. A couple of hundred connoisseurs arrived at this spot yesterday and watched the Twin do his work. Somebody must have been telling a funny story when Mike was incubating, for the man from Cambridge Cam-bridge has been a smiling and genially happy Caucasian from the moment the , stork asked Old Man 8allivan to sign the receipt. Mike yesterday was arrayed ar-rayed in tights of a maroon hue. He wore a gym shirt of bright red. His trunks were as green as three leaves of shamrock on the 17th of March, and the whole color scheme was held together to-gether by a girdle of baby blue. But he waa like an active bunch of Chinese crackers as aoon as he got down to work. After getting a fine line of jig and reel steps out of his system, sys-tem, 8ullv shouted. "Bring 'em onl " and Jack O'Keefe stepped to front and center. Jack is a man who could stick his left into the countenance of Rube Smith whenever the faney to do this plavful little thing came o'er him. All Jack could do yesterday of course he wasn't trying "awfully hard was to bang his glove into one of Mike 'a Three rounds with O'Keefe and Kid Daly was trotted out. Without any intention of doing anvthing of the kind, the Twin twice put Daly into Stagger-town, Stagger-town, and when Johnny Corbett hollered hol-lered "Time" at the termination of round three, Daly kept thrashing away at the empty air. He didn't know that Mike was ysrds away and waiting for another victim. The third boxer is the young fellow that came under the arch from Boston with Sullivan. His true name is Powers, Pow-ers, although in the books he is registered regis-tered under another name. The two thoroughly understand one another, and it is their business to fire away and try to avoid return. Tt was great to see them wade in. Mike is heavier and of more inches, but Powers doesn't mind little things like weight snd height, and just fights. Six rounds of this choice tuff was ripped off for the benefit of Mike's health and for the delectation of those gathered round. Lewis In Fine Form. Next to the skatorium on Champa street Lewis is going through his course. Harry is never content unless every day he pumps six or eight gallons of perspiration through the pores in his skin for this purpose. He is fresh, lithe snd young, and he is in love with the game. His grest smbition is to get to the tip top, get there soon, stick there awhile, keep the bank account fat, snd then retire to some nice corner, cor-ner, hang out his name in letters of gold and join the Merchants' association. associa-tion. He realizes that to do this he must work and work hard and work without pausing to look at the scenery. It is better than a sermon to see him at it. He slaps the punching bag, he skips the rope, he yanks the pulley machine, ma-chine, he knocks out sixteen ghosts, and then he lashes the mittens to his hands and gets as much fun out of his boxing with the men of his train as you and I do out of an evening hour with the youngster at home who will be 5 his next birthday, and isn't afraid to laugh aad laugh Pi'g. See Lewis and Sullivan getting keyed up for the little dispute they are to have next week, and then if you conclude con-clude that there isn't going to be disaster dis-aster when they meet, you're a man who believes Longfellow wrote through his hat when he put it in the book that life is real and that life is earnest. |