CHEYENNE. WYOMING, SUNDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 18.1892.
THEY MEET AGAIN.
Corbett and Sullivan Box Three
Tame Rounds in New York.
Sullivan Makes His Usual
Speech, Praising Corbett.
A Financial Panic Imminent in
London, England.
New York, Sept. 17.—A splendid
ovation was given John L. Sullivan in
Madison Square garden tonight. Nine
thousand men and about 300 women lent
themselves to the occasion and showered
wild applause when the ex champion
appeared in the ring to wind up his ben
efit with a bout with Jim Corbett, his
victorious opponent. The applause as
Sullivan’s burly form appeared was some
thing awful. Sullivan turned from right
to left and bowed his head. The cheering
grew wilder. Sullivan folded his arms
across his breast and turned his eyes
toward tbe roof to conceal the moisture
that dimmed them.
Then Corbett leaned over the ropes and,
hastening to the center of the ring, took
Sullivan’s bare hands in his gloved ones.
Quiet was restored and the ex champion
spoke briefly, heartily thanking the peo
ple for such a reception after his defeat.
He said be had nothing but praise for
Corbett, and if he would continue in tbe
right path he could hold the champion
ship as juany years as he (Sullivan) did.
He had no excuse to make for his defeat,
saving when a defeated man makes ex
cuses he makes the great mistake of hia
life.
Corbett also spoke a few words, saving
he would try to hold the championship as
lone as Sullivan did.
