Aristocratic Slugging In New York

The New York Athletic Club has over a thousand nieiiibers, a magnificent new house a famousHPresident in the stuttering joker, William R. Travers, and is altogether a powerful and fashionable organization. The fighting at the Athletic Club isusually in doves, but often in a regular riñe, under professional rules, with the most exciting results in bloodshed and bruises. In the public exhibitions the savage battles aro between professional prize-fighters hired for the purpose; but equally desperate and damaging encountersare held privately by members. Here is an instance that has not before been reported: Willie Ellingsworth has achieved distinction in amateur athletics. He has a tremendous physique, with notably long arms, and shoulders fairly humped by muscular development. His fist is like a ham, and his soul is swollen by the linnwll ambiUon ol kno'cking out any man who presumes to stand in sparring attitude before htm. His tactics before he strikes a blow are enough to frighten four men in five. He runs at his antagonist with a snort, stops suddenly when close to him, and then stamps wildly on the stage, while his face goes through a series of grimaces, before he beginsto get in his fine work. He is the pride of the New York Athletic Club, and yet the spectacle of seeing him licked is fondly anticipated as one to be memorable. An intimation that some one has been engaged to fight Willie will brine 1,000 men to the house any night. The volunteer this time was an outsider, Patrick Farley, and the spectators were carfully restricted to members, while especial care was taken to keep the press and pólice uninformed. A week prior Willie had thumped a sturdy young giant from a butchering establishment, leaving him insensible for twelve minutes after the conclusive blow under the jaw. It was thought, therefore, that Mr. Farley was taking a large risk. The gathering around the ring, waiting to see Willie lay another victim at his feet, regarded Farley with the same contemülative air that they inight have bestowed on a sickly boy who sets out to blow back a cyclone. A careful survey of him, however, disclosed the fact that he had what is known as a fighting mug. His face was square, heavy-jawed, low-browed and thoughtful, as he stood a veritable resurrection of Torn Hyer. His sluggish eyes rested stolidly on the enormous biceps and gnarled shoulders which Willie bared as he awaited his adversary's rush. It carne. Farley was knocked endwise against the ropes. But he recovtred, and took position again in the middle of the stage. Williestamped,snorted, and made another ol his headlong rushes. But something unusual occurred. It was connected with Farley's right duke, which struck like a trip-hammer on the club chanipion's neck and sent him spinning around like a top. Farley folio wed up his advantage, and slugged Willie with such continuity and accuracy that he was for a minute flustered. Buttheblood of the fighting Ellingsworths was hot brothers in the corner howled at him . in onevoice to stand still. Ke braced himself, stood Farley's blows as they came until he could get his own arms into position again, and for the next twenty minutes there was onè of the finest exhibitions of hard and fast fighting that the riñe has seen in New York for many a day. Willie won, but both men dripped with blood as they staggeied from the ring.