Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 December 1874 — How Senator Chandler Squared Accounts With Senator Conkling. [ARTICLE]

How Senator Chandler Squared Accounts With Senator Conkling.

Zach. Chandler’s neat hobby is his skill as a pugilist. Roscoe Conkling. in also a great boxer. He, has a private gymnasium in his residence at Washington, where after dinner he invites such of his friends as we gymnastically inclined for a friendly little bout with the gloves. Conkling is a very good amateur boxer, and as he is a very large, powerful man he generallv has it his own way with the guests who are bold enough to put the gloves on with him. For some time it was an open dispute between Chandler and Conkling which was the better boxer of the two. Chandler would, after every dinner party of which he was a member, calmly assert that he could lick any man of his weighty in the United States. One day last win-' ter with Conkling, and the latter itfggjgled the great war Senator into the private gymnasium. The gloves were donned, apd the two doughty champions began to make graceful Senatorial passes toward one another according to the most approved rules of the P. R. The bout, however, was of very short duration. Chandler suddenlyreceived a blow between the eyes, which caused the huge Senatorial form to go over backward; his trusty legs failed him, and then he sat down so hard that tears came out of his eyes. It took four men l© get the war Senator upon his legs, but he threw up the sponge at once, without any further effort to punish Conkling. The only remark he was heard to make was: “Very strange;” and “ I’ll fix him yet!” Conkling and Chandler were much to gether in a social way, and it was not long after the above occurrence when Chandler received another invitation to come up to his house and spread his legs under Conklin’s social board. Chandler sent back word that he regretted very much bis inability to be present, but that he had a guest at his house, a valued constituent from Michigan, and he could not leave him. Conkling sent back word: “Bring your friend along.” With this form of invitation Chandler consented to come up. He brought his friend with him, and introduced him as Mr. Howard, of Detroit, Mich. Howard was a sad-eyed man of diffident manners, who contented himself with paying a very close attention to the themes ot the bill of fare rather than to join in the general conversation of the dinner-table. Conkling was in a great glee during the dinner. He told over and over again the story of Chandler’s discomfiture-as a boxer, and never seemed to tire of asking him what he thought about his ability to lick any man in the United States. Chandler took all these remarks in an absent-minded way, as if suddenly he had become lifted above any such petty ambition of considering himself a fine athlete. After dinner Conkling led his guests into the gymnasium for a general smoke and chat. “ Come,’-’ said he, pleasantly, to Chandler, “ don’t you want another bout with the gloves?” and then Conkling laughed again in his most cheerful, turkey-gob-bler style, as he put on a pair of gloves. “No, I don’t want to box,”, saicTChandler, “ but perhaps my friend here would consent to amuse you.” Turning to Mr. Howard, Chandler remarked: “You box, do you not?” Mr. Hbward still looked sad-eyed and absent-minded. He did once know something about it, but it was such a long time ago. “ Come, come,” said conkling, “let us have a friendly bout. I won’t hurt you.” Evidently the great New York Senator was pining to knock some one down. The sad-eyed Mr. Howard, evidently flattered at the prospect of being knocked down by so distinguished a man, began.slowly to put on a pair of gloves. As he was drawing on the gloves Chandler was observed to walk down a little to the backSound. A contented look was on bis _ ce, and every now and then he would "raise his huge right foot up under his swaying voluminous coat-tail and give himself a congratulatory kick, expressive of rapture. , - *]' The sad-eyed man now came forward and the round began. Conkling was for proceeding at once to knock his opponent dqwn and he would have done so had he riot found great difficulty in getting anywhere near the sad-eyed man. The affair culminated by the sad-eyed man’s suddenly rushing forward ana landing a thunderbolt of a fist between Conkling’s eyes. The Senator went over like a great tree and rolled into the corner of the room, where he lay for a moment stunned by the concussion. He was heard to say afterward that he thought a house had fallen on him. "** Conkling had enough of boxing for once. Chandler made several pleasant little remarks about the skill of his friend Conkling, which were not received in the most cheering way. Judge of Conkling’s feelings the next day when re learned that Chandler had played a joke * upon him by giving Mr. Howard one hundred dollars to come up and bounce Mr. Conkling. The Mr. Howard, of Detroit, Mich., was-none other than the notorious pugilist, Jem Mace. —Swelling of Legs.—When the legs of horses swell upon standing in the stable it is evidence of debility, general or local. It would be well to increase the food in quantity or quality. The following might-also be of use, viz. : Powdered sulphate of iron, one and one-half o inces; gentian root, two ounces; chlorate of potassa, one ounce; mixed and divided into twelve powders. One of these given in cut-feed as little moistened as possible night and morning. Ground oats would be better for feed than corn Friction by rubbing with a coarse woolen cloth upon the parts' would also be helpful.—American Agriculturist. —Mr. Grass tried to commit suicide in St. Louis the other day but was caught in the haynous attempt. * "T~ •