The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1901-03-27

OF boxing can readily see a difference
in their work. The assailant is put
ting in his best work, endeavoring to
win; while Mynheer Joe does not
seem to be eXerting himself to the
utmost. When the time comes for
him to do something, something Will
give way in Denmark.
Joe is waiting for chance. 1t is his
desire to get in a Knockout blow.
This, to be quite successful and end
the affair, must be delivered in a GER
tain quarter, and it ia with this idea
in view that he dallies.
Ficrcer grow the efforts Of the other
to get in behind his guard. Those
who look Oh see that the fighting is
almost wholly done by one man, and
if inexperienced, they believe he has
the matter all in his own hands. They
will learn something presently.
Watching the painting cyclone make
last desperate rush upon Joe. they
see an arm suddenly shoot out straight
from the shoulder, and hear resound'
ing whack as the knuckles come ID
contact with the others head.
That ends it.
The blow has been adroitly given,
and Joe stands there alone on the
flags. His antagonist has reeled back
into the arms of a friend. There is
no more fight left in him; that IS
positive.
Loud eXclammations arise; they
mark the appreciation of the audience.
The affair has ended just as nearly
every one has wished-if we except
the defeated principal himself. Myn'
heer Joe has no desire to remain there
the centre of attraction. He is modest
by nature and seeks no notoriety.
AS he turns to move away he feels
his hand clasped and squeezed. Turn
ing he finds the little man whose cham
pion he became. The weaZened-up
face of the bantam glows with pleas
ure.
"a thousand thanks, my good fel
low! You gave him all he deserved
the beast! Just what I would have
done for him, if you had let me get
at him! Oh, you needn't smile; size
doesn't cut a figure in it. All de-
pends on scientific skill. sir-on skill''
mo doubt. Glad to have done you
service. See you some time later
says Joe, conscious that the crowd is
pressing them again and feeling very
unpleasant.
But, my dear sir, you must allow
me to publicly thank you for your serv-
ices. Here is my card,"-Joe ran ii
in his pocket without even glance
at it-"and 1 beg that you will not
be offended if l offer you this"
Before Mynheer Joe realizes what
he is about, the other has filled his
hand with gold pieces. So indignant
is the explorer at the act that he does
not even note the fact of their being
English sovereigns, but with an ex-
plosive ejaculation hurls the precious
metal out upon the square.
This. causes wild stampede of the
crowd; excitement reigns supreme;
donkey drivers tussle with dragomans;
fakirs roll over Arab shieks-all filled
with the mad greed of gold. Never
before in the history of Cairo has the
precious metal been sown broadcast
like this.
The little man, whose idea seems to
be that money can pay for any serv,
ice, looks surprised at first, but shows
no signs of anger. He is something
of a philosopher on small scale and
accustomed to meeting strange people.
Every WELL" he chatters, with a
wave of the arm; " we will consider
the obligation settled by my thanks,
then. If l can do you favor at any
time. call upon me, my good fellow"
With this, he marches off. His ar
rogance is really amusing. Mynheer
Joe would be tempted to use the toe
of his boot to accelerate the fellows
departure, only that he remembers
one important factor-this little man
is the dear old governor of the
charming Molly, and any indignity Of
fered to him will be sure to recoil on
his own head. So he allows the
dwarfed pugnacious specimen to de-
part in one direction, while he starts
to leave the scene in another.
Neither Of them gets five feet away
ere some acquaintance brings them
up. With Joe it is Mr.. Grimes. The
silver king has not known of the
duel on the tagging until it is over.
Then some one tells him that the gen.
tleman who so lately accompanied
him in his walk is engaged in fight
near by.
AS he meets Joe face to face, his
eye glances up and down the others
figure. There is not a sign of his
having been in a fracaS.
"All mistake" he mutters aloud
What is?" asks Joe. smiling.
ITO be CoOtinued