The Globe-republican., 1904-04-21

doors locked"
For answer, the stocky youth pirouet'
ted forward with zlgzag, tiptoe move
ment that he had picked up in some
saloon prize ring as "de real thing"
The older man remained on guard,
easily parrying the boys clumsy
thnlsts, just giving him time to follow
him up, when he would nimbly dodge
The angry jabs within an inch Of bis
smiling countenancc.
Then when the boy, furious at Inc
thought that the other was playing
with him, rushed on, head downward,
battorlng ram fashion, 1t was the mans
turn. Once more he lodged, but this
time his fist came in contact with the
lowered head.
1t was a hard hit, but the boy was
not too stunned to hear the superin-
| tendcnt's words us he talked on,
calmly, steadily, while blows ralned
upon him from every side.
"There. Jacob, there's one for dis
| turblng the show, and here's another
for your general opposition to mission
work. Here's an easy one for calling
me dude and counter jumper. Look
out, now, for good one for the poor
mother that has to support YOU"
It was a hard blow, but the lad was
quickly Strengthened pp by hit from
the other side. Then the rapid, even
tones went on. "lhere's one for the
sisters you've bullied and teased, and
this for the little brothers you've set 50
fine IN example. And take this for
the good jobs you've thrown up, and
this--wly, what's the matter, Jacob!
Are you tired"
Notwithstanding the unpleasantness
of the affair, tile boy was comical
spectacle. Too weak to defend him
self longer, his short arms were thrust
out helplessly, one eye was closed, his
tow hair bristled in all directions and
he whcezed and sputtered for breath.
The man pushed him into a chair and
soothingly patted his shoulder.
II see you've got grit, Jacob. You
took 1t like man, But you're not built
for Il prize fighter, my lad. This isn't
muscc--it's fat. And you haven't any
training. Cigarettes and beer don't
make muscle. And you have no SCI
cncc. Why, my boys here in the club
can---"
"'Twasn't fair your not tellln Inc
you belonged 10 dc perlcsh," blubbcrcd
the boy.
"Nonscnsel" laughed the man. u
never saw Il ring. But boxing Is n
healthy pastimc and one might as well
do 1t according to the rules"
"Dc lclers by IIunckers place said
my arm was like Jeffries',' moaned The
lad.
"Thcy were laughing at you, Jacob.
Now, my boy, we've had hand to
hand conflict, let's have heart to
heart talk. | hear that you have a
knack at machinery with special tal-
cnt for engines. What do you say to
job at the Waterslde foundry, right
in the line of promotion, with one Of
the stationary engines for you to at
tend when you are fit?
"The foundry's the best gymnasium,
jacob he concluded; "the work will
give You thc right kind of strength,
and its easy to apply the science If
you've only got the muscle"
"Yousc never got yer biceps in no
foundry began the aggressive Jake.
Come and see" said the other. by
the way, Jacob, they say you're apt to
have words with the foreman before
quitting. You won't get rid of your
place at Waterslde that way. You
may buster all you like, but you know
I'm Il man of action, and"
"Youse? Be yousc de foreman" The
youngster sprang TO his feet, aglow
with excitement. I'll come"
On the second Sunday after Jakc's
punishment the earnest little, gray
eyed teacher was Intercepted in the
lesson by the thrust of IL small, nit
tened hand in the direction of her
face. Then a nickel was dropped into
her lap, a most unusual offering in the
little teachers collection.
"Pleasc, teacher said the small FL
sic--shc could rot contain the good
news Till the lesson was over" our
Yakie give NE this for the mission, to
pay for the penny he took off from me.
Iakie belongs to the boys club now,
and he works every day by the sup
erlntendent man. My mutter is so
glad already. and yakie says the sup.
erintendent is Il good feller. thing
so, too, don't you, teacher?"
And the patient teacher nodded
brightly while her heart set up a lit
tie prayer Of thanksgiving and plea
for the reclalmng Of all neglected
Jakics.-W. Il. Rose, In Cleveland
Plain Dealer.