Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-03

you wanter keep your blood circula tin"
Very true agreed the visitor. What
were you doing? I'd like some exercise
myself"
"Sparring." replied Poole. nonchalantly.
Ever had on the giovesg He led the way
to the inner room. 1t was larger than the
store and empty, save for some rough set
tees pushed back against the board walls.
There were two windows in the rear, but
they gave very little light Another build
ing, a storehouse, had been erected within
three feet of Poole and Pitchers since
their occupancy of the place. Already, in
the early October dusk, the room required
the light Of two great kerosene lamps set
into brackets on the wall.
He closed the glass door and the transom
window beside it. Two pairs of boxing
gloves lay on one OF the settles. Poole
picked them up and handed one pair to
Vaughan, who fingered them irresolutely.
Il suppose my people would object he
said. hesitating; but he slipped on first one
glove. then the other. Poole was already
equipped. He tapped the parson on the
chest. Involuntarily Vaughan responded.
Pitcher drew aside. Outside. in the store.
boy who had come on an Grand cau8ht
sight Of the two shadows bobbing up and
down on the transom and cautiously re-
opened 1t. Another boy joined him. then
man. Although facing them. Vaughan did
not see them; he saw only his antagonist.
More and more active grew Poole, more
and more severe his blows. following one
another In rapid succession. They descend
ed with malicious force on the head ana
shoulders of the young Methodist. He was
driven into one corner and then the other,
pounded to and fro. He leaped wildly
about, conscious now, of the lookers-on
and of the ludicrous spectacle he afrorded
them. The boys hanging over the transom
howfed with delight The man who had
Joined them guffawed. Other men rushed
in. They climbed on chairs. eloowins one
another. The transom was filled with their
gaping, grinning faces. They shouted APP
prevail encouragement derision. Vaughan's
heart sweiled. Anger rose like steam in
him. With It returned the memory OF
Frank Henleys instructions. Up went his
gloved hands paving the air Poole back
ed and parted and backed again, until he
reached the glass door. On came the Meth
odst, like a whirlwind. his eyes blazing,
his lips tense. All at once his fist shot out,
catching Poole under the chin. Heels over
head went the storekeeper, crashing
through the window In the door.
Shouts of appreciation issued from the
group of men and boys In the store. They
jumped down from the transom and sur
rounded the PROSTATE Poole. Good one.'
they cried. iii, w. yi!''
Vaughan pulled off his gloves and assist
ed his adversary to his feet The blood was
streaming down Poole's face where he had
been cut by the broken glass. Bring
basin of water and clean cloth" Vaughan
directed There's one cut which will need
q few stitches" he said to Poole: III sew
It up unless you'd rather send for Add
"Addson's full" reported one Of the by
ISLANDERS.
POOLE winked away the blood which
trickied into his eye. Pitcher by this time
had brought the water. Vaughan gently
suonged the hurt Yes, It will take three
or four stitches he said after examining
the wound
Vaughan took from his pocket small
surgeons case and Immediately went to
work. The crowd looked on. well pleased.
Hes sure markin' We. Poole" said one.
The Reverend Clement Vaughan" said
another.
IF. R. H. s., F. R. A. g." supplemented
third.
'F. 8. P-Feller what Smashed Poole
the wit. The surgeon continued. sewed up
the cut, applied strips of plaster and stood
back to admire his work.
: II don't believe Addison himself could
have done any better than that!" he said
complacently.
ISLANDERS and moved away
Whats the tax, parson?' inquired Poole
family.
Vaughan slipped his case back into his
pocket before answering. II owed you
that" he said briefly. for putting you
through the door"
Owed me nothingi" exclaimed Poole
"see here, parson," he swallowed hard. II
may as well tell you. That was put-up
Job meant to smash you.
Then we're quits" replied the parson
coioring "for-I meant to smash you.
Poole thrust out his hand The parson
srasped #.
Pitcher stared But even when he was
alone with his partner he made no allusion
TO the occurrences OF that afternoon.
Ito be continued tomorrow.)