The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1907-04-11

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Reginald's fists began to double un
consciously in his eagerness to get
at the Terror" The lessons of the
last four months tempted him delight
fully He ached to put them to the
test. He was absolutely calm as lie
hurled back his challenge:
"Yon don't like my hair and collar
don't you? Why, could lick YOU
in them and IL skirt thrown in for o
handicap"
The Terror" swung himself over
the Plummer's brick wall into the
very presence of Becky. the Middle
Aged.Child, Dottie Dimple--and the
enemy.
Well, an why don't you begin?"
sneercd the Terror"
Reginald regarded him with the
| large tolerance of the man Of the
| world.
I'VE can't fight here" he said, indi
eating Eccky and the Middle-Aged.
| Child.
One OF the bigger boys suddenly be
care conscious of Il tremendous gift
for organization. If there was going
to he any fighting he fairly ached to
he master of ceremonies and referee
We might try IIyatts stable Reg
| iEalG suggested. Go round and sec If
Inns there The big boy was back
| in -tricc, with the required permits
| sion. Reggie was now for politely en-
cusing himself to the ladies. but the
fair. with their usual stubbornness,
insisted ON going, to the obvious dis.
gust OF all parties concerned. And
presently the entire company found
themselves transplanted thither. The
stablc-boy winkcd convincingly al
Reggie, but gave no outward sign of
acquaintance.
"Sllak" hands!" roared the referee,
and the helliserents stepped forward
From the ladies' gallery-the hay loft
had been hastily put in commission for
the accommodation Of the feminine
and neuter gcnders-came sounds OF
suppressed excitement.
Round and round the limited space
afforded by the stable the youngsters
fought--every inch of ground being
familiar to Reginald, he had just so
much of an advantage. but of this
little matter he held his peace. When
tho Terror" discovered that the EN-
counter meant more than a big boy
thrashing a little one merely by way
OF exhibiting his pugilistic prowess.
the discovery soured his temper not
little. and incidentally took the edge
of his skill
The Terror could hear the CROWD
call out to Reggie words of facetious
encouragement: Go 1t, mama's boy.
Gee, amt he swift one! Say. that
Teller in the bib's got science!"
This latter comment. spoken in the
"Terlor's" native tongue, was in the
nature Of last straw. 1t proved that
| one of his erstwhilc faithful retainers
had gone over to the enemy.
The Terror" made mighty reach
and caught a handful of curls in his
grip: he wound them round his chub-
by fingers and pulled with all his
might. Reggie saw a whole galaxy
of shooting stars leap from his eyes
to the ladies' gallery-then the pain
made him quite blind for a moment,
as he called thickly: 'Leggo my hair,
faint fair, leggo my hair!" The Ter
ror" never relinquished his hold, but
continued to turn the hair about Mt
shorter length from the scalp. Reggie
opened his eyes--he was sufficiently
accustomed to the pain to get his bear
ings once more. He was locked In a
deadly grip with the Terror" but
his head was just below the chin of
his constituencies antagonist. II one
could play at being mo fair" it was
game open to all. and Reggie, who
knew advantages connected with his
present position, suddenly stood on his
toes, unmindful of the extra pull on
his hair, and began to ram the "Ter-
ror's chin with his bent head. Once.
twice. he hammered, and the third
time the grip on his curls loosened.
! His head had sent the "Terror"
sprawling on the stable floor.
The voice of the referee sung out
|
stern and official above the general
huhbnl'. Ladies and Gentlemen,
this here fight has been won by Mr.,
Reginald Chambers. Any one in favor
of doubling ii say 'No'--and fight me.
All agrecin' to my decision say 'Ay.'"
"Ay,' was howled, shrieked, and
sung i'll every note of the gamut. Al
together it was magnificent occasion
| for Reginald.
| On the wall of the stable hung a
pair of shears which seemed to exer.
else growing fascination for the
hero Reaching up. on his tip.toes, he
secured them with something of a
wrench. Becky. VIII asserted her
claims to- reflected honor by ordering
about the hero with more than her
customary aspcrity. inquired what he
was going to do with the shears. For
answer he put them into her hands
and demanded with almost marital
brevity: "Cut my hair"
Il dassn't," she said, putting her
tongue into the space left by an alb.
| Svntee first tooth When Reckv did