The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-03-28

monstrated. palming II with all his old.
time, parlor-magic grace.
Remember the tow.head,' urged.
Gimme IT, he growled, forgetting
he had already made 1t disappear.
Chief Chuck now lunged forward.
not waiting for the word. His eyes
we're bloodshot and soapsuds fiecked
his mouth. ] could see he had dis.
carded all frills and fancies and meant
just plain, ugly business. In second
they were a revolving wheel Of legs
and arms.
Soak him!' I howled, dancing up
and down, and suddenly the bunch
few into two pieces, and each piece
finally quieted down and resolved
itself into a man. Tib was the man
standing.
"I feel kind of cheap he grinned,
feebly.
But, dear, dear! II you only could
have seen Chuck! He sat perfectly
quiet, gazing abstractly at a tree, only
moving to cautiously place his hand
on his jaw. And the astonished crowd
saw the swathy flesh puff out to the
size of an orange. You see, sir, Tib
had been unable to really injure his
iron frame and bullet head heretofore.
He had made him smart, had pestered
him, but he hadn't really weakened
him any. That smash on the jaw
with the hammer-head was like having
the elevated hit you. And the mob,
always having believed him invincible,
couldn't understand 1t.
when he staggered to his feet he
lurched to Tlb with open hands, and
sorrowfully and carefully examined
the death dealing knuckles. Then he
shook his head gingerly and croaked:
Big medicine. White mans Shaman
is great spirit
I'm a Methodist said Tib, grimly,
keeping this brass xnuckle from all
human ken.
Chuck simply. walking back to his
corner with a slightly swollen, er.
ratio gait. Dam big medicine.
"One Of his henchmen speedily
brought him a case bottle OF cheap
rum, and after swallowing the greater
portion of this he began to change
his mind bit and protest that the
Seal Shaman overstepped any Metho-
dist by several yards. And cracking
his heels together to show he was
still in fine fettle, he rushed to drag
Tib from his corner. II was at this
nVitf utY ~ Ial Tl
his famous sprocket.yh swing, the
blow that lamed his shoulder for a
year.
For. just as Chuck sank almost to
one knee in letting drive his snewy
left. Tib sprang two feet into the air
and swung his terrible battling right
in a complete circle and brought IL
down, palm outward, squarely on top
| of the astonished, barbarous slugger's
| thick.thatched Uranium, not once, but
| thrice. The hammer.head projected
| from the fist for an inch. Chuck sim
| ply rolled over on his side with one
deep groan, and his children howled
In horror.
Zone, two. three painted Tib. stand.
ing over his foe and accompanying
each count.out numeral with a trem.
bling sweep of his fat forefinger.
80 WOW! owl! groaned the heath.
ems.
-Four Ave. continued Tib, firmly,
40 WOW! owee! Shaman! Ought
walled the fat-iaced audience, praying
in vain to their totem poles.
"'Da. da, da, gurgled the baby, as
its custodian rolled II into the ring
so as to gain freedom Of motion 10
beat her head against the hideously
carved wooden pillars.
"'Six, seven,' added Tib, remorse
lessly, STOPPING quickly and picking
up the Growing purse.
"'Faster, faster! Give him the
count in rush!' screamed, entirely
losing my head.
Eight, nine the old chap called
now counting more slowly in rebuke
to me, thus giving the PROSTATE chiet
a fair chance to rally.
"And the tribe, thinking he was
pumping more evil-spring tonic into
it's leader, began supplicating him
with a medley Of sounds to quit his
magic.
'Ten-and out!' cried Tib, hugging
the baby close.
Down and out! Hooray!' yelled
cutting an intricate pigeon wing, mucf
| to the kids felicitation.
"'Out?' groaned Mr.. McBurr thick
ly, staggering to his feet. Say, white
man, what did 1t? What brought the
darkness?' And in awe and with
something akin to reverence he lighp
| ly stroked the cluster of horns on the
top of his head. For the trio OF blows
had caused as many little mountain
peaks to push up the coarse, black
hair.
Big medicine replied Tib, setting
the baby on his tired shoulder and
| jumping over the ropes.
The spectators instinctively started
to stop us, but Chuck, being square
sport, once the battle had been fought
hung dizzily to the ropes and with
bowling head waved them back. Let
| them all go. Methodist! Big medi
cinen he muttered.
| "'Owee owee!' coughed the tribe
| And with the tot in his arms my