The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1909-04-15

er ID color than the sun burned skin
shy, and yet young, plain, and vet
pleasing; II was the face of a TYNE NJ
man who has little to say for him.
self In this world, and saws that
little badly, but who has done more
than all the takers and the writer's
10 ring this planet round with a
crimson sirdls of British possessions
Wonder whether Jack Garraway
Is ready" he murmured throwing
down the Scotsman" and staring up
at the roof. Its nearly eleven
O'CLOCK" He rose with a yawn. pick
ed up the poker, stood upon the chair
ana banged three times upon the cell
ing Three muffled taps responded
from the room above.
Dimsdale stepped down and began
slowly to discard his coat and waist.
coat. AS he did so there was a
quick active step upon the stair. and
lean' wiry looking, middle sized
sized young fellow stepped into room.
win nod of greeting he pushed the
taDie over to one side, threw off his
TWO upper garments and pulled on a
pair OF the boxing gloves from the
corner. Dimsdale had already done
the same, and was standing, model
Of manly grace and strength, in the
centre Of the room.
Practice your lead, Jack. About
IIa 20 Il Nfd
forehead with his swollen gauntlet.
His companion poised himself for
moment, and then, lashing out with
his left hand. came home with a
heavy thud d1 the place indicated.
Dimsdale smiled gently and shook his
head
ut won't do" he said.
IT hit my hardest" the other an
swered apologetically.
ut won't do. Try again"
The visitor repeated the blow with
all the horce that he could COM
mand.
Dimsdale shook his head again des-
pondently. you don't seem to
catch it," he said Its like this"
He leaned forward, there was the
sound Of a sharp clip, and the novice
shot across the room with a force
that nearly sent his skull through the
panel of the door.
That's it." said DimsdaIe mildly.
"oh, it is. is it?" the other res
ponded, rubbing his head. at is
deucedly interesting, but 1 think 1
should understand it better IL l saw
you do it to some one else. 1t is
something between the explosion OF
powder magazine and a natural con-
vulsion."
His instructor smiled grimly. "That
is the only way to learn" he said.
Now we will have three minutes of
give-and-take, and SO ends the morn
ing lesson"
While this little scene was being en-
acted in the lodgings of the student,
a very stout little elderly man was
walking slowly down Howe street,
glancing up at the numbers upon the
doors. He was square, and deep and
large ruddy face and pair of
bright black eyes which were shrewd
and critical, and yet had a merry
twinkle of eternal boyishness in their
depths. Bushy side whiskers, shot
with grey, flanked his rubicund Wis
age. and he threw out h1s feet as ht
walked with the air of man who Is
on good terms with himself and with
every one around him.
At No. 13 he stopped and raped
loudly upon the door with the head
of his metal headed stick.
MRS. McTavish?" he asked, as a
hard lined, angular woman respond.
ed to his summons.
That's me, sir.o'
"Mr. Dimsdale lives with you I
believer"
Third floor, front, sir"
''Is he in?"
Suspicion shone in the woman's
eyes. WAS 1t about a bill?" she
asked.
"a bill, my good womanI No, no,
nothing of the kind. DR.. Dimsdale
is my name. / am the lads father
just come up from London to see
him. l hope he has not been over
working himself?"
A ghost Of smile played about
the woman's face. 81 thing not, sir"
she answered.
II almost wish l had come round
in the afternoon" said the visitor,
standing with his thick legs astrtde
upon the door mat. "It seems a pity
to break his chain of thought. The
morning Is his time for study"
"Houtsl I wouldna fash about
that"
well Well! The third floor. you
say. He did not expect me so early.
I shall surprise the dear boy at his
work"
The landlady stood listening en-
pectantiy in the passage. The sturdy
little man plodded heavily up the
first fight of stairs. He paused on the
landing.
Dear met" he murmured. Some
one is beating carpets. How can they
expect poor Tom to read?"
At the second landing the noise
was much louder "It must be a
dancing school," conjected the doc
tor.
UUban ha raoobad HE sonIa dOo,.