Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1909-05-13

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trainers all the way home.
The boats got In early on Friday aft.
ernoon with their fish. The catch was
small and soon disposed OF. and the
attentive trainers, rescuing their men
from admirers. who were feeling their
arms and putting leading questions as
to their wind and state OF mind, sent
them indoors with concise instructions
as to how they were to spend the last
evening. Larkins officiously sent his
man of for q short, sharp walk after
his tea, and later on, going to the quay.
found that Bullock had given his man
the same instructions.
What want Is fair play and no
favor" said Mr.. Larkins; Its to be
q genuine sporting affair. No bad blood
or anything OF that kind. After the
little affair, all what go to see II are
welcome to one drink at my ex.
pense."
ITS time my man was back" said
Bullock, looking up the road which led
over the cliffs. II told him to 60 just
as far as the ground and back"
"Old Peter Morgan's gone down to
the place, too, I think" piped small
lad in huge boots. II saw i'm follow.
ing Of Tarbut."
The landlord Of the Three Fishers"
started uneasily. ITS on my mind"
he said, in a melancholy voice, that
that blessed old teetotaler'll have the
thing stopped. He'll tell the police OF
something"
Conversation became general, and
in view of the nearness of the event,
animated, but still the two gladiators
failed to put in an appearance.
Hes OVERRIDING 1t, that's what he
is," said Mr.. Larkins, referring to the
ardent Gubbs. you can ave a man
too willing. He'll 60 and knock his.
self up"
The small boy came up. his big
boots Gathering over the stones, and,
shading his eyes with his hands,
gazed along the road. The other men.
following his, saw three men advanc.
ing lovingly arm-in-arm towards them.
TIT can't be old Morgan with
EN-" said Mr.. Larkins.
1T is, though" said the old fisher.
man, peering through screwed-up eyes.
They've made It up through old
Peter, that's wot they've done. He's
been talking at 'em, and getting at
EN-. and now there won't be no fight"
His disappointed auditors groaned in
chorus. Wont there" said LarkinS
savagely. "Ho-wont there You
don't think me and my friend, Bullock.
here, are going to slave three weeks
for nothing, do your"
There won't be no fight" repeated
the old man. Look how loving they
are! All three Of 'em as close togeth.
er as sweethearts."
The advancing trio certainly bore
out the old mans words to the letter.
Mr.. Peter Morgan was in the center,
and appeared to be half-embracing his
companions.
why, they can hardly walk" said
Bullock; they've been too far"
YES, that's what 1t is" said Larkins,
In q hollow voice.
Seems to me-" said the boy, slowly,
that they've 'ad bit of q scrap al.
ready"
(which Is Gubbs?" demanded Lar.
kins at last, in an unnatural voice.
The figure on Morgan's right arm
managed to open an eye and to twist
its swollen lips into something intend.
ed for a smile.
What ave you been doing?" vocif-
Grated the incensed landlord.
"Fightin'," said Gubbs, speaking
with some difficulty; "it's all over now.
1t was a draw. and we're going to
halve the money between u.s."
"Oh, are your" said Larkins, bitter
ly. well, you won't have a id
ha'penny Of it. What do you mean
by it? Eh?"
I'll tell you all about it." said Nor
gan, who was looking radiantly happy.
Il saw Tarbut going up the road, and
I followed him and talked to him, and
by and by up comes Gubbs, and I
talked to him. Then I found out
what, of course, knew before, that all
you men were trying to induce these
poor souls to knock each other about
for money"
Tarbut gave a faint groan of con.
firmation.
Then they both started to peel"
continued Mr.. Morgan.
why didn't you stop emf" inquired
the ex-coastguard; at was your duty
as a Christian to stop EN-"
81 Thought IL was better for 'em to