The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1911-03-01
FOLWELL ADDS LOCAL COLOR


Sure, An tramp through the
woods loaded with. deadly weePins
like Davy Crockett But they don't
shoot anything. Never saw a. man
who wouldn't wear suspended that
could hit an acre q pine stumps
Here's where l come in. This
play they're wrltin Is backwoods
dKammer, an they need what they
call local color Whenever | pick
up likely lookln chap going from
/ Princeville to Rocky Creek, my mar
ness breaks an tote him up here
/ They feed him an lodge him an get
! him mad SOS he'll talk stun they can
| put in their play.
/ Il get two dollars head for each
/ one. An I've brought EN- some
| birds. A couple o. ium berjacks start
! ed To rough-honse one night. btft Ii
! little money fixed EN-.
The girl don't like the way they
act She says It's abusing the name
q hospitality. That keeps them in
, bounds little, for CORTLAND wants
To- marry her, Hut / don't believe
she cares a cent fer him old Tom
my, he just laughs and tells them to
60 ahead He says they'll get theirs
yet.
Folwell rose. Hers your dollar,
sam. The CLINT in hts eye was more
pronounced. He was smiling
pleased sort OF smile,
Much obliged" said the teamster.
pocketing the bin. Then he looked
curiously at FolweH. Say, what you
going 10 do"
IN going to give them--'theirs.' 80
In less than fifteen minutes young
Slade WAS eagerly proposing that the
travellers put on the gloves with him
He believed IL was his own suggestion
entirely; but FotHell. accustomed TO
leading tiInid and cross-hsted capital
INTO costly engineering projects. had
really goaded him to the challenge
Courtland, the vain and handsome.
was also blinded by his CleVerness;
but In the eyes Of Miss Sladc. as he
was pulling on the gloves. Folwen
caught look OF amused comprehen-
sion.
Tommy Slade would never have
made his mark in the ring He was
game as "a pebble. hut too impctuous.
He tried 10 rush tolwell after several
smart raps had brought the tears 10
his eyes. One particularly angry and
incautious charge the engineer side
stepped. AT the same moment he ac-
celebrated Tommy's speed with swing
behind the car
As a result the millionalre's son
crashed into the log wall head down.
ana dropped in a heap. lie was up In
an instant, but too dizzy to see. Ky
common consent the bout was teruli-
mated: CourtlGnd, doubtless eager 70
show his pfoWess before the girl he
loved. donned the gloves which Tom
my YEARLY relinquished
The actor had reach and strength:
bat cigarettes had weakened his en-.
durance and he lacked the engineers
science. SO Folwen his gray eyes
emitting sparks, battered him with
right good Will. The door swung open
on the climax
old Tommy SIade. smiling auizzi-
cally, and Sam. a-grin through his
mustache. noted Tommy nursing a
bump on his head as big as an egg;
CORTLAND, sitting dazed against the
wall where he had fallen, his aristo-
cratic more bleeding and his right eve
swollen shut. Folwelt. gleved hands
on hips, dominating the scene from
the center of the floor: and Grace curl
/ ed up in a big chair. gazing spell
bound at the victor.
This ought TO make the big act for
that play" nurmurcd old Tommy.
with an edge in his gentle tones that
made his son writhe aud CORTLAND
! bite his HIPS. II thought you huckos'd
hirt with the jam tin somebody got a
bruisin'."
lie turned to Folweu "You the
chap that's goin' to put power dam
across Rocky Crick?"
III | can get the capital" said tho
engineer. unlacing the gloves.
Old Tommys glance rasped over
the crestfatlen collaborators again.
'fou1l get H. all right. If you argue
like you fight, BY cracky. this makes
M" think III back you myself! Come
over TO the house Wen talk il over
me storm had increased and the
wind bit the perspirinE Folwell to the
bone. But he seemed to float over
the drifts instead of blowing through
them, for Grace. Sladc was beside
him, her hand nesting Confidingly
into the crook of his arm And he
dared to hope that her heart kent
time t" the mad, sweet dance of his
own.