The Washington herald., 1913-09-14

A tale OF the prize uBnI rllB. A clever
organization of crooks get hold OF
Young Grit an ex-pug. and make him
their tool in a proposed swindle. The
inside OF the crooked practices of the
ring are viyidly shown for the first time.
Young Grit comes back, but in a way
entirely unexpected by the swindlers who
hired him.
Some race, wasn't it. Boz Cas-
grinned as he seated himself beside the
acquaintance he had made at the Bel
mont Park race track that afternoon.
Looks good to me-" replied Hardy.
That horse Colin stands me in just a
cool thou"
Good! He's a game little piece OF
horseflesh, all right" Cass agreed.
For some minutes the pair rode on
toward the city in silence
Hardy turned and asked abruptly:
What was that you were telling me
about a bout that was going TO be pulled
of over in Jersey?"
Say, now you're tafkin' There's a
cinch. That's easier money than Colin
That sucker told you about is willin' to
back Kid Rooney fer any amount, an
kooneyu look like a Merry Widow hat
cOmin' out OF a subway Jam when he
bumps up against Young Grit, the East
Side kid I'm tellin' yer about Why
Uiritt's afraid TO go around without tyin'
Town his right fist: lac don't know what
tn thing'd do if it ever got loose"
Sounds good" admitted Hardy, but
are you sure of him?"
Sure of him! Why, DO anybody'll tell
YOU Kid Kooney's no good. He's all gun.
He's got a streak Of yaller beginnin' at
tn top of his head an runnin' clear down
to the end of the nail on the big toe of
his left foot It's a walk-away. It's dead
easy"
But this sucker that's backing him.
Where'd he get the pipe dream?" queried
Hardy.
'Westerner with a ron." smirked Cass
Thinks he can fight himself; the Kid
did him up in one round In exercise one
mornin', an ever since that the West
erner thinks Kid Kooney's right"
I'D like to get in on this thing" Har-
dy admitted; the only thing is-the
game is too uncertain"
Jaw, no it faint It's like Robin dime
banks; there's sure to be somethin' there
fer yer trouble. Tell you what you do;
Young Grit take his exercise; thatn
show you what stuffs in tn young
ster."
The two sporting men took the elevated
and got off at a station far down on the
BOwery.
Cass led the gambler through a net
work of alleys, and they brought up at
a poOlroom. Together they slipped
through a side door and assembled to the
upper floor.
Having given the proper signal they
were admitted to a stuffy, dusty room,
lined with shutting, eageF-eyed Bowery-
ties, assembled to witness the daily eX-
ercise OF Young Grit
The pugiIist was jumping rope on a
raised platform and exchanging jokes
with his appreciative audience. He was
covered with Precipitation and dust, the
grimy water seemed to ripple from his
face and flow down his strong, sleek
body.
With watch in hand. his trainer stood
close by and kept the young boxer hard
at the rope skipping.
''Reducin' his weight SOS he can weigh
in at 80 against Kid Rooney" explained
Cass.
Looks in good trim. all right" Hardy
answered. apprsciatively.
oh. he is He's so hard he could
drive spikes with his fist. There can't
nothin' less'n a whirlwind stop him"
The trainer called time on the young
athlete and set him to Waiting about the
dirty door, TO give him grace and agility
in side-stepping.
Cass beckoned to the trainer and in
troduced him to Hardy.
I've just tipped this gentleman of
TO the good thing against Rooney that |
you're goin to pull of in Jersey. Is
there any doubt in your mind about |
Young Grit maxim a full meal off tn |
KID"
Well, if there was wouldn't be put |
tin him through the thirty-second de-
gree every day keepin' him IN condition. |
Why. Mr.. Hardy, it's so dead easy I'm |
afraid III blush when ! take the money.
I'm just maxim him keep trainin' SOS
he can go after bigger game as soon as
this fights over"
Il see" responded Hardy. ''When's the |
fight comm of? Have you got every |
thing fixed safe?'
Easy. It's been kept so close that |
half these feIlers here don't know any
thing, about it W're goin' to pull it off |
in Bud Ryans barn. He's got big place |
over in Jersey, half a mile from anybody |
else and we're goin' to have pickets out. /
so if the cops get wise We can duck in ]
time. It's scheduled fer Friday night at
10; most of US are goin' over in machines
to keep the thing quiet
How about this Westerner that's
backing Kid Rooney" Hardy asked.
"Oh, he's the whole show. He's what
we got up the party for. We're shy
about 5000 in GOVERN all his money, but
well get that easy"
I've been tellin' Mr. Hardy he ought
to get in on that" put in Cass.
Yes, sure; I've got all mine in. So've
my friends. The things a walk-away.
But, here, boys; I'll have to leave you.
Iritt'Il be waltzin' himself to death"
The trainer hurried of and put his
,harge at work on the punching bag.
Cass and Hardy passed around among
he ''touts' and listened to the talk
Everybody agreed that Young Grit was
n the best possible condition, and that
10 matter who he fought at his own
weight he would put them to sleep inside
If a round or two.
Hardy became enthusiastic as he heard
he comment and when a practice bout
vas pulled off with a willy boxer he was
Iurprised at the smooth work Of Young
Iritt
When they parted that night Hardy
hook his new friends hand warmly
Well, so long, Cass I'll be there Mon
law morning with bells on. Put me up
gainst that sucker with the 5000 and
here'u be a hundred or two for you at
he finish all right"
Hurryins down the steps, Hardy left
he training place and asked a knot of
oafers on the street where Kid Rooney
7as training. With some difficulty he
earned the place and gained admittAnce. 1
At the first sight OF the Kid. Hardy
new that Young Grit was the better Z
ian. He stayed and watched Rooney, ,
owever. for half an hour. and went !
way thoroughly convinced that he would I