Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1914-08-28

party AbOub Six OT seven L0Sy was, oI
In swallowtails and these silk hats
that don't shine. One of the gang kind
Of shoves me off the sidewalk. hadn't
had a scrap In three days, and ! Just
says, Delighted and hits him bach
of the ear.
Well. we had it. That Johnnie put
up as decent a little fight az YOU'D
want to see in the moving pictures
1t was on a side street, and no cops
around. The other guy had a lot Of
science, but it only took me about si1
minutes to lay him out.
Some of the swallowtails dragged
him up against some steps and began
TO fan him. Another one of EN- comes
over to me and says:
Young man. do you know what
you've done?'
"'Oh, beat. It, says I. I've done
nothing but a little runching-bag work
Take Freddy back to Yale and tell him
to quit studying SOCIOLOGY on the
wrong side of the sidewalk
MY good fellow says he, I don't
know who you are, but I'd like to
You've knocked out Reddy Burns. the
champion middleweight Of the world
If you
But when come out of my faint ]
was laying on the floor in a drug store,
saturated with aromatic spirits OF am
monia. If I'd known that was Reddy
Burns I'd have got down In the gutter
and crawled past him instead of hand
ing him one like l did. Why. II I'D
ever been in a ring and seen him
climbing w the ropes I'd have been
all to the sal volatile"
We'll, / must be going" I said, ris-
ing and looking with elaborate care at
my watch.
When 1 was 20 feet away the park
bencher called to me.
Much obliged for the dollar" he
said. And for the dime. But you'll
never get 'er. You're in the amateur
class"
Serves you right" I said to my
self. for hobnobbing with q tramp.
His impudence!"
But. as / walked, his words seemed
to repeat themselves over and over
again in my brain. / think l even grew
angry at the man.
I'll show him!" l finally said aloud.
I'll show him that l can fight Reddy
Burns, too-even knowing who he Ia"
/ hurried to a telephone booth and
rang up the Telfair residence.
A soft, sweet voice answered. Didn't
I know that voice? My hand holding
the receiver shook.
"Is that your" said l. employing the
foolish words that form the vocabulary
Of every talker through the telephone.
Eyes. this is l." came back the an
swer in the low, clear-cut tones that
are an inheritance Of the Tetfairs,
Who is 1t, please?"
ITS me-" said /, less ungramatical.
ly than egotistically. tits me. and
I've got a few things that I want 70
say to you right now and Immediately
straight to the point"
Dear me-" said the voice. "Oh, it's
you. Mr.. Ardent"
l wondered If any accent ON the first
word was intended.
YES" said l. Il hope 30. And now
to come down to brass tacks."
thought that rather a vernacularism. II
there Is such a word, as soon as ] had
said It; but / didn't stop to apologize.
You know, of course, that love you
and that ! have been In that idiOtic
state for a long time. don't want
any more foolishness about it-that ia.
l mean ! want an answer from you
right now. viii you marry me or not!
Hold the wire, please. Keep out,
Central. Hello. hello! viii you. OF
will you not"
That was just the upper-cut for
Reddy Burns chin. The answer came
back:
why, Phil, dear, Of course / will!
I didn't know that you-that Is. you
never said-oh, come up to the house,
please can't say what / var to
over the phone. You are SO importu'
nate. But please come up to the
house, won't your"
Would /?
l rang the bell of the Telfair house
violently. Some sort of a human
came to the door and shooed me into
the drawing-room.
"Oh, WELL" said / to myself, look
ing at the ceiling. ANY one can learn
from any one. That was a pretty good
philosophy Of Mack's. anyhow. He
didn't take advantage of his expert
ence, but ! get the benefit of 1t. II
you want to get into the professional
class, you've got to-"
l stopped thinking then. Some one
was coming down the stairs. My
knees began to shake. ! knew ther
how Mack had felt when a profes
sional began to climb over the ropes
| looked around foolishly for a door Of
a window by which l might escape
II it had been any other girl approach
ing l mightn't have
But just then the door opened and
Bess, Mildred's younger sister, cam
In. I'd never e en her look 80 much
Nka n clarified q angel. She waIkaf