The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1914-08-07


down this man of whom he had
thought to make friend. You're a
husky lad. There's one way out of
this for you"
$50 long as It does not necessitate
any explanations" indifferently.
'In the bottom of one of Nora's
trunks is a set of my old gloves. There
will not be anyone up at the tennis
court this time Of day. If you are not
a mean cuss, II you are not an ordinary
low-down imitation Of a man, you'll
meet me up there inside of FIVE min
utes. II you can stand up in front of
me for ten minutes, you need not
make any explanations. On the other
hand, you'll hike out OF here as fast
as boats and trains can take you. And
never come back"
II am nearly twenty years younger
than you, Mr. Harrigan."
"Oh, don't let that worry you any"
with q truculent laugh.
VERY we'll You will find me there.
After all, you are her father"
you bet l ami"
room and soundlessly bored into the
bottom OF the trunk that contained the
relics of past glory. AS he pulled them
forth, q folded oblong strip of parch-
ment came out with them and fiut-
tered to the floor; but he was too
busily engaged to notice 1t, nor would
he have bothered II he had. The bot
49, - l. Old
letters and programs and operate
scores. He wrapped the gloves in a
newspaper and got away without be-
ing seen. He was as happy as a boy
who had discovered an opening in the
fence between him and the apple or
chard. He was rather astonished to
see Courtlandt kneeling in the clover
patch, hunting for four-leaf clover.
1t was patent that the young man was
not troubled with nerves.
"Herel" he cried, brusquely, tossing
over pair of gloves. IF this method
of settling the dispute isn't satisfac-
tory, I'll accept your explanations"
For reply Courtlandt stood up and
stripped to his undershirt. He drew
on the gloves and laced them with
the aid of his teeth. Then he kneaded
them carefully. The two men eyed
each other little more respectfully
than they had ever done before.
This single court is about as near
as we can make 1t. The man who
steps outside is whipped"
II agree" said Courtlandt.
mo rounds with rests; until one or
the other is outside. Clean breaks
That's about all. Now, put up your
dukes and take a mans licking.
thought you were your fathers son.
but guess you are like the rest of
EN-, hunters of women"
Courtlandt laughed and stepped to
the middle of the court Harrigan did
not waste any time. He sent in a
straight jab to the jaw. but Court
landt blocked 1t neatly and countered
with a hard one on Harrigan's ear,
which began to swell.
"Fine!" growled Harrigan. you
know something about the game 1t
won't be as II was walloping a baby"
He sent left to the body, but the
right failed to reach HIS man,
For some time Harrigan jabbed and
swung and uppercut; often he reached
his opponents body, but never his
face. 1t worried him a little to find
that he could not stir Courtlandt more
than two or three feet. Courtlandt
never followed up any advantage, thus
making Harrigan force the fighting,
which was rather to his liking. But
presently 1t began to enter his mind
convincingly that apart from the in
itial blow, the younger man was work
Ing wholly on the defensive. AS II he
were afraid he might hurt him! This
served to make the old fellow furious
He bored in right and left, left and
right, and Courtlandt gave way, step
by step until he was so close to the
line that he could see 1t from the cor
ner OF his eye. This glance, swift
as 1t was, came near to being his undo
ing. Harrigan caught him with ter
rible right on the jaw It was a glanc-
ing blow. otherwise the fight would
have ended then and there. Instantly
he lurched forward and clinched be-
fore the other could add the finishing
touch.
The two pushed about, Harrigan
fiercely striving to break the younger
mans hold. He was beginning to
breathe hard besides. A little longer,
and his blows would lack the proper
steam. Finally Courtlandt broke away