The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-30

 man from moment to moment and round to round, and Glendon was con tent to accede to this program
 His defense was admirable, and he szsx~sv in just enough of offense to whet the edge of the audiences interest
 Though he knew he was scheduled to lose, Powers had had too longNa ring experience to hesitate from knocking his man out if the opportunity offered He had had the double cross worked too often on him to be chary in work ing it on others
 If he got his chance he was prepared to knock his man out and let the syn dicat te go hang.
 Thanks to clever press publicity, the idea was prevalent that at last young Glendon had met his master.
 In his heart Powers, however. knew that it was himself who had encoun- tered the better man. More than once, in the faster infighting. he received the weight of punches that he knew had been deliberately made no heavier
 On Glendon's part there were times and times when slip or error of judgment could have exposed him to- one of his antagonists sledge hammer blows and lost him the fight. =
 Yet his was that almost miraculous power or accurate Jfn1n& ana ais tancing. and his confidence was not shaken by the several close slaves he experienced.
 He had never lost a fight, never been knocked down, and he had all ways been so thoroughly the master of the man he faced, that such possi- bd1ity was unthinkable.
 At the, end of the fifteenth round both men were in good condition, though Powers was breathing a tride heavily and there were men in the ringsfde seats offering odds that he would tsblew up.'
 It was just before the gong for the sixteentb round struck that Stubener, leaning ever Glendon from behind in his cerner, whispered:
 ssAre you going to get him now?'
 Glendon, with a back toss of his head, shook it and laughed moclingly up into his managers anxious faceN
 With the stroke of the gong for the sixteenth round G1endon was surprised to see Powers cut loose.
 From the first second it was torna- do of fighting, and Glendon was hard put to escape serious damage. He blocked, clinched, ducked, sidestepped was rushed backward against the ropes and was met by fresh rushes
 
 Several times Powers left inviting openings, but Glendon refused to loose the lightning bolt of blow that would drop his man.
 He was reserving that blow for two rounds later Not in the whole fight, had he ever exerted his full strength nor struck with the force that was in him
 For two minutes. without the slight est Ietup, Powers went at him hammer and tongs.
 In another minute the round would be over and the betting syndicate hard hit.
 But that minute was not to be. They had just come together in the center of the ring It was as ordinary d clinch as any in the fight, save that Powers was struggling and roughing it every instant.
 Glendon whipped his left over in q crisp but easy jolt to the side of the face. It was like any of a score of similar Jolts he had already deliveree. fn the course of the fight To his amazement he felt Powers go limp in his arms and begin sinking to the floor on sagging, spraddling legs that refused to bear his weight
 
 rolled half over on his side and lay ! with closed eyes and motionless- The referee, bending above him, was shout ing the count.
 At the cry of eNine!' Powers quiv- cred as if making vain effort to rise. 'tTenEand outY cried the referee. He caught Glendon's hand and rais- ed it aloft to the roaring audience in toIxar that he was f1eA m
 For the first time in the ring Glen l don was dazed. It had not been a knockout blow. He could stake his | life on that.
 It had not been to the jaw, but to l the side of the face, and he knew it l had gone there and nowhere else. Yet the man was out had been counted 1 out and he had faked it beautifully. That final thump on the floor had been convincing masterpiece. To the audience 1t was indubitably a knockout, and the moving picture ma chimes would perpetuate the lie. The 1 editor had called the turn, after all, and crooked turn it was. Glendon shot swift glance through l the ropes to the face of Maud Sangster. She was looking straight at him, but her eyes were black and hard, and 1 there was neither recognition nor ex- l pression in them
 | Even as he looked she turned away unconcernedly and said something to the man beside her Powers seconds were carrying him to his corner, seeming limp wreck 1 of a man.
 Glendon's seconds were advancing upon him to congratulate him and to remove his gloves But Stubener was ahead of them. His face was beaming as he caught l Glendon's right glove in both his 1 hands and cried:
 Good boy. Patl I knew you'd 1 do it'' GIendon pulled his glove away. And